when the tempest of discontent rages against all other relationships I am content with thee,even though sometimes there has been great discord,but even the broken cracks when healed together again,have made me,you, stronger with greater resolve, to face the howling winds of time that would blow our long relationship off course, and  for this moment,I will keep on drying your tears ,sharing your smiles, soothing tenderly away the bad feelings,and fears

on February 18,1688 the germans bravely protested against the condition of slavery a monument still stands to this day in commemoration of the landing of the german colonists and earlier on the monument's other side on October 1683 these same fearless colonists caused a rumble within that place for they strongly believed inside their hearts that all men were created equal and each deserved to be free.and i'm sure that with their own eyes they saw the ensnaring chains of slavery torn apart and quickly fade .the steady rain of torment ceased to fall anymore on black limbs .freedom's bright light pierced the darkness for the humble whose hearts with silent prayers sent up to HIM than freedom spread through out the land.but its mighty voice would not have been heard and known without helping german hands.

Trough out recorded history
Women have made history and helped men make history
By being by their side and now I want to salute all women
Around the world, young or old and just say thank you
For your contributions small or great to the world in which we live
And enjoy. And to every man with even a little intelligence
Should know that behind every star their is a light
Behind and beside every man their is a good woman
And men this is what you should do: cook or take that lady in life dinner. Buy some flowers with no other purpose than that you love her
Pull out her dinner chair. Massage her tired feet and toes. Rub her back
And shoulders tenderly. Treat her to a day at the spa. And salute her
When she enters the room. Most of all, give your lady a standing
Ovation.Keep away from her doom and gloom. Keep that happy smile
On that lovely face.At every given moment try to please. And The
Return on your love and caring will be returned and knock you on
Your manly knees.
Give your lady a standing ovation

On Sunday mornings,she would clap her hands  and call on Jesus in Holy joy in church.But selfishness fueld her spirit,this nubile looking princess,who denied  within lust.Yet allowed the daugher of her youth to ride waves of fleshly passion in the bedroom and  moan  loudly next door.Soon,the call to Jesus within her grew faint and she rose up from prayerful knees ,went out into the world again.Casting aside the Savior for white wine and reggae music.And eat the stale apple  pie of indifference with a side order of meat and potatoes of sin.

throw out the old thought think in the new goodbye to old me hello new day clearing paths not blazed love for life nurture whom you can rage against hate feed those who are cold up  down around love all in the human race warm and don"t disgrace with misfortune  and distaste try to keep  a brave face deep woods or outer space cherish and protest the human race

She ran away from parents,school, and family not long ago- left behind a loving envirnment, finally she was found again and the children's law degreed that she would be better served in a state supervised home far away from her own. visting parents at court appointed times .and while she was on that personal adventure her parents had to cling and hold on to both jobs and sanity , while silent tears fell down each  face away from prying eyes to see.ever putting on a brave  united front, while looking up to God to ever let His love and direction inside be.

I know that our love for each other isn't perfect
But it's all we have to give and it's given without doubt or fear
Rest your troubled heart with me
Smell the fragrance of a warm tender love
Let it teach you that it came down from above
Woman release your doubts and fears
Don't you know that I'll be holding you up ,when everyone you
Depended on before are long gone, let me show you the way
To a better tomorrow, comforting and drying all tears
In the valley of sorrow,a caring friend to listen to your voice on the phone at night.I want to hold you up in the twilight years
And when you're down make it known that I'm near
Ease you on pass each nightmare and tear, you know woman
I'll always hold you up, you know that I will

the lenses of my eyes capture on the film of mind your wondrous beauty and grace of style .I know that  not even shakespear  could pen sonnets that would fully reveal the breath and scope of your beauty so how can I in these feeble and trembling words which hopefully will be accepted from my heart and carried into yours

i'm  a hungry child in Americia and all I  is dream of food, eating chips candy cookies,every chance that comes,surely doesn't help my mood,crying on mama's shoulder for a little more to eat,the small donuts that I saw in the supermarket  would be a great stomach treat,i'm hungry,i'm so hungry, hamburgers and fries steak withbrown gravy,are dancing before my eyes.mama loves me, I know that she really cares,but she eat noodles every meal before my birth ,so that's why I came out of her womb, impaired,hungry in America,the greatest country in the world,and there are so many others like myself ,out there,many hungry little boys and girls,hungry,will the nightmare ever really end ? so hungry ,waiting for the gridlock between the President and both houses in Washington to mend,can't they come together for my sake,and be friends,and not fool the Nation or me with their phony promises and lies just to get elected to office again,because,i'm hungry.

on our farm,I made a  playhouse,out of old wooden grates, its a place to ponder about,the food  I haven't ate, when mama is in the kitchen,her meals  are light as a feather, but if there's nothing in the pantry to fix,how good a cook she is, really doesn't matter. preacher joe and his wife millie, are aware of our family's plight,they both prepare church cooked meals for all,who are hungrt in the town, so that their stomachs, don't growl in hunger, before they go to sleep at night,sometimes when I go to school, to get some learning, at home is an empty fridge  cup plate, have to put my head down, on the desk, because hungry keeps striking me  with crossed eyes like a coiled up snake, no one can see my hungry, but its always there, and I pray to the LORD above ,that the people in WASHINGTON who hold power over everybody's life, will open their eyes, and really help the voters, in the NATION,and stop pretending  they really care ,and causing food shortage strife

I am a long way from my home packed up   in a old suitcase all that was mine in order to roam not happy in that place not even on any day took few keepsakes of memory to help me roll to many years wasted there tongue silent as a mouse unable to speak or really defend myself in my father's house left mama behind she just wouldn't leave thinking about her now tears stain my face with grief  but catching this moving train was the only way my soul would ever find relief that's why i  am  a long way from my home speeding tracks are rolling away from my old past  maybe in the next city waiting sunshine will pour on my life at last i am a long way from my home to many years wasted as quiet as  mouse unable to speak or really defend myself in my father's house i am a long way from my home

What is this dream planted and growing inside my mind? What is the treasure, tomorrow that I'll find? - I'm on my way.  Don't know where,but somehow will know when I get there. God has planted a dream and its growing strong as long as I follow Him I can never go wrong. I am on my don't know where, but will be at peace when I get there. I am on my way.

Heaven created you within its doors just so you'll know  I'm only yours aware of this my heart feels the need to stay please understand the words I share I close my eyes thinking of you and when this dream of mine comes true I see me walking so close to you my loyal kiss will meet the test  all my senses welcome each caress heaven sent its very best  I'll close my eyes to all that's gray if you're not here to share each day and though each moment that keeps us apart memory locks you tightly in my heart laughing and talking sharing the old and the new I 'll close my eyes thinking of you I'll close my eyes to all that's gray darling if you're not here to share each day and though each moment that takes us apart memory locks you tightly in my heart laughing and talking sharing the old and new  I close my eyes and think of you

If  all the the trees in the neighborhood were made of ice cream,and you could have as much of it,as ,you  as you want or need,just put long handle spoons,in both hands,in the summer,eat every  mouthful,real fast, before its goodness melts ,all over the face and clothes,but in the winter, eat each spoonful a little slower,because all the ice cream trees would be frozen its true,and if all the clouds above were,multicolored lemon drops, falling gently down, there would be no worries,to think about, except what day that your family dentist could  take you in, because after eating  all that candy and ice cream, your're sure to have, some holes, in  the teeth ,my friend.

If I had another chance,to love you again, I would take it,because I know deep down inside, without  real love, none of us can make it, we have a strong bond and friendship ,to share. without any pretense, and if the  love the that we say we have is unreal, and  a fake, it makes no sense, that's why I'm so careful each night before closing  each eye in sleep, and when thinking about each precious second of love that you 've given me,I can't help but say a prayer of thanks , and break down and weep

So many people gone,death  came, and took them. all away, but I keep holding on, because in time, and life, I want to stay, there are no more tears, as onward, this man goes, looking forward,to greet the coming years,before  moving on, so I keep holding on, won't sing no more sad , and mournful songs. got to keep holding on, through the mist of disappointment, you know, at every  funeral, I  wept  a lot of real, falling tears, and when no one, was looking on, at me, wrestled with each, new hidden fear, I keep  holding on, got a lot of living,yet to do, until each, and every single moment,left is gone, I keep holding on

I"LL FOLLOW THE SUN AROUND THE WORLD AND GREET WITH GLEE PLAYING BOYS AND GIRLS AND THANK THE LORD FOR KEEPING US ALL WHEN DAY IS DONE KNOWING THAT IN CREATING ME I"M  A SPECIAL ONE

I miss your warm warm,smile, and gentle touch, to my spirit,it meant so very much,thoughts of you, every now and than,rise up like sunshine, in my mind,I can see you sitting, at the kitchen table, tired back, and body, toward the door, having come in , from  a late ,work night,or hear  you, walking up the stairs, and know, that you.re alright,sometimes, you come home, much to tired, to eat, and all that's on your mind, is how fast,you can fall into the dark,arms of sleep,I miss you,even though, we were together,for only a brief time,like a glowing candle,blown out,by a sudden breeze,but sometimes,sad things happen to us in this life, without an understandable reason or a rhyme, I know that you can't hear me, across death's wide miles,pardon me, while I get a tissue,but I miss you

In the ghetto, time and grime,don't hold back, the years or the tears, scream out, in the night, nobody hears or cares, but, I'm still holding on, there are  fears, out here, nobody has  met yet, I'm still holding on,walking city streets,praying that, death,won;t get to me, sooner or later,I'm still holding on,strangled, by the secret wishes,inside, hoping the fake,dreams of smoke, entering the bodies, and noses, I see,don't **** off , the real dreams, of those, not on the pipe, *** being used, to sooth, away each tired,ache or lack, people, being used, to escape, from the ghetto blues, so, I'm still holding on,watching  kids, doubledutch, on sidewalk cracks, lots seeded, with tossed mattresses, junked cars, rotting trash,stray dogs, I see dice thrown down, roller hoping to get lucky, and I'm still holding on

In the ghetto, time and grime,don't hold back, the years or the tears, scream out, in the night, nobody hears or cares, but, I'm still holding on, there are  fears, out here, nobody has  met yet, I'm still holding on,walking city streets,praying that, death,won;t get to me, sooner or later,I'm still holding on,strangled, by the secret wishes,inside, hoping the fake,dreams of smoke, entering the bodies, and noses, I see,don't **** off , the real dreams, of those, not on the pipe, *** being used, to sooth, away each tired,ache or lack, people, being used, to escape, from the ghetto blues, so, I'm still holding on,watching  kids, doubledutch, on sidewalk cracks, lots seeded, with tossed mattresses, junked cars, rotting trash,stray dogs, I see dice thrown down, roller hoping to get lucky, and I'm still holding on

In the ghetto, time and grime,don't hold back, the years or the tears, scream out, in the night, nobody hears or cares, but, I'm still holding on, there are  fears, out here, nobody has  met yet, I'm still holding on,walking city streets,praying that, death,won;t get to me, sooner or later,I'm still holding on,strangled, by the secret wishes,inside, hoping the fake,dreams of smoke, entering the bodies, and noses, I see,don't **** off , the real dreams, of those, not on the pipe, *** being used, to sooth, away each tired,ache or lack, people, being used, to escape, from the ghetto blues, so, I'm still holding on,watching  kids, doubledutch, on sidewalk cracks, lots seeded, with tossed mattresses, junked cars, rotting trash,stray dogs, I see dice thrown down, roller hoping to get lucky, and I'm still holding on

IN the ghetto,time, and grime,don;t hold back, the years or tears, scream out, in the night,nobody hears,or cares, but,I 'm still holding on,there are fears,out  here, nobody, has met, yet, I keep on holding, on, walking city,streets, praying that, death, won't get , to me, sooner, or later, I keep holding on, strangled, by the secret,wishes, inside, hoping the fake,dreams,  of smoke, entering the bodies, I see, and each nose, don't **** off, the real dreams,  that the ones, not on the pipe, being sought, ***, being used, to sooth , the ache, lack away, people, being used, no escape, from the ghetto blues, so, I'm still, holding on,  watching children, doubledouch, on sidewalk cracks,lots seeded, with tossed mattresses, junked cars, rotting garbage, stray dogs, dice thrown down, hoping to get lucky, and I keep holing on

I need someone who will respect and cherish me, need someone who with God given love will be free. someone with their loving tenderly will be bold, need someone to stay while time is making this man  old.love is a mighty force that sweeps acrosss the nation  we  can  all agree, but  my sweet darling be stedfast as a rock put a smile on my face and glow in this heart  as i hear your key turning in  the house lock. need someone who will hold on real tight, make this man real grateful for each prayer i said at night. love is the reason sweetie i'm living don't you see, i need a good lady, need someone to bring it on home to me. and this is a great  and lasting reward and make   a shout rise up thank you lord.

some talk about national politics as if they were dense  a mysterious lover not always faithful as they becoming nostalgic while pumping high gas and taking home screaming prices on milk and bread yet hungry all the time for raises riding crowded buses to disappearing jobs drinking water from taxed glasses of debt living every moment under the dark cloud of need like every one else ducking daily bullets reaching out

We were paired together that cloudy   brunch Sunday joined at the  eyes. We never planned on it  having fun was conveniet  and wanting to share a special moment was difficult to hide...Love is soft  but loud .It's not easy to trace it's steady movements  or mark its unseen course. Love is quicksilver and leaks out of us like air from a red ballon even under the tightest security of self under pressure our feelings crowd like tight shoes the wrong size but... Thoroughbred truth or unblemished sincerity  doesn't come along everyday Nor does the quality of a woman fit  so perfectly into the  life  and days of a man ...I confess were born and bred for that wonderful Sunday C.J...






I have dreams inside Yet to born hurts yet to be touched  love to be shared with someone still outside in the lonely world.







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each beginning in life is a silent joy quietly waiting to be experienced yet fear at our core posing as reason holds us back and in the beginning moments of listening with the gathering heart beats within, silence takes our minds beyond the demands stolen from our time and purpose into deepest godly contemplation to listen to the wind's soft voice, the singing of the birds ,each quiet moment taking  us far away and beyond the demands and limitations of the body and mental space to join fully with the divine inside

I saw her on the train,today, and couldn't remember her name, from interaction,long ago,which clearly means, in my life,and yours,people and things,much like passing trains, come and go

I started loving you today running past serious doubts and entangling caution along the way throwing up in the air confetti of the someday list reaching out both my heart and hands for a love opportunity and chance that I dare not resist don't ever want to be a dreamchaser  having life silently slip on by never want to fade away in death with regret ending my final earthly goodbye yes I started loving you in every way on this last summer day

I spend most of my  time in longing  longing  waiting for you to come and discover me  but never really lost just waiting and longing my heart will know  you there are limits  compromises compulsions of love do you know them too  I sworn that lonliness will not keep my happiness adrift  nor embrace the venomous beast of settling beneath my worth for only the dead inside take chances and they always lose

I thought that I could make it on my own but heard your voice inside calling me back again every time my thoughts would start to roam when everything is out of place my mind silently says to seek your holy face times when  dreams turned bad my deep faith in you lord is all I ever had  nothing could ever change it or rearrange it I live to follow your word as my guide want you at every turn that is made need you close need you by my side

my lips seem convincing to yours,as soft whispers tickle waiting ears.this waiting heart seeks your soft presence when eyes are denied to gaze.love,s desire makes me become the gentle rain in the garden of delight,a personal pleasure trip to bountiful ,the new moon in the sky of human need ,the answer to any question asked,the guard to the palace of delights,the yin and yang of your everything.

I  won't cry any more over my troubles shutting the door to the things that can't last no more chasing false dreams  they won't turn my senses  away again vanity is a thing of my past said I won't cry any more over sad yesterdays things have been difficult enough in letting my self go I won't be swayed by dreams of greed destined to crumble at the breaking of the day  I won't cry any more confusion had me wrapped up in chains lost and alone dirt on my once good name but time has set me free I can tell the world that joy  spreads its sunshine I see  and I won't cry any more

I would go, where rippling waters sing, birds tweet in happy chorus, trees stand guarding age old forests,all of God's nature motions our rapt attention, humanity's voice is  of peace, mountains call out, my name in welcome, where dark skies of weeping, are forbidden, and sullen moods of sadness, never have permission to enter, I would go where black and white tan yellow, join hands in love and friendship, where hate and broken dreams, are outcast, I would go where people of love, all colors and creeds help, and inspire each other, this is where I  would go

Joel's ten month old only child, a son, had just started walking as Joel was sentenced to jail for three to six months for fighting, after charges had been filed against him. Each time a court hearing was set Joel went, but the dates were always post phoned. Joel meet Sena a tall dark skinned buxom  twenty nine old French speaking woman, just off the coast of Ghana. They married and through mutual friends came to America,and settled in Germantown. Sena spoke French to her dacca. She was a devoted mother and wife. Each time that Sena dropped her child off at daycare, she covered dacca's face with kisses,before heading for the indoor fruit stand that employed her. Joel always cocky and prideful,all of his life,drove a black Lincoln with his girlfriend closer than a flea on a dog, and met sales quotas when required. Granted one phone call from jail, Joel spoke with his rejected wife Sena, asking for bail money, his once proud and sarcastic voice breaking. A lawyer informed Sena that since charges had been filed ,the conviction had to stand. Joel now sits in a shared cell occasionally looking through the steel bars in lock down, gazing up at stars that he once rode and walked under freely.

I am king appointed by God  and the sun is my trampoline artistry  the sun is my private color  horse whisper the moon is my broken stallion sky is my sundown I capture blue clouds a soaring star  I rope and make steady the day is my wind gust playing leaves running  and playing the day is my sweet, sassy song the day is my mountain  tall waiting the world is my many colored coat  designed with rainbows, stars, sunshine, clouds, trees, grass, earth buttoned yet loose, the world is my private domain , filled with crowds

I am king appointed by God and the sun is my trampoline  work of artistry, the sun is my private stock color, the moon is my faithful broken stallion in the sky, my own sundown I capture blue clouds with silver chains mixed with gold, I make steady the day with wind gusts of playing leaves  running and hiding, the day is my sweet, sassy song of joy to God , the world is mountain tall waiting to be climbed, the world is my many colored coat designed with rainbows, stars, sunshine, clouds, trees, grass, shy, trees, worn buttoned yet loose, the world is a painting on my wall of my  house

O lady of soft and  light   i love  you  as  our hands and  spirts  join   in thanksgiving and our lips  sing  praise  for these sacred  moments of  time  perhaps  it can be said that  this love  is more than that of wide eyed children standing before a room  full of presents or with unending  tickets to Disneyland as Vips.Upon your  mind  i  long  to beat  out a soft and  tender  rhytm of passion like African  warrriors did on ancient drums  .

school is ended  it's time to leave .I must now depart memories gathered through time, oh it breaks my hidden heart clubs joined to make shyness go steps headed for manhood locker of experience  opened wide  books of knowledge pages closed ,I 'm  only taking  dreams packed for the waiting world to open and see shedding my old self to try on a brand new me

this misery is like none I've ever known  walking on these cobblestone streets lost without someone to care or shelter of a home.paris the city of lights  has turned its back on me and locked deep within is  a yearning love that nobody else can see.this cold pouring rain is not a good environment al that has been suffered was self induced and not heaven sent the world I know has a place that will open wide and this waif fortune has a kind smiling face that will cause this woman in the streets cast adrift to follow a new path home.

i'm writing this letter on a day that finds  me not close to you in nearness or reality.if you were here feeble words of mine would try to tell that each new day love blossoms in my heart like an eternal tree, the gifts of your beauty and grace shine softly like moonlight on still water,or a sunrise newly born each day. I know that SHAKESPEARE must have written the words''she walks in beauty like the night'' just for you, and I totally agree.

i'm writing this letter on a day that finds  me not close to you in nearness or reality.if you were here feeble words of mine would try to tell that each new day love blossoms in my heart like an eternal tree, the gifts of your beauty and grace shine softly like moonlight on still water,or a sunrise newly born each day. I know that SHAKESPEARE must have written the words''she walks in beauty like the night'' just for you, and I totally agree.

i'm writing this letter on a day that finds me not close to you in nearness or reality. if you were here feeble words  of mine would try to tell that each new day love blossoms in my heart like an eternal tree the gifts of your beauty and grace shine softly like moonlight on still water or a sunrise newly born each day .i know that Shakespeare must have written the words ''she walks in beauty like the night'' just for you, and i totally agree.

Let the Christmas sweet melody play
And let all men's hearts be peaceful and calm
Putting aside worry hate and fear
Let joy fill the air
I know that the Lord will be there
Wrapping mankind 's spirits in loving holiday cheer

Let us yield to love for than we will see hear fall to the ground chains of hate that would  enslave us the soft clouds of peace will remain in the sky pouring down raindrops of love upon thirsty souls in dire need of its blessing ley us yield to love to love which keep the thunder storms of hate away as we walk this hallowed land

WE  Lie Still  in bed  closely  listening  to night sounds flowing  outside of us like soldiers on guard for attack.Silence  has no place in this  personal universe of ours, let our fingers touch  and love  create  a masrer piece as   we wait for morning .

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Looking in the mirror who can that  very confident person be, take another long look and realize that man is me. moving ahead strong despite serious doubts  reaching out  a helping hand to my brothers and sisters  on this planet forsaking  the shadows of self pity and  if along  the  way i want to  make   a differance and with joy see  others shout, that's what love  and peace are all about. the phone of destiny  rings ,and i answer the call God's  trying to reach mankind  don't you know  sin let it fall  there is no doubt or fear , while looking in the mirror  as i stay strong ,  nothing  can be  a terror i'll do more than survive, but won't leave this world alive

look what they done to my freedom,ma: it was just here a few minutes ago,but America done stole it away.chains on my neck,wrights and feet,every day took the will inside ,its enough to drive a grown man insane.look what they done to my freedom,ma-my silent tears water the dust,mixed with red blood,crying from  the inward pain.look what they done to my freedom,ma-master in charge ***** both daughter and wife,cut my manhood away.all of me is hurting every day,my forbidden voice has no say.if i could just rest on your ******* for a little while until the long night turns into the golden day.got a noose around this old life,ma-so i can't go asrtay.look what they done to my freedom,ma-done turned me into a slave.my freedom was just here a few minutes ago,but America done stole it away. look what they done to my freedom,ma.

look  what they done to my freedom ma,it was just here a few minutes ago,but America done stole it away,chains on my neck,wrights and feet every day took the will inside,its enough to drive a grown man insane.look what they done to my freedomma,my silent tears water the dust mixed with red blood,crying from the inward pain. look what they done to my freedom ma, master in charge ***** both daughter and wife,cut my manhood away.all of me is hurting every day,my forbidden voice has no say.if I could just  rest on your ******* for a little while until the long night turns into the golden day.noose around this old life ma-so I can't go astray.look what they done to my freedom ma-done turned me into a slave,my freedom was just here a few minutes ago,but America done stole it away,look what they done to my freedom ma

Don't give  yourself to someone, who won't really care about
Your value or even your worth, who won't be home at night
Or during the day work, curse you out and belittle
And treat you just like dirt, your current nightmarish condition
Doesn't define just who you really are, and you may night be looking now
But an earthly prince will come and seek you out, And treat like the queen
You really are, love prepared a place for me at its table
When misery hung my head in doubt, when low self-esteem threw an
Upper cut and nearly knocked my confidence out, when I grew dizzy
From looking high low everywhere, love brought me out the place
Of old dead memories, and I clearly heard its voice indeed,
When love called me out

Please let me be  your open  armed  sky   ready  to embrace  and hold  forever more  as  my  love circles within  both  heart and mind  like  a bird  of forfilled need.Let  us  build  a new house of dreams  together.