love has left the building, it was't  reasonable  nor wise, don't you know that we are all God's children here in his eyes. see me on Philadelphia streets and you look past or even turn away, it would be nice to live in a city where people smiled or hugged along the way, but this is not the real world closed minded folks would say, hate's darkness is approaching and it took time to construst, what ever happened to in God we trust,now i have a strong unshakable feeling that love has left the building and it's lack of affection and trust, love has left the building  and it's recapture starts with us.

Make me feel like, I'm loved.  Make it seem like, I really matter.  Chase away the dark clouds of doubt, hiding inside, my head, gently serve a platter of warm laughter,to my soul.  Just don't hold out all the love, I am really after. Make me feel like, I'm loved. Please don't play peek-a -boo with my delicate emotions.  You know pretense is so very much hated. But in your case, I am happy as achild that I waited. Make me feel like, I'm loved. Let the waves flow like, an unchainedocean. Only thing that I know, I never want these feelings to go. these, good. I want to throw back my headand tell all naysayers," see, I told you so." Make me, feel, like, I'm loved.

MAMA's gentle hand rested in mine.  Before putting me on the giant yellow school bus and somehow awareness made it known in mama's hands I could trust.  These very same hands wiped away my tears, hugged away my fears and chased with a touch the fever from my brow.  Death has taken her finally and memories sweet are left behind oh how I wish to feel that loving caress now. Mama's hands put on my stylish cap and shinny shoes. After lessons were done prepared each meal into a bountiful feast, to take the mind off youthful blues. Hands that iron the shirt and pants for you never asking much for herself yet constantly giving with a smile to everybody else.  In hard times trying to make her children's even simplest wish come true. Now in my mind I see my very own mama with eyes closed in prayer thanking GOD for taking her through the day with care.  With folded hands mama's hands.

Like an artist, creating, his very own, masterpiece, on fine,canvas, in creative,brush strokes, of mental, thoughts, within the mind, I created you, before, your presence,came forth, masterpiece in body,  and thought, masterpiece, of my own,design, for all, the world, to see, a masterpiece, that changed, even me, painted,beauty, in real,vision, that my eyes, beheld, in human,form, masterpiece of elegance

the first back from kindergarten.  the first summer vacation.soft falling rain on new lovers.sweet smelling cut grass. flexing bare toes in the warm sun.christmas with the heart bursting with childish excitement in the adults.sweet taste of mister softee icecream in different flavors greeting the tummy.mama"s moist ,homemade gingerbread   filling the kitchen.cuddling your favorite love by the crackling fire.portraits of outside beauty designed by God,dancing in the mind..,intense feelings within ,waiting at the altar,for the bride ,hidden by afalse calm.special moments of life composed of waiting and waiting .Anticipating gifts like an impaitient jack-in- the -box.

grasping hands of debt steal life borrower belongs to  the lender while the king sleeps innocently behind shades of smart profit can  you spare me a quarter or a miracle for wedding bells never ring on half broke horses taking last chances of glittering exchange  despair is assembled waiting with nagging dreams of placebo days

my thoughts travel back to city nighs when fireflys lit the dark,under streams of summer moonlight,air seemed fresher and even crisp in those young man days,with quick strides I walked past houses of peoples who knew and didn't know,who I was,and care,heading toward a future that might shut out all the dreams long dreamed,yet to meet young womenwho would guide me through the garden of sweet delight,and deliver mail to my senses than awakening

you are more than just my  prayerful dream come true, as we stand  exchanging rings saying I do,  more than just a brief or fake romance, i'm  so glad that on each other we decided to take a chance, and from this blessed moment, as the coming years roll by, here's hoping love and trust, will keep its flame ever burning in our hearts, did I

you are than just my prayerful dream come as we stand exchanging rings saying I do more than just a brief or fake romance i'm so glad that on each other we decided to take a chance and from this blessed moment as the coming years rollby here's hoping love and trust will keep its flame ever burning in our eyes did I say that you are the one whom this man adores darling so much more

you are more than just my prayful dream come true as we stand exchanging rings saying I do more than just a brief or fake romance i'm  so glad that on each other we decided to take a chance and from this blessed moment as the coming years roll by here's hoping love love and trust will keep its flame ever burning in our eyes did I say that you are the whom this man adores darling so much more

you are more than just my  prayerful dream come true, as we stand  exchanging rings saying I do,  more than just a brief or fake romance, i'm  so glad that on each other we decided to take a chance, and from this blessed moment, as the coming years roll by, here's hoping love and trust, will keep its flame ever burning in our hearts, did I

Sadness will really show what you're made of
And should you be tired of something or someone in your life
You're not alone. Everybody gets tired sometimes
But I'm telling you to get up off your knees
Because you've got some believing to do
Light a fire of courage in your belly
Give your self another chance
Rise up and shake off shame's dust
Don't just sit there cry and mourn
Move on

how many dreams have lost,their way, before they came to us? how many plans  were derailed, before getting back on track? how many good and fine thoughts inside, were choked by the slaying  hands of doubt, and this is not the right time, or I'm  to young or old?  now we must breathe new life  into old dreams plans hopes, and brush away the the cobwebs of doubt and fear, with determined  marching feet and heart, move on, victory awaits

I saw him led across my BLACK AN D WHITE  television screen in the rundown city of NEWARK huge shades covered his eyes like black bandages head skyward voice a dynamite musicial roar of sound as RAY CHARLES screamed I GOT A WOMAN WAY OVER TOWN THAT"S GOOD TO ME  THAN JAMES BROWN  in a shoulder cape danced  did a split dropped to his knees and roared PLEASE PLEASE  PLEASE and PAPA GOT A BRAND NEW BAG the DRIFTERS took the stage with UNDER THE BOARD WALK  JACKIE WILSON ex boxer punched out the tune LONELY TEARDROPSwhile doing another split and throwing his coat or hankerchief to waiting  screaming  fans DION AND THE BELMONTS told about RUNAROUND SUE SMOKEY ROBINSON AND THE MIRACLES with his high falsetto touched the rafters with TEARS OF A CLOWN  the TEMPTATIONS told everybody that would listen  that PAPA WAS A ROLLING STONE  and I WISH IT WOULD RAIN so that no one will see my teardrops when I go outside BROOK BENTON with his smooth baritone sang about A RAINY NIGHT IN GEOGIA  and that ITS JUST A MATTER OF TIME and THE JAGUARS were careful on tiptoe because THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHT ELVIS PRESSLEY wanted to know ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT  and sang about THE JAILHOUSE ROCK and JERRY LEE LEWIS known as the killer on the stage beat beat the piano like a bad child with elbows feet hands letting us know about there is A WHOLE LOT OF SHAKING GOING ON we ain't faking there's a whole lot  of shaking going on

TEDDY PENDERGRAS joined HAROLD MELVIN AND THE BLUENOTES  as a drummer and back up singer but his outstanding baritone voice as the lead on  WAKE UP  EVERYBODY and IF YOU DON'T KNOW ME BY NOW caused him to remain in that position before going on to become a solo recording artist WHITNEY  ELIZABETH HOUSTON started singing lead parts in church her mother  CISSY HOUSTON was a back up singer with ELVIS PRESLEY as a solo performer would become known as THE VOICE and would produce and star in a number of movies along with putting out chart topping hits like THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL and SAVING ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU TOM JONES  a coal miner's son from WALES had a very successful AMERICAN variety show with ******* being thrown on stage ,in later years he would be knighted as sir TOM  at career peak TOM JONES sang WHAT"S NEW PUSSYCAT and IT"S NOT UNUSAL ENGELBERT sang AFTER THE LOVE IS GONE and I HAD THE LAST WALTZ WITH YOU and one of my favorite singers out of BROOKLYN BARBARA STREISAND belted clear even notes out of the park with the lovely song EVERGREEN  and DON"T RAIN ON MY PARADE well like DAFFY DUCK used to say back in the day THAT"S ALL FOLKS

TEDDY PENDERGRAS joined HAROLD MELVIN AND THE BLUENOTES as a drummer and back up singer but his outing baritone as the lead singer as the lead on WAKE UP EVERYBODY and IF YOU DON"T KNOW ME BY NOW caused him to remain in that position before becoming a solo recording artist WHITNEY ELIZABETH HOUSTON  started singing lead parts in church her mother CISSY HOUSTON was a back up singer with ELVIS PRESLEY WHITNEY as a solo performer would become known as the VOICE and would produce and star in a number of movies along with putting out chart topping hit after hit like THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL and SAVING ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU TOM JONES  a coal miner's son from wales had a very successful AMERICAN variety show with ******* being thrown on stage to wipe his brow as he sang WHAT"s NEW PUSSYCAT and IT"S NOT UNUSUALE ENGELBERT sang I HAD THE LADT WALTZ WITH YOU and one of my favorite singers out of BROOKLYN BARBARA STREISAND belted out of the park the lovely song EVERGREEN and DON"T RAIN ON MY PARADE well like DAFFY DUCK used to say back in the day THAT"S ALL FOLKS

Little RICHARD the proclaimed self architect of rock and roll sang out high pitched about GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLY you sure like to ball when your rocking and rolling can't hear your mama call OTIS REDDING sang about SITTING ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY while RICHIE VALENS played his guitar singing LA BAMBA and FATS DOMINO found his thrill on BLUEBERRY HILL than MARVIN GAYE crooned through the mike that  I HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE and IF I COULD BUILD MY WHOLE WORD AROUND YOU PAT BOONE related to pioneer DANIEL BOONEspent  his day WRITING LOVE LETTERS IN THE SAND THE  COASTERS sang about that lazy CHARLIE BROWN  JOHNNY RAY sang about THE LITTLE WHITE CLOUD THAT CRIED  as GLADYS KNIGHT AND THE PIPS about taking THAT MIDNIGHT TRAIN  TO GEORGIA and IF I WERE YOUR WOMAN meanwhile THE FIFTH DIMENSION  sang about ONE LESS BELL TO ANSWER  one less egg to fry one less man to pick up after I should be happy but all I do is cry CLAUDE MCPHATTER in true rock and roll style  sang WHITE CHRISTMAS and RICKY NELSON sang POOR LITTLE FOOL AND TRAVELING MAN when I heard about THE BEATLES I  thought they were coming over the water to eat up our crops but they had  A YELLOW SUBMARINE sweet and wholesome CONNIE FRANCIS asked WHERE THE BOYS ARE some CHAINGANG and CUPID draw back your bow and let your arrow go straight to my lovers heart for me ALLAN FREED an unknown disc jockey tagged the new wild music ROCK AND ROLL DEAN MARTIN sang AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD and somewhere  along my musicial journey  I heard the great piano mover and confess  I watched all of his films  MARIO LANZA formed and shaped my love for opera with BE MY LOVE for no one else can fill this yearning ,I went out and brought an album of the wonderful singer actor activist HARRY BELAFONTE and freely admit that during that time I was a teenager with limited funds but saved up the money just so that I could hear  BELAFONTE sing SCARLETT RIBBONS  and the infectious DAY O sunlight come and me want to go home come mr  tally man tally me bananas and than QUINCY JONES known as Q  wrote the theme for SANFORD AND SON and produced THE FRESH PRINCE OF BELAIR starring WILL SMITH ,WE ARE  THE WORLD AND OFF THE BLOCK ISAAC HAYES black tall barechested  draped in gold chains won an OSCAR for singing and composing SHAFT which was before he acted in TRUCK TURNER  IKE also sang I STAND  ACCUSED of loving you to much and I hope that you don't mind PAUL ROBSON in deep bass  sang OLD MAN RIVER in his career he was a lawyer actor scholar outstanding athlete singer  finally THE BIG BOPPER sang CHANTILLY LACE and a pretty face and a pony tale hanging down he died to soon in a plane crash along with RICHIE VALENS and BUDDY HOLLY who sang THAT WILL BE THE DAY

I keep in rememberance that godly fate is turning the pages of my life,day after day,year after year,life has been very kind and gracious in my moments here,and the lesson today that I would share is not to weep,over the former things of old,but to expect new beginnings and gifts to appear,for will be answers to very troubling questions and  new sunsets miracles to enjoy,all are patiently waiting for you down the road,seek them

Attack the known and unknown fear waiting to strike a death blow to confidence, progress and achievement.  Lift up talent's voice. Let the world know who you are. Come out of the valley of the shadow of death. Never let opportunity escape your grasp. Jab daily and knock out failure. Climb hills of disappointment, with the the very best inside. Seek the high ground.  Never the low.  Be teachable to life's lessons. Listen to elders to go further. Stride toward the farthest horizon with God leading each step.  Arise from your bed of unbelief and walk.  Let your talents be stubborn and unyielding to defeat. Swim past imperfection and not good enough.  Climb out of the crib of woe is me. God made you for greatness. No life should be tongue tied by fear.

Attack the known and unknown fear

Attack the known and unknown fear

song caught in my throat that I want to let out  if I don't get it out it will take over me soft center building up with blue fire notes set to come with joy pain in ear when freed notes born on paper with struggle not to be messed with, come out whole or not at all truth sliding to home base

IF I TRAVEL SO MANY MILES AWAY I WOULD WRITE A LOVE LETTER IN MY HEART TOYOU EACH AND EVERY DAY CAUSE LORD NOTHIN CAN EVER CHANGE THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU  oh, this love makes me weep makes me cry before falling asleep- i feel it moving deep inside and it tends to make me sigh. nothing can ever change the love i feel for you.oh,you know each thought inside . from evil you won't let me hide. oh, your soul food and sweet drink you're wisdom and peace so nice so nice the Lord of my dreams in paradise. i don't ever want to leave your side  or ever roam, i've got your back on my own your love always says welcome home. i know that nothing can ever change the love that i have for you.

On the last day of November rain from the sky fell  down on me
Soft as your tender touch just as refreshing
I'm grateful for the little and big things that you do
Did you ever notice the delight in my eyes when you walk into the room
I want to love you into the next two centuries
So glad you want to spend that time with me
When other people's dreams are tired and done
I want you as the only one
To share the laughter and the pain

green grass wilts and flowers die, and once loving hearts, no longer try, but what we share today, is now and always, we've encouraged each other ,through both doubts and fears, there were also times, when we wiped, each others tears,but the love inside us , will  ever be strong, now and always, respect and concern, keeps us both true,facing the the troublesome waters, just me and you, and I know deep down , I'll keep this oath until my dying  day, to be there holding my darling close,now and always

the night strolls dressed in beauty .a halo of stars on her head.the moon a dress of pure silken fibers.soft slippers of star light surround each foot.pearls of early evening adorn each ear and left hand .beauty like none ever known or seen since time was born .with steps going toward a golden dawn.

Seems we have  an on and off love affair
One minute you love me and the next you don't care
I'm kind of sick and tired of this
We both know only to well that it will destroy our wedded bliss
Girl don't let it cause your feelings inside nap
Come over here and sit on my lap
Put up a white flap and let me hold you my dear
And show in demonstration how much I care
And let us stop right now
This on and off love affair

America   written   on  your   lady   of  liberty  statute  in  new  york ,  you  ask  fpr   the  tired,  the  poor,   those   yearning   to  breathe  free.    and  we  are   here   behind   that   statute,     waiting   in   articulate   rage   for   our   change  to  come.    we   cry    out    to   you   from  the   500  hundred  people   standing   in  line   for   one   job  line,   from  the  welfare  long  line  and  cheap  bargain   stores, as   we  eat  the  corner  store's  high  priced  make believe  steaks  and  bullet  proof  beans  that  make   up  our   daily  bread    the   American  dream   for   us   is   quickly    becoming    a  constant  nightmare,  even   while  awake  and   slowly   the  great  horn  of   plenty   is  running   dry.  for  we  are  overworked,overlooked, underpaid,   victimized  and  forgotten  in   this   land  of   the   free   and  home   of  the  brave.and  the  money  eagle  still  flies, but  too high  for  the  poor  to  catch. blacks,whites,yellows,browns, all  sing  the  blues of  hard  times, some   off  key  and  some  on.  congressmen  and  city council  legislate  themselves  higher   salaries , less  work  days  and  longer  vacations  an d  more  fun   times   supposedly  taken  to  other  lands   to   to  study   how   poor   we  are  here. Democrats  are  doing  it   to  their   secretaries,  while   the  Republicans  are  doing  it  to   the  nation.taxes  are  high,heat  and utilities too. the  cost   of  living  is  going  up  while   the chance at  living  is  going  down. food  stamps  throat    was  cut and   as  our  world  turns  people  in  other  lands  are  watching   the land  on  the  mat  taking  the  count.  the wait  and  want  for  daily  bread  and  a  better   chance  to  live  clings  like  a  bad   season   to   the poor  ,tired  and weary.poverty's  sorrow  slides  past   the  cheap  wine  inspired  laughter, the   stolen  ***  moments  to  blot  everything  out  and  forget, all  these  things   form  a  chain   of  human  need  can   i  get  a  witness ?

For only hope of a better tomorrow  can take  away the stitches sewn in the beating angry heart and deliver one from the everlasting mud of despair which one is sinking fast. America through  our politicians has said unto us,''we do it all for you,voters elected us to serve ourselves." We have sacrificed American sons to the exploding bullets of war in faraway lands.boys from Philadelphia, Texas ,California,Arizonia, taken away from their budding lives and sacred dreams to fight for another's freedom when freedom is still elusive to our native  daughters and sons.we are those with broken nails and scarred hands,work-ruined backs,who give the most but take home the least.some of us are young or old  and worn down in spirit,found in city doorways or hooking for livings in alleys or hugging ***** pavements in pain.our hands  might form  together in nightly prayers  for more bread  and higher checks,less taxes  that slowly  wash away human life.lady of liberty,what are you staring at?don't you see the people suffering in this great land? what hour is  the best to be poor, if any? we are  at the crossroads of human existence, trouble in our  lives is like barbed wire  strung at intervals, like dark stars wherever people wander. wake up America,save us from slowly dying in your electric cities,for you America,  through our  politicians have said  unto  us , we do it all  for you. i've seen and heard old men with  white socks and canes their memories fading like yesteryear's scrapbook pictures,buy dog food for the evening meal.the  middle class have s new change of address  closer to the poverty line. here we all  are caught up in the stillness  of time ,watching  our politicians  seal our  fates  with  heartless intent  and cunning minds  as they  earnestly say,''we do it  to you and for you.''

Dreams speak to   us of old lovers whom we can no longer touch nor be with creating tender moments that drown out cries,spirits no longer stripped of pure laughter or buried behind shadows of sadness,limbs join in sleep lack is not a minefield of need, tears are dismissed from lonely eyes of endless searcing and tired looking the storm has set us free. step out of the body into the light of  newborn day,night is banished never to return, land of hope walking toward fulfillment. lies are still born  in throats, not uttered, pretense is kicked out of bed.

O SWEET FREEDOM COME ON DOWN AND RESCUE ME MAKE THESE CHAINS FALL AWAY  AND THE DARK CLOUDS OF SLAVERY FLEE THIS DAY LET THE SUNRISE OF YOUR PEACE REST WITHIN MY SOUL TO STAY O SWEET FREEDOM COME DOWN LIKE A  HEAVENLY RAIN O SWEET FREEDOM UNTIL MY DYING DAY REMAIN O SWEET FREEDOM COME DOWN AND RESCUE ME

Flesh lying still at night, waiting to be touched tenderly not for ****** contentment, by gentle hands that put a wedding band on years ago, cramps await in in heels  and toes so that sleep will arrive before morning.shoulders need covering nightly while lying on stomach, stiffness plunders the body like the thief it is, closing in on rest territory. pillows wait at the head and foot of the bed. the mind floating in stillness suspended from all thought and jagged care of today or tomorrow, .hard work that was done has earned a rest that won"t  come softly

Our time just ended and now I see , It was just all one big laughing joke
To everyone but me, funny how love can run smoothly than stop
I feel the whole world is laughing now , but not with me
I should throw my hands up and say goodbye to a rotten affair
My brain says just walk away,  but hidden in side my heart I still do care
You played such a leading part, than up and walked away
Left me broken and talking to myself as you made a clean getaway
You know it's difficult to rejoice at any time with a ripped out heart
And these are the feelings that I have to say
When sorrow in bad blood has written down your name
Hope that one day love will smile on you again
But as for me, every day will be just the lonely same

the sun cries thatits to early to be put to bed yet night insists that its turn to shine has come the stars glow like huge eyes against the dark background of sky air is white shirt crisp stillness trim,down below on earth time steals days and nights of longing man dreams of ways to be hero, survivor often hitting a blank surface in thought violence is a steady interruption of life"s peace that leaves no choices

Memory takes me back to long ago, I can see the deck of the slave ship  I came on smell the salt air and hot vinegar used to clean away the escaping stench below decks hear the sound as male  slaves exercise as crew members play fiddler music while chains thud hard from dancing amusement my home was near the River Senegal on  the coast  the slave traders  ships brought brightly colored cloth beads *** cowrie shells to trade for our black flesh father raised cattle  rice maize this ebony man traded for muskets gunpowder needles colored thread for what he grew on the day of our capture we marched  during the long day tied to each other  given only thin meal and warm water tiredness bore down on our limbs each step canoes came on sea waves toward us fear moved down the chained line men women children were separated our clothes were taken  standing naked mouths were opened skin and muscles felt we had to jump up  and down while moving  arms  chosen ones were branded with hot irons marking each one cold wet cloths applied to the brand on the seared skin  I scream loudly until my voice refuses sound the time for hearing is gone rapid  waters fill with blood as some are tossed into sea for circling sharks to dine on the ship offers only sixteen inches to hold me  others have two and a half inches if tightly packed bodies are in the hold secured down my chain is nailed dimness cries of agony beat on my ears like drums I try not to breath in the rancid smells of those who have soiled themselves air is limited I wait  for my body to die like my mind and soul we sail  for slave ships must leave immediately before sickness breaks out if that happens slaves will mutiny uprising usually takes place within the shoreline when neared at sea chances are less to leave slaves who simply refuse to eat are force feed with the speculum oris  which is placed in the slave's mouth opening the jaws then food is pushed in usually rice or millet crew members wash away stench of blood  from floggings feces ***** from between decks the stink of vinegar drying in sun is as bad living is sometimes harder than dying

Memory takes me back to long ago. I can see the deck of the slave ship I came on, smell the salt air and the hot vinegar used to clean away the escaping stench below the deck, hear the sound as male slaves exercise, as crew members play fiddle music while chains thud hard from the dancing amusement of the slaves. My home was near the River Senegal on the coast. The slave traders ships brought colered cloth, beads, ***, and cowrie shells to trade for our black flesh. Father raised cattle, rice and maize.  This ebony man traded muskets, gunpowder, needles and colored thread, for what he grew.  On the day of our capture, we marched during the long day tied to each other, given only thin meal and warm water. Tiredness bore down on our limbs each step. Canoes came on waves toward us.  Fear moved down the chained line of men. Women and children were separated. Our clothes were taken.  Standing naked, mouths were opened, and muscles felt. We had to jump up and down while moving our arms. Chosen ones were branded on the skin.  I screamed loudly until my voice refuse sound.  The time for hearing is gone.  Rapid waters filled with blood, as some are tossed into the sea, for circling sharks to dine on. The ship offers only sixteen inches to hold me, others have two and half inches if tightly packed. Bodies are in the hold, secured down by chains that are nailed. Faint cries of agony beat on my ears like drums.  I try not to breath in the rancid smells of those who have soiled themselves.  Air is limited.   Mutiny usually takes place within the shoreline. Because when at sea chances are less to escape.  Slaves who simply refuse to eat are force fed with the speculum oris which is placed in the slave's mouth, opening the jaws then food is pushed in usually rice or millet.  Crew members tried wash away stench of blood from floggings, feces, ***** from between decks until this day the stench still remains. Living as a slave while your soul is dead is a living horror.

Trash along the curb line and on the streets
People walking around with growling bellies
From not enough to eat
Better not speak or look at anyone or their mean look
Or razor tongue will cut you down
Philadelphia is called the city of brotherly love
Here markers and monuments stand silent from all of those shot and
Killed honoring the young and old who have died
A fact that it's very clear and evident that more peace and human
Understanding should have been tried
I know for myself that in this big place
You cant make it on your very own
Because people in many large numbers find themselves lost and crying
All alone. I'm telling on philadelphia
Which is now my home

Please see me through the eyes of your heart
As you continue to fully believe in me, our heaven sent love
Will never depart and the world won't be able to break your believing
Or give our new born relationship a false or uncertain start
And if we both wake up tomorrow and this dream is still here
I'll look into your dark lovely eyes and still be pleased years from now
Under skies of darkest blue. This man of yours will still be holding hands
And as time slowly takes our youth away
While traveling down the road of life
I'll turn and look  and sing one last song to you

you're the very reason that I hold on . the inspiration for this song made this man into a ever lasting believer surrender throws my hands up in the air  inside said show me something faith said come closer if you dare sweet love each time felt pouring through convincing beyond any doubt that I can't live without you  so love away please stay  you already know I can't play the game of round and round  up and down people go in spite of brokenness anyway so love away please stay such wonderful love has my soul craving and  i'm the one that you're affection is saving  so love away  please stay lord I want you to stay

I feel my heart beating so fast
Need to be held close and kept real warm
Don't have any hidden secrets to keep
Just want to be held close to your side
Kept cozy and warm until I drift off to sleep
So I would ask very kindly and ever so soft and sweet
Please take me in out of this storm

Grandpa would fling seeds upon the  earth to make food come forth to feed our hunger's needs, walk with hands behind his back and head bowed in deep thought or maybe he was  looking for the time he lost. Grandpa Penny would go fishing by the local  muddy creek and sit there quietly  for hours in the stillness, no doubt, fishing  for memories  out of his life's rapidly flowing stream . And he would laugh  a laugh as clear and pure as  polished glass and slap  a knee with delight  as times  and days rolled past.  Memories softly flooded his mind, with veins on Bible-holding hands he would preach on Sunday mornings about the troubles of the world, its joys, the many souls yet unsaved, and about America being one vast link of connecting cities reaching  from NEW YORK to HOLLYWOOD and beyond. CD's playing electric winking  blues moaning and crying. American fusing slowly all of its dark sin, good times, the hell with tomorrow, into one giant mass of group loneliness. It made no difference if he walked down polluted city streets or through spring country fields of black eyed susans or beneath skies blue bright.

He held the rich brown earth in the palm of a large hand from which his crops grew. tasted the smoked country ham meat, ate freely of the cornbread, the peach cobbler, sweet potato pie, turnip greens, while laughing a laugh like pure rich music. I thought him to be a glass that would never fall nor break, a flower with need of rain nor soil a daily tower of gentle strength. He embraced all of life's joys and pains like a man. He went forth with gifts and sought to anoint the world with  the same love that anointed his family. Grandpa Penny tried to make me look beyond my foolish youth, so that i might understand the ways of wisdom. Now looking back over the long passing of years, I realize that he opened my blinded eyes, offering me a chance to see life face to face. And I closed my eyes and let time move this solitary man to another emotional place and cried, because I didn't want to deal with expectation and far away hope. But now brighter  is the way for Grandpa Penny taught me that truth never lies and no lie lasts forever.

the poet watches silently behind the window of time the habits of both king and commoner translating seen watching into a pattern of rhyme thoughts floating through the mind like celebratory dreams of confetti and who knows what dreams may come pointing the way to future lines formed on paper pressed between pages of late understanding the flight booked for inspiration is due to depart at any second  mankind put on your seatbelts to soar under a sky full of poems that lie within the poet

come ,behold not my flaws or ocasionle sadness doubt impatience with others, even yourself,but see my blind eye to fear, that time will steal you away from me. know that the puzzle of living I have not  yet completely solved,nor understand ,I desire  your love help to ponder what yet might come.can we not face all the joys tears fears ,united in trust ,both strong together and apart,long before the final dying day.

love quietly takes over the heart with no shots fired  clearing the muddy pathway with its its  light of truth .stars of tenderness float upon the inner self  forming its depth and height,all doubt is dismissed and great need is satisfied the perfect bond is my hand in yours for all time to come

I trade my moonless sky for the mirrored blindness of city day while wishing for swimming green grass that hide lying roots of tall country trees near lake-fish darting in clear blue waters fast moving silver circles into which poles of thought silently sink the river shares undercover secrets the room"s blackness unfolds as others reach between them points of light shine on pretend smiles of confusion deep voiced edge of tiredness surprises-fingers are unopened like the mind itself

I trade my moonless sky for the mirrored blindness of city day while wishing for swimming green grass that hide lying roots of tall country trees near lake -fish darting in clear blue waters fast moving silver circles, into which poles of thought silently sink the pond shares undercover secrets  the roo

















I trade my moonless sky for the mirrored blindness of  city day while wishing for swimming green grass that hide lying roots of tall country trees near lake-fish clear blue waters fast moving silver circles into which poles of thought silently sink the pond shares undercover secrets  the room"s blackness unfolds as others reach across space between them points of light shine on pretend smiles of confusion deep voiced edge of tiredness surprises-fingers are unopened like the mind itself







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as I near your river of  love, I want you to sweetly,call my name, and let me  bath, you see ,its been  such a long time, and these  precious moments, we  should not let pass, so won't  you please open, up that gentle  river of  love, let me bath, let the waves wash away, any doubts, or fears,  about what we're doing here,  they've already  taken away, just come  here,  let  me bath, away my  yesterdays of  the past, I'm weeping now,  that these tender, moments will  last, you see, I  need to bath,  and keep on bathing, in your river, of love,  making all within so glad,  you know  that  every man, needs  a touch of the river,of love, or he'll remain ever , so sad, river of love, just take me in, and let me bath

IF you haven't my  read, my poetic  voice,for quite some time,its only because, on January 3rd, on a Germaintown street, I blacked out,fell  down ,and on the sidewalk hurt,my head,somebody passing by,called 911, when being put, into the ambulance on the way,to Chesthill Hospital,I was awake, long enough, to tell the ambulance driver my medical history, and who to call, each loved one,close to me,I  put in room,570A, propped up, in a bed,with bars on either side, that went up or down, and  as the Iv, dripped into,my right vein,while lying on,my back,I thank the Lord, that I was still, alive, and here,above, the ground,the cardiogist, thought, that I would need,a pacemaker,but on the treadmill, as I walked for seven full,minutes, even he,was amazed, and I'm  grateful ,that I came home,on JANUARY 6th,and now am writing, and sharing this very,poem, because I could,have been down, deep, on the other side,of life, in a newly dug fresh grave.

The flag still,waves, in front, of the small, town, firehouse, where, I grew up, in the key, of life, the place, of my teenage, beginning, sweet memories, my heart, is ,now feeling, for salem county, town, where I, moved on, from, so, very,long, ago,street songs, of youth, still playing, inside, my head, songs, that , carried, me, over, the bridge, of youth, to manhood, waiting, silently, in  the distance, my thoughts, are all, aglow, thinking back, on salem county, I left,behind, so very, long ago,place, where fate, gave me, my first,puppy, and the,afternoon, of , that new, discovered, soft kiss, that made, me, so, brave, and, the joining, of two, on the, the old, pink painted, house, of a salem county, porch