be your own light of encouragement,against the darkness of failure and discord.keep swing until  a homerun is hit.victory is a mighty tide to overcome  crashing  limbs of defeat,belief wins out when all else fails.know who you are in the world, wise beautiful  victorious great informed,not ignorant nor intolerant,you are awesome daily.all of these are seeds within to use.

Your love is the sunshine pouring down on me
Pushing away the world's darkness
It's the future of my life
I'm investing my feelings in you
My sweet gift every day
The one who keeps the blues from coming near
Keep on sharing that sunshine with me
I need that sunshine

Life is too brief to live all alone.
I need someone to come for my very own.
I will care tenderly for you and you will do the same for me.
Our love will be forever, shower me with your love, shower me.
Shower with all the love I've been waiting here for.
I've been hurting inside as this song I now sing
But know a true love when it comes can change everything.
Your love will comfort me and mine will indeed do the same for you
This joy that we share will last forever.
Shower me please somebody shower me with your love
Here and now with the love I've waited for.
I close my eyes on bended knees and pray that all of my dreams
do come true.
Until you come by here, please know that I belong to only you.
Waiting days and nights patiently for you, knowing if a man has a
dream someday it will come true, and I keep hoping to soon be with you.
Like the night stars shine high above in the sky
Our dreams will come together both yours and mine.
Shower me with your love, shower me with all the love I've been
longing for.

My  heart is filled with so much love its true , to fall in love is what every one waits for- someone special to call their own .fairy tales i know  never come true, but all secret dreams and hopes are granted by you. i will love on you let you love on me, this love will bridge eternity. shower me with your love, shower me with your love sweet Jesus, shower me with your love, all the love that i've been waiting for.

passing  around me ,what do I see unhappy people behind painted uncomfortable smiles,carrying  sadness,loneliness dressed up in modern style.all living unseen lives of sham and shame,long ago reflections of myself, life is not an easy game.everyone  caught in the blowing winds of our time.

my lips are convincing to yours my soft whispers tickle waiting ears industrious legs seek your presence when not seen I become the gentle rain in your garden the field guide to pleasure awaiting your solitary man in the palace of delights

the plantation that housed both my body mind soul had fallen on hard times.union soldiers had plundered the crops and taken every thing worth stealing.when word spread from plantation  to plantation that president abreham Lincoln had something called the emancipation prolimantion  that set us fre and we were no longer enslaved . able bodied and once docile slaves ran of in all directions  but I stayed behind with the old and spirit weary faithful who seemed dazed and listless.my mistres was the only white face among us.i still wore the faint imprint of the daily chains worn like bracelets .that spring day in the kitchen while preparing black coffee and biscuits the little left for mistress and me I felt eager white hands on my *******,than the cloth shirt hiding my nakedness was ripped away as pink hard manhood invaded my insides.the intense pain rocked all senses and tears flooded out like a dam unloosed.my screams bounced off each enclosed wall.yet no one came to make it stop.as he rode the waves of his personal pleasure my shut  off mind could see visions of running through creek beds and swimming through rivers with a knapsack with two linen shirts two pairs of pants one jacket one pair of shoes one pair of socks parting gifts from my mistress tied atop my wooly head and most of al being able to sing with a loud free voice a song yet sung.

Sorrow  is  my  soul's  kitchen  right now. Fixing up a bitter  lunch and because  I  don't look like what  I've been through, friends and family don't  even  have  a  hunch.  Know  that  there's  a  lesson  to be learned  in  all  of  this.  I would  like to cast away what is stripped and bare, because  these  tears  slowly  falling down  my  face, don't  even  care.  Wish that it was possible to send up a kite  of  hope, against  cloudy  skies  of  naked  despair. Sorrow just  brought  his  little  brother  trouble  in , Lord   please  pull  this  misery choke hold off of  me, cause  you're  the  only   one who really cares.

woke up this morning in the World that you created for me, with a grin.love and happiness are the moods that you keep me in.leaving your good loving I don't ever want to think about or even try,like  flowers pulled from native soil this old boy would die.need daily embraces and steady sweetness in my life to unfold ,plenty of love and hugs to warm me through when these nights are cold.i,m as happy as a bear in his favorite honey tree, now looking in the mirror I see a special me.your love is the wings of inspiration ,a platform to be free,a caring hand to hold on to ,and make a special me .in the courtroom of your love, I don't have to worry fret beg nor plead,knowing always that you desire to make a special me.

Woke  up  this  morning  in  the  World  that  you  created  for   me with  a grin, love  and  happiness  are  the  moods  that  you  keep    me.  in.  leaving  your  presence  is  something  there  is  no  desire for, don't  even  want  to  try, like  flowers  pulled  from  the  soil  inside  i  would   die  can't  stand  for  your  arms  not to  hold nor  your  sweetness  never to unfold, daily good  treatment  is  all  i see   right  now in  the mirror is  special  me. Love  is  pouring  down  on  my  spirit   like  fall  leaves  from  a  tree, your  friend  and  unfailing  lover  making  a  special me.   Your  love is  the real  thing  and  there is  no  need  to  worry  beg  or plead, knowing   inside  that   your  desire  makes  a special  me.

woke  up  this  morning  in  the  World  That  you  created  for  me  with    a   grin . Love  and  happiness  are  the  moods  that  you  keep me  in. Leaving  your  presence  don't  ever  want  to  think  about  or  even  try, like   flowers  pulled  from the  soil  inside  i  would die.can't  stand  for  your arms  not  to embrace  or  sweetnes  to unfold, daily  good  treatment  coming  is the  gift   see   right  now  in  the  mirror  looking  is a special  me.  love is  pouring  down  on  my  spirit  like  leaves  from  a fall  tree. you're  both  friend  and  unfailing  lover  making  a special  me. your  love  is  the  real  thing  and  there  is  no  need  to  worry  beg  or plead, knowing  inside  that   your   desire  makes  a  special me.

spread joy wherever you go give a helping hand or a smile to some one you don't even know,inside it  makes one feel as light as a feather inspire another to keep it all together ,someone sad or without hope maybe deep in despair is waiting its true,spread joy peple just don,t know what some earthly kindness will do spread joy

spread joy wherever you go give out a helping hand or even a smile to someone might not even know it makes one feel light as a feather, inspire another to keep it all together spread joy someone who is sad or even in deep despair is waiting its true, spread joy one just never knows knows what some human kindness can do

story as old, as yesterday's news, but forever true, hardly even friends, than someone's spirit yields, suddenly , just a slight change, a  large split in the distrust wall, that will fall, neither heart yet prepared to receive, strangers when we meet. ever guarded the emotions, yet the same,never  as before, and struggling past doubt for sure, as the sun of touch will rise in us,story as old as yesterday's news,yet not old as time,tune  sweet like song,bittersweet,yet new,finding out that doubt can vanish, slipping past the right or wrong,feelings certain as the stars, story as old as yesterday's news,like song,bittersweet, yet strangers when we meet

my love for you is stronger  than a mighty ARMY on horse back with  a thousand waving victory banners.much stronger than the sun daily kissing the revolving earth.stronger  than a mighty riptide.stronger than age old trees rooted deep.stronger than the sky  that hold the stars in place . stronger than a decade old marriage that has stood the test of time

my love for you is stronger  than a mighty ARMY on horse back with  a thousand waving victory banners.much stronger than the sun daily kissing the revolving earth.stronger  than a mighty riptide.stronger than age old trees rooted deep.stronger than the sky  that hold the stars in place . stronger than a decade old marriage that has stood the test of time

my love for you is stronger  than a mighty ARMY on horse back with  a thousand waving victory banners.much stronger than the sun daily kissing the revolving earth.stronger  than a mighty riptide.stronger than age old trees rooted deep.stronger than the sky  that hold the stars in place . stronger than a decade old marriage that has stood the test of time

my love for you is stronger than a mighty ARMY on horse back with a thousand waving victory banners.much stronger than the sun daily kissing the revolving earth. stronger than a mighty riptide. stronger than age old trees rooted deep. stronger than the sky that hold the stars in place . stronger  than a decade old marriage that has stood the test of time.

the blooming flower of summer has died not to be reborn until next year.soon the dark will slowly creep down from the sky like soft drifting snowflakes,farmers still tillt the silent land ever hoping  for rain to kiss their thirsty crops ,the field scarecrow keeps watch in order to chase away unwelcome flying birds of prey,smells  from the kitchen of bacon eggs biscuits fried ham okra home fries  grits black coffee tea assult the nose like early morning cold air  the sun rises slowly from its  golden covers  filling the earth as night steps off the stage exits left before taking its final bow

your lips of white,for a soft moment ,touched mine of black,than getting up to depart,sent a tender gase my way through the window,as this thoughtful heart amid the crowd,silently yearned for us to touch and hold,much longer again.

let us soar up high to different colored mountains you and I where birds create new songs to us to sing near the base of clear running springs we'll bid both tears and sorrows a happy goodbye take time to wander down flower scented pathways and if you're feeling beautiful like you look which is fine take  your shoes off love and stop filling up my mind after we've gone to life's end of the line we'll stand and wonder at the mountain of time than sail away on a sea of love blown by the soft winds of rhyme let me escort my love through unknown places where love is sweet and sublime take your shoes off honey and stop filling up my mind

Lofty ambitions are sometimes to high
For some people to reach, causing them to fall between the cracks
And into a spiral of defeat and failure
Trapped within their own miserable existence
Making the best of it
Tasting the bitter wine of defeat
In the cold sorid hours   of minutes reaching out
Putting death holds on strength reason . Living in depression's grim
Prison.Thinking you were wed to it from the womb
Until its loneliness , you cannot confide in  nor reason with

your love,filled my yesterday, and will surely satisfly ,all of my tomorrows.now,their's no desire,within for my mind, to reach back, into the past, for an old love that I could borrow.I wait in silent  time, to hear your key, quietly open,the lock,and a waiting ear, for words,that you might say, its like longing,deep down inside, for Christmas every single day. let me thank you, for each and every,moment, thank you,for today. Its true,that no knows for,sure, if love will last, or the dream,inside will,endure,but,we must risk,the chance,on a relationship, that might fade, and if, it was ,not meant to,be, than we go,our separate ways,with the memories,that we freed, but, I'll put all,of that, out of my mind, in order to say,our hearts might be, overcast, but let me, thank you for today

That first time I beheld your face, I felt that the entire world stood still, and the moon and stars and the stars,fell down from the sky, as my hand touched yours  that first time, that first time I felt  my lips softly touch yours, it seems I welcomed , a new romance, and the world as mine, was the gift you gave, with love to last inside, for all time,now that day,is long past, and memories still float ,inside my mind, i'll  have a warmth  everlasting, to keep me on , the coldest winter night, until its time to die, my eyes photographed, for always, that first time

Saturday night on the farm managed and operated by the animals.the penguin trio were singing and golden oldies fit the slow dancing mood with the paired bears cats hoot owls ground hogs leap frogs moved in slow rhythm as  the leaping lizards finished their set with slide trombone drums trompets when the mad hatter with new and white turned down brim slow dragged with alice in wonderland in Gucci boots the big bad wolf promised to be on his best behavior until 12:00pm before changing back.

Well he's mean and jealous because he knows the Lord is Divine,trying to steal my soul with the same old false and untrue lines. He knows the Lord is Royalty and one of these old days, in a kingdom mansion I'll reside.  My everything is focused on the Lord and by His commandments do I abide. The devil is no friend of mine, trying to steal my soul with the same false and untrue lines.The devil is no friend, the devil is no friend ,the devil is no friend of mine.

A fragment of memory floats in my head of a time when your arms welcomed me like sun, good news, safe harbor but that time is passed and love burned away like a two inch candle. turned away into dead sea there is no lighthouse lit on shore. pain now swallows me up , the flame of being put out blinded  tears silently serenade my eyes as I  try to look beyond these sad moments that have placed my happiness under arrest sun rises slowly but there is no consolation nor meaning to the new day dreams have no weight into the present ,but emptiness I feel my steps repeating the space I need to tread, choking on pity with open eyes belief is gone

The first time i loved forever was when i heard you whisper my name and i knew right then you loved me for my lonely days had changed. the greatest gift that was given was the treasure of yourself and i have no desire or longing to look beyond you, seeking out someone else. the first time i loved forever, was when you whispered my name and i knew right then you loved me and that i would never again be the same.

That first,or final kiss, beautiful memories,fly back into the mind,on gentle wings, shared by young, or old, a sweet treasure, it unfolds, the kiss, is a thrilling story told, never a copy, of a copy, the kiss, creates a sudden, change, of mind, and heart, brings new hope, birth, into, your life, the experience, should never, really be missed, the kiss

Your love for me is on vacation while my pain is still here and never went away just let me ask  what is the best hour to get your love and what day is good? can i ever gain  from the past  moments we  had, more than  loss has  taken? i guess  that  the love  we  had  just  stays on my mind

the measure of man is not the size of the shoe or belt size or how big the head its the size of  the heart  the welcoming hand the dream the plan the courage inside makes the measure of the man of course on a different level say ability to create and even annihilate you see there is no half-way for him

you are my heart walking outside in plain sight the sweet breath of lasting memory  I will remain your love shelter from the wind rain storm of life ever embracing presence of need when needed within I know beyond any doubt before me there never was after me there never will be again

you are my heart walking outside in plain sight,the  sweet breath  of lasting memory, I will remain  your love shelter, from the wind rain storm of life, ever embracing presence of need when needed, within I know beyond  any doubt, before me there never was, after me there will  never be again.

Your love has given my life a divine lift
Making us stronger together and determined to forsake each other never
My feelings are attuned to yours and I promise to love only you
As long as this life will last and intend to love you as the seasons come
And go.

I have bathed myself in the clear glittering waters of your love, and rested beneath the welcoming tree of your spirit.these hands have tenderly held your face  and looking deep within your eves, I,ve  read the silent speech written there. you,ve been the beacon light of hope,shinning across all my dark days, my city touchstone,with a love as warm as oven gingerbread.and when holding you in the midst of an evil land,i,ve held the promise of joy.

I  have bathed myself in the clear glittering waters of your love,and rested beaneath the welcoming tree of your spirit.These hands have tenderly held your face  and looking deep within your eyes, i've  read the silent speech written there. You've been the beacon light of hope, shinning across across all  my dark days, my city street oasis, my touchstone, with a love as warm as oven gingerbread. And when holding you in the midst of an evil land, i've held the promise of joy.

I see today's children in the world outside forming an unfamiliar sea of  confusion trappeb in beautiful ignorant bodies  driving recklessly into futures of nothing as desperate speech flows  wildly from youthful .Wisdom has not yet been learned ,but someday they may find themselves aware that dying starts early, and life  formany, too often starts late.

the darkness of hair eyes ,lips with red bloom with a heart both joyful and light,arms that bid me welcome from the day now past.candles glow softly on the dinner table,that waits our merriment,and comfortable sharing.tiredness smelts away in the stillness of greeting.i inhale your fresh perfumed essence,my soul now smiles in delight.

the cows are in the meadow eating red jello,the horses are dancing the fox trot fish in the pond are wearing dark shades for they go to cool school.the bees are selling their honey from a road side stand wacky things are now happening on the farm and nothing is going as planned.the farmer and his wife who worked hard most of his life tore it down and built a condo.the crows are well known for imported cigars wine cheese the other farmers in the valley formed a coop and sell natural spring  water.baby walter and me discovered our talent to sing and cut an album after winning the grand prise  on America 's got talent and momma and daddy ended up being so proud of me.

the sinner regrets ,he was unable to pray today, o lord. the sinner regrets, he was unable to pray today-he was sorry prayer was delayed' but yesterday in a lover's arms to long he stayed,o lord. the sinner regrets he was unable to pray today. when he realized  and found, that the love was gone,o lord, he went after the woman who led him astray, but he was shot by her husband along the way, o lord. the sinner regrets he was unable to pray today, o lord. when blood came rushing out of his side,tears of repentance filled his eyes, o lord.he passed away on a ***** city street, and was given only a moment to cry. looking up to Heaven he died, o lord. the sinner regrets, he was unable to pray today.

do you know the hour , when all things meet and opposites join in the light of discovery in the heat of yes and the cold of no? in the wind of rain and the desert of goodbye? in free will and the mountain won't? do you indeed know the hour it's now

I am a being of light,passing along city streets day or night,careing  my truth and conviction within, passing many who don't know me,as yet, but in due time ,they will

Cherylyn...In hose and high -heeled shoes...waits lipsticked on the threshold of womanhood...Awaiting the emergence of her hour.She is a bud that will burst to bloom . Somewhere inside a pulse is stirring of dreams yet to come of monied times love and laughter Home and family of coming days of nspringtime warmth with drowsy-buzzing bees...at picnic time  drifting on currents of summer air  All viewed in womanly promise.

the weight and height of sorrow wedded to grief, becomes often to much  alone to bear,yet these unwelcome guests follow us dressed in black,causing each to shut our eyes in pain,so that tears flow quietly down the face.locking all into the chamber of rememberance and regret.sometimes stealing the will to live or even survive.piles of memories are left behind like tasks undone, the day is past and gone, sunlight removed from the heart of time motion,one dares not think of beginning anew.

They'll never see her cry though he has gone away some think she'll rue the day ,that  love came her way. The invitations were sent near and far and the gifts have been returned no one will see how she grieves inside, as meories deeply burn.She believed in love so faithfully and was hurt so cruel.She's forsaken thoughts of a wedding  day  and thinks of dreams as the consoler of fools.She looks dazed  and sad ,some folks hear her sigh ,friends say she looks tired and should go away. But they'll     never see her cry as time passes from that day.

The State of Virginia birthed  me . Northern  cities  befriended  this life  from child to man , watched  over  as   i    married  and  missed   the war, fathered  many  children rode  the strong  stallion  of  hard  times in  places  where blues  played  brutal  riffs on my  unsaved soul  as sexmusic moaned  absently  from  juke  joints lights  blinked  multicolored  along  rubblish  filled  streets  like  chestnut, market. Many  one night  stand  party  music  cigarette filled  rooms  filled  in by  loneliness as the  city  blows  up  with  frantic  shadows  of  violence bullets  not caring  whose  name is  called  baby Death  plays no emotional games and  has  no favorite sons  or daughters.It  might  punch  your  ticket  at  any  moment, even  in  mid  smile. So  many   epitaphs  today, end up on t-shirts,to  remember. Love  and hold  on to me now , while there is  still  breath  in tthis  body and  the blood  runs life, despite  my imperfections cause Death has  such an ugly  shape.

TIME RUNNING AWAY FROM US  ON THE CLOCK OF THE UNIVERSE WILL NOT RETURN COMBINATION OF MINUTES AND SECONDS PASS INTO ETERNITY AS  WILL WE ALL OF MANKIND IS DISTRIBUTRIBUTED AN EQUAL MEASURE IF NOT USED PROPERY WHEN DEATH COMES TO HAVE THE FINAL SAY DON"T WHINE PLEAD OR CRY

what  language   or voice does the wind speak? when love softly comes our lives wait our senses   listen expectation tingles the flesh and we cannot hold that we love and had when the lightning flashes tossing bolts at eatthly gains we go chasing after  what we  are destined to lose out of step with the present  and scared by the future that could have our lives glowing with hope

Times like this
I wish your love was still around
Missing the sound of your voice
That was known so well
And when love spoke my name
Times  like this, miss holding you close to my heart
Wish we could recapture that long ago dream
Even though I know that it died
And was buried. So it seems
Missing you quite frankly, in times like this
Wishing that you were missing me
But you're not even around to hear me sob and cry

In a gym in Philadelphia, boys with street hungry eyes flick jabs at your moving brown frame in a circled ring of chance. Sweat hangs in the air like the sad truth of poverty, if they get pass you the smell of success is guaranteed. For the scared don't get rich. You made good, born the ******* of misfortune. Dreaming of riding past the old neighborhood in a custom Cadillac and meeting  beautiful long haired women with even white teeth. Maybe in your dreams, you saw boxing gloved foes falling by the score. But defeat and loss chased you down dead-end alleyways of lonely tears, and the walls of  your mind seemed about to collapse. As you ran under a sky of broken dreams and tossed  away chances with closed eyes afraid you were dying from large blows to the soul and body. A collection of years of being  poverty struck how many times have I seen you hanging over the ropes, eyes closed completely, wiped out like a voice lost in the rumbling of a subway train speeding past  tenements in Philadelphia.