Wishing that I could make these golden moments with you here last
Like a welcome dream I want our love always to last .But there's no
Guarantee for you nor me, the future is rushing toward us so fast
Will I awake and find you gone and have to live the rest of my life
All alone each lonely night preparing a dull and sad old man's dish
This is not what I wish

You do not heed my sighs of need to be paid the same in the work force
As you.Or the need not to ridden like a horse when the mood is not there
I know life is more than washing your drawers cleaning the ***** house
And raising a trio of crying snotty nose kids, even while these hands Scrub the dishes clean I see myself on a slow boat floating down the NILE
Of my dreams far from the crocodiles of bills boredom missed chances
Anxiety tight in my chest each morning that rage slaps me awake
In my mind I  fly on free wings past the temptations of those who Audition as possible lovers yet to be or new friends reaching out glad
Hands of hope  and sizzle. But than I turn on the light of reality when
Sweet baby arms hug my neck or hungry lips of random need ****
My warm ******* until the tide of desire picks me up and takes me Away quickly with a passion of want. And I remember the bountiful
Feasts of good times that we've shared and the many reasons that
We chose each other

Let purpose set the time for your day
And wind up the cares that would attack and defeat the life within
Dress and look successful even if it has not come as yet
Bath yourself in positive thoughts and flowing energy
Stand tall and never walk bent over with doubt or creeping fear
Believe that you are chosen to succeed where others have failed
And if anyone can do this its you. Live love  enjoy your life
Because its your time to go forth and win with daring and purpose
Forget the snide remarks and unkind words spoken in your face
And behind your back in tradewinds of dishonor and raindrops
Of disrespect walk on toward your goal carved out by purpose
Just ahead. After all, you've survived at this point almost everything
Haven't you!

Sometimes my loving you is like pushing against a stone, when my needs
Cry out , you want to be alone. Maybe it would be better if our love had
Another jumpstart, but I've been told to always go with your heart
When looking at relationships of those who seem to have it made
What you really see is no more than pretense on slow parade
I keep on giving out all the love I own, but my heart is slowly breaking
Because one just can't keep on pushing uphill against a stone

We're two men walking on the same street, and since I don't like you
Must come up with a plan to **** with a bullet or chokehold and say
That you tried to take away my police gun, after a few days the Grand Jury will decide that I committed no crime and I'm walking around free
While you're buried in the ground, my badge is untarshed
I'm trying to stay out of the headlines and not make a fuss
But everybody knows the truth of RICHARD PRYOR'S words when
He said that JUSTICE is JUST US

Twilight had fallen with multi-colored leaves drifting down to earth
As I waited for you to join me for our moonlight waltz under the pa pa Tree. I suddenly  noticed that it was the same place where we first fell
In love and the stars smiled down their blessing on the birth of our new
Love under the pa pa tree. So now I hold out my hand for yours for Another waltz in the twilight's breeze so soft  so free
Please dance just one more dance tonight
Under the pa pa tree

Secrets of my life silently written upon pages of a hidden book
And I wonder just what you'd really think if they were read in public
And let you steal a look.Things jotted down at the time with sadness Anger glee. If curious eyes could read and probe the thoughts and ideas
Only important to me. They would probably laugh or even smile or
Certainly not even agree. My diary might never be sold at auction for a
Very high bid. But as my hand crafted each and every line of expression
For that moment, they were all the true pictures this man had to give.
And if by some chance you read my diary, checking each and every
Created line, know within that my diary only served
As a true listening friend of mine