im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
Will I turn back? No, why?
Cuz this is my path, in life.
Will i stop, and wait for death?
Or will I live life, Breath by breath?
I choose to live day to day, with this life,
Cuz death can take us at any time.
Why not make the best of what we have now?
I REFUSE to keep my head hanging down.
I will try to live life to the best of my ability,
With peace, love, and tranquility.
i choose to be and think positively,
If I dont, I'll be self demolishing.
I chose the path I walk, Whether it be with someone or alone,
I'm pleased with myself and maybe a place to call home...
I will mature even wiser than before
Don't be jealous because YOUR decisions were poor.
Happier more than I ever was, now uncovered,
A life out there, WORTH being discovered?!?!?!?!?
Will I turn back? No, Why?
Cuz this is my path, in LIFE.
Many nights though have passed before you came to my world
Now your presence means a million to me
Over and over your song will remain sonorous in my ears
Peace be upon you my umbrella
I know you’re all ears while I coo
Hope is lost.
I have lost my way.
Just wanting to find my way home.
Kept thinking I knew the way,
Little did I know.....
Life is Harsh, Life is good
Only the few of the proud
Those men that stand for a great nation
Their life at the stake
So rough and sharp
Every day is another challenge
For them and for all
Freedom we all hope
But sometimes feel lost
Never give up that spark
Hope don’t give it up for a price
And when I see these great men and woman
Risk their life for a single child lost
With guns all around and wars of hate
I feel blessed as my country truly stands brave
A child is a gift of new life and hope
As I see the children in their arms saved at last
Only then will I ever know true courage
This is a path we should always cherish and follow
When the flame burns out nothing is left but stay strong
So please don’t shed a tear I am right here
By your side always and forever
Our country stands not alone, but as one
Heart filled with love
Poem for Treasures of Your soul contest
I did not expect to take another Mother's child
but I did it with concern and a smile
I did not expect to see hurt, neglect, and rebellion
but I did it with love, guidance and nurturing
I did not expect to worry about room or space
but I took them all and taught them togetherness and grace
I did not expect the long hours of time and care
but I did it with little rest and slept away my tears
This is not a Cinderella story for that is make believe
This is the story that came from the heart and love of a step-mother
I now call Mom.
T Reams for my wonderful Step-Mother Mary
When the yellow sun reflects rosy hue on the east,
It will find me awake and waiting,
For I must go home this time!
All I require is an eighty-passenger engine to roar me through,
And when I feel engulfed in the ever whirling dust,
I will know I have arrived!
When I hear the howling wind,
The shouting of cunning jackals in the veldt,
Women’s lullaby that shatters the silence of the field,
The chanting of the cuckoo birds in the field,
The sight of sheep as they descend steep slopes,
I will know I have arrived.
When I hear the cracking of a whip in October,
The bellowing of bulls as they hoof out dust,
The roaring of tractors, the boom of thunder,
The barking of dogs, the snow that powders me white,
And the sight of an eagle that takes a flight,
I will know I have arrived.
The sight of our yellow bricks house,
The lowly mowed green, green grass of home,
The big, big strawberry tree I used to play under,
The smell of the slowly home brewed beer
In the over brimming tall glasses,
Tell me that I have arrived.
Across the river bridge, down—down the dusty road,
Under the twilight, water mirrors a shaky sky,
All has changed since I left home long time ago,
There runs my sweet Mary and children,
And to meet me is my pappa and mamma,
Slowly moving in walking canes,
And I am glad to be home again!
Life is a promising happening,
fulfillments are at our doors,
nothing come along beside yours,
yours are yours,
who has come to this world without
Dear Girl, mummy hates you not,
she spoke right for you, alright
she held you close, by heart
she dream for you a better you in a
lovely home with a brighter clue.
I wonder why you wander around
thinking solace is hidden
behind mummy's home,
and you went out home for days.
Dear Girl, life isnt so
as you thinking
come back home, we await your
The sound of silence carries me to another place.
The cascading droplets of water begging me to remember, the soft sand molding to my feet asking me to feel it again, the taste of salt water waiting for me to remember another lifetime, the hot tips of the sun ray unfurling and deliciously heating my skin wanting me to recall when we met last.
So long ago I called this place home.
I frolicked in the sand and ran to meet the crashing waves. Although I was born in the dead of winter, I was raised in the light of the shinning sun and the depths of the shimmering sea. The beach is what I call home, where my nostalgia is a beautiful sort of feeling and the tang of salt water brings the comforting lull of home back to me.
The crashing waves gently whisper my name.
They speak of promises and secrets untold, yet to be discovered beneath their indescribable surface. Running my fingers over the rough exterior of a clam shell I recall first discovering the beauty they hide away inside. Since that moment the ocean entices me and calls my name from miles and miles away.
Now I stand on rock towering above it all.
The waves crashing against the cliff trying to reach me, the send peeking out as the water recedes, all calling out to me “home.” And then slowly, freely, I fall. Diving into the depths of the sea, returning home.
A letter to my mom if she could read it.
I am sorry for the times I would not listen to you and would talk back.
I loved all the times we spent together. We had so much fun together you were a great mom and you were my best friend. Some days I ask god why he let you get so sick but I realize its not gods fault that you’re sick it’s just life and some times bad things happen. Know one knows why it happened but it happened for a reason. Things happen and know one knows why it does we just have to deal with it. I miss you mom a lot some times I cry at night because I miss you so much. I just wish you could come home. It hurts to see you so sick I wish it could all go away. Hope one day you come home I all ways try to go see you at the hospital at least twice a week. Mom I am really sorry how I wouldn’t listen and I talked back. I wish we could turn back time and you wouldn’t be sick. I cry just by writing this letter to you. I just can’t believe you might not be able to ever come home. You won’t be able to see me go to prom or get married if I ever do. Mom I just want you home but that won’t happen you’re to sick and I hope a miracle happens and you get better and come home. Some days I feel like I cant make it through the day but I just remember your spirit and love will all ways be with me every day and you’re always in my heart. I all ways cry when I think about you. When you were sick I dyed my hair purple, blue, hot pink, red, and aqua. People still make fun of me and say I am weird but it’s ok. There is so much things I want to say but I don’t know how to just know I am sorry for how I treated you. I MISS YOU MOM AND LOVE YOU!!
When the lights go out
An the curtains close
Everyone goes home what do you do
Do you stay behind to study your lines
And make a fool
Out of the people that never believed in you
Do you go home to talk on the phone
Or play games to entertain
Yourself for the time being
Doing activities that are useless
Should you train for your upcoming games
So you can do your best
To play in the big league Because that's what you've dreamed
Since you were a little kid
Or decide to follow in the footsteps of your family members
That never achieved anything
To help but in the family history
But through everything you've been through
Good or bad
Either way you learn from your mistakes
Once you know good from bad
You should always think before you act
the things i do
the things i think
i just wish you could come home
i miss you so much
i wish you were here
why did this happen to you
mom i just wish you could come home
i hope you wont die
i just want to go back in time and be a little girl again to just be in your arms again
MOM i miss you
i hope one day you will be home again
but that wont happen
Long Time Ago...
There was a moment I saw the music in the leaves
Winter turned in to lights among the Christmas trees
Looking up and down the street
I smelled the musty screen looking out my window
alone among the changes that left me in a breeze
I looked at all the lights and knew every thing would change
some how I understood nothing would be the same
Illuminating all the ruff hopes of the living adults
Because poor as poor as we could be
Yet I saw on Christmas Day
Adult eyes tears of Debt they would see
A cry of laughter on what Santa gave
Radio Flyer to the kids delight.
Tommy got a pennie tonight
Mary rocked her doll all night
and I slept with my new
kitten all night.
I Now understand
Lofty notions ruffled amongst the rustics,
reaching amongst the less broody of the brunch.
As the cities held the wealth of the dreams, the men clambered upon the star lights and the moon beams.
Grasping in vain of the growls of their plump old wives, they moved and found solitude in sorrow amongst the grey curling mass of a myriad of broken lives.
They grazed amongst the smut of the shadows and sank beneath the cracks.
By a city they had been betrayed.
Nothing now but skies of greys of the sodden slaves sleeping on sadness and sorrow.
Some days im happy
Some days im sad
Some days i think i want to die
Some days i cry
Some days i ask why
Why is my mom sick wht cant
she come home and be the
same old person
I jst want her home
Why cant things be normal
Why cant i be a normal teen
Why did i have to become a
mom to my little brother and
Its hard being a parent its hard
work and takes alot of time to
get use to it
Counting stars I was lying on the roof.
Daddy forced me to sleep
Even Mummy wanted me to rest.
Felt their hands woven together
Wrapped all stars in skysheet in diagonal knot.
Give me a drink for I have a
prayer to say
A hard native brew for a strong
supplication to Mawu.
I shall call Okplejen the mighty
God who bears the earth and
Then I will call Klotia and call
The tree that bore the fruit
from which seed this shoot
Ododoben full to empty
Warrior's linguist listen, hear
for your lord
Agoooo eii!! Agooo!
Kantankani boafo, King-bi King
Amlalobi Amlalo Ataa-Naa
Nyornmor I call on you
Keep not your ears away from
For tomorrow has come home
A palanquin on a hill bears the
Kunim sits on a lofty valley
view at Neehu
Awaiting the glorious royal
descend to familiar cacophony.
The drag is long on the crag.
Hewaletse,I pray strength to
the often weary tendons of the
To body and soul, nourishment
O Yehowa, summon thy guards
to the palanquin's safety.
By fire at night, by clouds in
Break the limbs of treacherous
men who ride on the veil of
darkness to commit evil
Blind the evil-envious eyes of
the wicked and dumb the
Surely the stranger-native must
come home safely and in glory.
Tswa ni omanye aba!
THE LONELINESS OF WAR
I know I’m still here so far, far away,
As I fight for what I believe is right.
I wonder about you and your mom,
Every moment of every day and night.
The loneliness of war can drive you insane,
If you don’t get letters of concern from home.
Left, right, behind and ahead,
Death awaits leaving love ones alone.
We pray to God that we will be saved
To return home or live the here after.
Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see everyday,
As we yearn for those times of laughter.
The far off stare of a fallen comrade,
As you stay by his side till his end.
No mother ever carried her infant child,
More carefully, than we do a friend.
Many have their own personal diaries,
To help keep their faculties together.
Watching hot steel crash into human flesh,
Always makes home seem far away and better.
I’ve become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving,
So try not to worry too much about me.
Just help your mom and stand up from the ground,
And while I’m gone be all you can be.
By Tom Zart
In God we Trust, they builded a house on a Foundation
a house without a foundation goes down during hard
times in the War or Storm, as the eagle won't ever
die the house isn't going off the foundation, its build
for bipartsin, and that were God comes in for Bipartsin
a house divide, to divide and then conquer its our
policy pork barrel Regan would say its Pork Barrel
a house divide can Conquer, on the Mountain Stop
were GAINTS stand and the white snow on the mountain tops
home sweet, home were the green green trees
our on the snow cover Mountains and Blessed
is our home of Victory sweet sweet home of
Victory, were the fire is always lite, and Our
Father is always home for the cold cold icly
World and Wars and we have know were to go go
home on the Mountain Stops in God we
Trust. May 17 2007 the War Iraq
away from home away from home
cold and hungry and all alone
I'm five hundred miles away from home
i got my bag on my back and ill get started back
going down the rail road tracks with bag on my back
I'm five hundred miles from home
away from home away from home
cold and hungry and all alone
I'm five hundred miles away from home
if the train comes right ill be home tomorrow night
I'm five hundred miles away from home.
I started my career
As a person that removed wax from ears
It was down in the Texas Panhandle
I would use the wax to make candles
But then no one wanted their ears cleaned
The work was Far and few in between
It will be time to relocate in June to Mount Pleasant
Maybe because they call me Busta Pheasant
June came and went and I am still here
Oops just spilled some coffee on my clothes, time for some all Tempa Cheer
The ladies call my gangsta name stupid
Me and you will be together, I'm just waiting on Cupid
My real name is Harry Bikiniline
Now you know why I am a prime example of out of sight, out of mind
I want to thank my parents for the wonderful present
For my stupid name forcing me to become aka Busta Pheasant
The guys laugh they don't me as a serious threat to their girls
I tell them I bet you wouldn't survive in my world
My life is based on performance excellence
You're just jealous because you can't be called Busta Pheasant
Go ahead and contact 5-2-9 and Puddin' to ride in your Pacer on four doughnuts
wearing your wife beater shirt
I will be stabilized at my home like the Enterprise with Captain Kirk
My Mom and Dad ask me when I am moving out
I tell them as soon as I build some clout
So they kick me out, I am renting a portion of the back yard and living in a tent
I have sign up that reads home of Busta Pheasant
We leave on vacation to see the Grand Canyon
I ask my son when is the last time ha changed his socks, his feet smell like
My wife laughs and says that isn't his feet, it's his breath
I tell her no more equate toothpaste, we're switching to Crest
My wife says in a panicky voice, I forgot my social life line
I tell her to calm down, everything will be fine
She says, turn around and head toward home with the speed of a Russian Mig
We can't take this trip, I can't be without my wig
One hour and two tickets later we finally arrive back home
Now she has her wig in hand and her voice has a nice, calm tone
She says what are we waiting for, let's be on our way
It's only 9:30am, it's already been a long, long day
Now we are back to the area where we had to turn around
I remember that singles club called Lost and Found
As evening settles in, we stop by an eatery called The Autumn Twig
She says please bear with me as I put on my wig
My son and I sit in the car quietly, as we are close to death from a lack of food
My wife tells us let's enjoy our vacation, you two need to adjust your attitudes
We sit in the car and watch as people come out of this greasy spoon diner
I keep reading their slogan, If you're lookin' for rib stickin' food ain't none finer
I keep having these visions of me at the table, eating so much, my wife and son
call me a pig
Finally she is done fixing her wig
I watch in horror as the Diner's lights go off
My dream is gone, no pig, no trough
She says in disgust, that's just great, where can we get a bite to eat now
I tell her about a barbecue joint five up the road called Four Sides of a Cow
She says okay, but I could not belive what she just did
She smiles and says I told you everything will be okay, as she removes her wig
We arrive outside the place rated as some of the best barbecue around
She throws her wig on the dash and laughs like a circus clown
She says my hunger has taken over, I believe she's flipped her lid
She says let's go on inside, these people don't know me, they have never seen
me without my wig
My home Uganda,
the land for me,
where my heart is at rest,
day and night.
The vegetation is green,
the climate is good,
sunshine and rain,
makes it great the pearl of Africa.
The fertility of the soil,
the beauty of the place,
unity and peace,
makes it nice the honey of Africa.
My home is the best,
the land for me
Here i am; alive and free,
the golden of Africa.
Girl let me take off your shoes and rub you feet and legs they so smooth,It's ok to
cry I'll be gentile. I want it to be special, just let it go, let me how you how much I
miss you. I know what you been through , I know I been a fool but you man is
cool ,you my type I know what like.You want me to make love,afterwords
hug&kisses you my misses, let me hold you around the waist and let de go
down to have a taste and look you in your face,cause at nite I want to fite god take
me home to my wife.When I with you I feel good I don't feel hood, I'm a gentil man
let me hold your hand and love you the best way I can.You more then a friend you
down to the end. When I first saw your eyes I been hypnotized , while in your mind
you say I'm a dime. You my queen let me fulfill your fanasty and your dreams,
relax close your eyes open your mind and let me know you feel inside. Tolste you
can't hide it let the temperture rise, I know you in heat i'm your soul to keep. I let
you know when I'm complete I love you to death to part, I have a special place for
you in my heart, I'll be your bodygaered while I take you to heaven and stars keep
eveything to yourself . Catch a breath slowly inhale and exhale until you holla
damn, you is a hundred miles away in a zone just imagine we home alone with
no lites on. We having romance crazy sex candles lit with soft music in the
livingroom, let me know when you let it go soon then I tell you this is a blessing
and a new lesson. To ease your stresses give you love and passion i can make
it everlasting, I will squeeze you , please you not tease you I'll make you feel free.
Let me know if you feel me
For my wife Vanessa Woodberry I Love You Baby