Humbly as I am
Heavenly Father
Let gratitude within settle in
Enrich appreciation to begin
Giving thanks
Life is about living
Among comes from your kingdom
Embrace all people far and wide across the nation and globe
Heavenly Father, you created us and made us in your image
Bring Peace and Comfort
Through struggles comes victory
Testimony the story
It is in your honor I pray
My prayer heading your way
It is on this day
Amen
The house was rushed to the ground, your tapping leaves it unshaken, your words caused it to tremble.
All the things you'd say, all the walls you'd paint, ruining its glory, leaving trembling bodies crawling.
How do you see it now? How do you see these houses stretched across the nation?
How do you feel now that the gods have granted you tools, or will you go bare?
Don't be fooled, some say they hold up well, until you feel the thunder strike and it'll all collapse, before the bugs crawl in and fix the debris, what's left of shards and bricks will be washed into the sea.
Battering wet cement, you lay it thick on the ground,
past soil to the core, no questions asked.
The land has been crowned for many things,
but never the sound of a roar.
You wait till its voice grows softer than sore.
These walls want to forget, but it's hard when the builders are the visitors and the debt grows worse each time the bills come due.
A sharpie--clutched in an iron fist.
Backed by barbed wire justice.
And noose-tight legislation.
Masked police… across the nation.
Surveillance towers.
And military powers.
Voices stifled.
Bayoneted rifles.
Distrust.
Fear.
Both--far and near.
A Republic—shattered.
Her people--battered.
Liberty--locked and chained.
A Constitution--so profaned.
Justice…locked neath bureaucratic bars.
Political corruption--leaving scars.
Across the land I once defended--
My heart is broken.
And unmended.
(“The Heart of It #2”, 2007, original oil)
When A Light Is Extinguished
(for Charlie)
Today a great light was extinguished
A great soul lost to his family, his friends
His nation, and humanity as a whole.
Shades of MLK Jr.’s assassination,
A shadow of hate swallowing up the light,
Spread out across the nation
Like the Sun eclipsed at noon.
In the dark we cry
Hearts broken open
By the senseless taking of a life brighter than most,
Reminding us what kindness and brightness
And generosity of spirit is truly like,
Bright and true
And in its essence deathless eternal.
Rest in peace young man,
Go in peace great soul.
(9/10/25)
Vibrations are hiding information,
Tune in to the right station,
And have no expectation,
To accept the full translation.
Your participation in creation,
Creates a unique vibration,
Rippling across the nation.
Reality in transformation,
Feel the invasion,
As love finds it's way in,
Raising the vibration,
Within the collective we play in.
Creating a state above manipulation,
A silent communication,
The Soul station.
It's holding the information,
Available to all of creation.
Thanx for the inspiration
A open mind has lots to find,
Love ya Soulsters
As night falls from above I ponder when
My thoughts do wonder far beyond the skies
Of life’s actions unjust to me and then
A mind that's gone across the nation flies
In thoughts that one can meet their very end
In time so fast as one can bat an eye
With much not done as one might well intend
As God alone can judge on throne up high
What's life without but love for we to have
An age where we must get and yet we take
To find a soul which thinks to only serve
An act so lost beneath the truth that's fake
I'll still give thanks to all everything that stays
With faith and hope I'll see the latter days
Old Gertie was a gentleman’s lady
If she deemed to do anything, it would be shady
We followed her career and were shocked to see
The kinds of things she would do here, there and beyond the sea.
She was a dance hall girl, and a pirate queen.
The bawdy songs she sang were seen as obscene.
She carried a pistol, a sword, and a leather whip.
She made some cringe after they had made the trip
To meet Old Gertie who had a furiously crazy reputation.
In the thirties she was completely notorious across the nation.
Some church ladies came to reform her from Kentucky.
They ended up screaming in fear as they ran home said Lee.
Lee was Old Gertie’s advisor, another dance hall girl to boot.
Their friendship was known by the town, every mean old coot.
If you crossed one, you had to take on the other as well.
Old Gertie and Lee helped more than one guy back to hell.
Can you hear what I'm hearing?
I hear a cry, loud and clear,
blowing across the nation from sea
to shining sea; from the lowlands
and valleys in the east to the
highlands and mountains of the west.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
From New York City to San Francisco,
Miss Liberty feels a threat. Her bell rings
out far less Bill of Rights. I hear cries
of agony dressed in fear and protest.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
Such a cry can only be sounded by those who.
have tasted the sweetness of freedom and would
rather die than live without its liberty.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
Such is not a cry encumbered with a thirst for
things material, but rather one from the soul,
bleeding red, white, and blue tears enough to
fill the nation's lakes, rivers, and reservoirs.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
Hear ye well, every social class, rich or poor,
educated, elites, or commoners. We do well to listen
to the soul's cry. Such a cry cannot be bought or sold,
will never go on vacation, be placated, or evaded.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
Ink, the black water,
The necessity for life
Purified by blotters
Contained in clouds in rife
Ink!
Yes, the purest of hydration!
...But what if conflagration
Attempts its dissipation,
Tossing burning embers
Like a pen with ink,
On seas across the nation
Well,
The ink evaporates
And flows into the air
Until it condensates
And pours upon the flares
So...
There is ink they will suppress
Hoping thoughts will evanescence
But writers can't quiesce
Hence:
The ink shall pour down nonetheless
Wistful yearning for an air of trustfulness
Zeus' libido was famed for its lustfulness.
Who saved thugs till all wits were withdrawn?
No farmer ever wiped dew off the lawn.
Nor is tyranny feared or known as grim.
It was a depressing one overall, and dim.
To his love-stricken spirit and melancholy.
He repents of the acts and admits his folly.
Spread the aroma of a worm-eaten shroud.
Unrolled, it breaks or oils shreds in a cloud.
Depression is feared across the nation.
I crave your love; this is my correlation.
Tell me I love you if my mood is gloomy.
I'll be distraught, yet carry that light to me.
With vile lying, you preyed on our feelings.
I'm not retaining them back—it's stealing.
Written: May 22, 2023
( Not For Any Contest)
Christmas time is close
You asked me how I knew
It's really very simple
There is a major clue
Annoying Christmas songs
Play across the nation
In every single shop
Repeating on rotation
I can't take any more snoopy
And the red baron in his aeroplane
Or grandma run over by a reindeer
Played over and over again
I don't want to deck the halls
With any amount of holly
Or mummy kissing santa claus
While I push the shopping trolley
I just want some peace and quiet
Whenever I leave the home
Next year I'll ask be asking santa
For noise cancelling headphones
The CDC makes recommendations
Adhered to by schools across the nation
An added blessing of kids in home school
Not being subjected to these damned fools
From afternoon siesta nap
with clear focus of mind
in holey torn vest a barefoot child leapt -
out bed and door and gate
a pool in St Anns to find,
and followed the circle road
from whence he slept
O’ fateful happy trail led
to one Oswald Berkley,
whose infant charge took under his wing.
An angel of The Lord
sent to guide me
on my rendezvous with fate
in the park wandering
“Come child, I’ll take you
where you wanna go”
said the Mirror Man at the radio station,
and to air lest not my
whereabouts to know
did broadcast my daring tale
all across the nation
He drove and I pointed
and dried my crying tears
‘round the Savannah in a stranger’s keep,
who took my ragged picture
and took away my fears -
unto me a shepherd and I
unto he a lost sheep!
Written: November 2008
A body of chipped paint and red rust,
A weathered windshield under the dust
Steering wheel aims in one last turn,
Dashboard suffers from many a sunburn
Her cracked mirrors are still adjusted,
Her upholstery is worn out and busted
Seats tilted since the last time driven,
Still positioned in an adjustment given
Smashed headlights and dull chrome,
Flat tires sunken into her final home
Once a brand new beauty, now, junk,
Only memories fill the empty trunk
The road trips taken across the nation,
Radio's still tuned to a favorite station
She's over the hill and forced to stay,
As yesterday's joyride eases into decay.
Verse 1
If you’re going to San Francisco
be sure to let the junkies puke in your hair
If you’re going to San Francisco
you’re gonna meet some homeless people there
Verse 2
For those who come to San Francisco
you’ll see a violent carjackin’ there
In the streets of San Francisco
you’ll see liberal criminals everywhere
Bridge
All across the nation such a strange violation
people in commotion
There’s a whole generation with a new indoctrination
people in commotion, people in commotion
Verse 3
For those who come to San Francisco
be sure to fear some perp pullin’ your hair
If you come to San Francisco
there will be a smash and grab there
Outro
If you come to San Francisco
you might wanna say a prayer
Written: June 2024
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