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The Desert Moon true story

I live in Tucson, in a trailer court on the South side
All Mexican, except for me the old Gringo
I speak Spanish, can get along with most anyone
With all the Mexican border drugs, things can get wild
I am getting old and taking things slow
Was sort of a paradise in the Arizona Sun

The owner has lights, security cameras, claims to be drug free
Even claims to be a heavy duty born again
Not like us old folks and sinner on the South
After a couple of years of watching, seemed counterfeit to me
Said by him last weekend, "This land is blessed, sin cannot get in"
He is one of those feller, born with a silver spoon in his mouth

There has been a murder conspiracy after me for years
By the Old Witch and the Mexican Mafia that continues
Severel months back I could feel a change in the atmosphere
It was the old witch had moved in, with her bucket of fears
Trying to scare me and make me sing the blues
Make me think that my end was near

But then last weekend I saw it all, a crystal ball view
The owner lives in California, was in town
Fell on hard times and the park is empty
Went to the witch and money people, "Anything that is what I will do"
But soon the Devil will let him down
Only to add to his up coming misery

He sold his soul to the Devil, just for a little gain
And maybe when it all comes down, will end this conspiracy
A long story made short, to the court I will report
Set me free, for him will be eternal pain
For a man that sold his soul, God can give no mercy
There are no troops in his fort

Tried to take my last dime, leave me down and out
But I knew that God would not let me fail
I can over come this evil pair
With God, the Devil cannot run me out
You see if have sort of left a "Paper Trail"
"Joe you have sold your soul, you don't even have a prayer"


Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2010


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Mother

Tears of joy flowed down the mother's eyes
When she held the emaciated baby in her arms
Looking more like a skeleton than an infant alive
Two frail pounds of flesh, God's alms

She saw a survivor in him, as he lived through the night
She fought alongside him, it was their fight
It was her smile he got, and some say her gait
It was her strength, that helped him punch above his weight

Ever mischievous, with lips ready to smile
But willing to work hard, and walk the extra mile
Mother watched with pride as he achieved small milestones in life
For a while she could forget all the troubles and strife

Her boy grew up to be a strapping lad
He gathered accolades and it made her glad
She saw his transformation from frail to strong
To see further successes, she did long

But her boy wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth
Despite trying his best, his career did go south
He fell by the wayside, though he tried to go ahead
His efforts to gain success, got him failure instead

But the mother still smiles hiding her tears
Her boy is her pride, and all that she fears
Is that he doesn't lose heart and hopes he strives harder
And gets all the happiness and blessings he can gather

The mother still prays though God didn't answer her prayers
She prays for her boy to be happy and never have tears
Though the whole world may see her boy as a loser
He will always be the one she loves, always a son to her


Copyright © Manoj Kumar | Year Posted 2015


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Siddharta Gautama Buddha

Siddharta Gautama Buddha
born with a silver spoon in his mouth, tired of reading sutra
awakened to the fact, fine clothes were uncomfortable, impairing 
sat under a tree, contemplating the spiral of existence while navel staring


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012


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His Boo

I’m a "soldiers" girl,
Not the "soldier" you probably think
My "soldier" is a street soldier so to speak
This life does not allow us to be weak

A soldier of his kind takes a strong soul and mind
A color and a  group of guys is what completes this bind
Whether he is fighting for everyone or just his own life
Its  still a battle….a war with pain and strife


In the streets only certain deeds will earn your stripes
But everyone only hears the good parts, all the hype
To look at him, you see someone mean and uncaring
To know him, you know every part of his life is daring


He can never just relax, have a good time and unwind
His “soldier life” never stops with all things happening  unkind
You hear about the parties and the unbreakable bonds of their brothers
But there is only room for them, no family and no others


He can never truly “get out” and leave that life behind
It takes a strong girl to be with him, a special kind
We deal with “the life” and the things that come with them
Every thing they go through, we also go through with them


Everyone judges my soldier for his wrong doings and life style
Maybe he had no choice to be like this all the while
Not born with a “silver spoon” in his mouth or a loving family
Maybe just maybe……a soldier he was always meant to be


I know that side of him no one else cares to or does
The love he shows me….couldn’t come from anywhere but above
To pass up a love as pure, intense and kind as his Im unable to do
So yes, I'm a soldiers girl......or as you would call it  "his boo"


Copyright © Fallen Angel : | Year Posted 2009