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He wasted his whole life away,
tryin’ to make that gumbo pay,
sweatin’ neath a burning Missouri sun.
I heard him tell me every day,
son if you just work hard and pray,
then those good times is surely gonna come.
With the passing of all those years,
after all the blood, sweat and tears,
he would still get down on his knees and pray.
Thank you, Lord, for all that you give,
and for allowing me to live,
to enjoy that sunrise just one more day.
Chorus:
No matter how many times you’ve had to cry,
No matter how many years have passed you by,
The time from birth to grave goes way to fast.
No matter how many times you beg or pray,
No matter how many times you ask to stay,
You know life is a thing that just won’t last.
I walked with him through thick and thin.
never once thought of giving in,
even after that day my grandpa died.
He told me, son after I’m gone,
you and your sons will still live on,
and in their fond memories, so will I.
And just before he passed away,
was one last thing he had to say,
he looked at me with his eyes full of pride.
I’d live this life over again,
even knowing how it will end,
I can tell you son, it was worth the ride.
Repeat Chorus:
But I can tell you son, it was worth the ride.
It aches
Insanity – it is rich with light,
Ever lusher with shadows,
Dimly faded feelings, whispers
Welcoming the wars that come
To those who listen… it’s voice…
I know crazy
Crazy – it is like the wind,
Forever moving, never giving in
To sleep or silence,
Always flooded with sound,
Sound for those who listen…
It paints the heart in black memories,
Erasing the colors, the hues
Vibrant and rhythmic like a melody,
Sumptuous promises, poured out over,
The rising sun, as dewdrops tremble
On laughing petals, as the night fades
Into dawn…
I know crazy
It comes in many forms!
Crazy is the way a child loves a mother,
Who is always leaving, never loving, only going,
Never looking back…
Crazy is the way a silence forms inside the heart
Who knows the meaning of a panic,
That quietly floods the distance between faith and fear.
Crazy is the way the stars keep dancing,
Never silent despite the ghostlike darkness,
Who startles every dream…
Crazy is the way the ache inside never quiets,
The desperate yearning for a lover,
Who refuses love…
Crazy is the way a heart will break,
Even though its pulse is strong… its love is not wrong,
But the feeling has gone….
I know crazy, but I tone it down with the other thing I know.
And, I know it better than I know crazy…
God is great and God is steady.
He never allows my crazy to win over the hope,
Hope for everlasting peace,
Hope for eternal grace,
Hope for always – love that finds a way,
Even though crazy tries to wash the joy away,
Even though crazy tries to silence the amazement of this ordinary faith!
I know crazy… but I know even better,
The answer, the grace, the prayers for His embrace!
[5]He sits in a corner
Like a stranger in wander.
He knew it wasn't worth it
Yet asunder became winner,
Now he is a lone ranger
For giving in to the
Home breaker.
Anger, slander, character,
Causing matrimonial
Disaster.
[10]He carried his lunchbox
In order to catch up with
The school bus...,
Pale, pathetic, not to
Miss daddy's absence
Is a paradox,
For he could not understand
Why things are thus.
All he knew is daddy's
Painful absence.
[15]All day long his image crept in,
She tried to let it go but
It remained within.
Her bed seemed bigger
And the time looked slower,
Love missing in action,
For anger, slander, character, causing
Matrimonial disaster.
[20]Silhouette of a broken home,
Love turned sour...
If you think is to garbage
And retire, then you're
A lair and a romantic slacker
For letting the innocent
Child suffer...
Like the autumn weaves warmth
With hope and grace,
Inspirations in temptations of laughing scarlet,
Blazing tangerine and glorious gold,
Soothing away the darkness as beautiful
Casts its shadow over my spirit,
A dream reflecting peace that rouses me to remember
Where there was a choice, reserved for joy,
Light was the sustaining power –
Arriving in my unwritten absence,
When bold flames of passionate bronze
Faded into the summer and reminded me why,
Why I was like the dwindling moon, sliding beneath
Stardust dreams, coloring the night
In ebony history – grimly waning ways,
Soothing away the fog of yesterday and creating
Intimacy in the bonds of laughter and compassion,
The seclusion so liberating, smiling into the moments,
Erasing the black and putting away the smallest tasks
Excusing melancholy and blaming dusk
For its exasperating way of giving in to doubt,
Listening to the enchantress, lunation
Who boldly praises the nocturnal memories,
Roaring and seeking temptations,
So wise and wonderful they cling to the flesh,
Like sweat shimmering and sliding,
Sticking to the moments in an abiding grace –
Is memory so brave as the reflection it gave,
The intimacy between two echoes,
Night and day, yesterday, the past – weaved
Into the present moment, erasing the wistful wish
Who dreams light yet focuses on the night
And remembers only to agree with autumn’s brave kindness,
The memory like a taunting of two thoughts,
One of love and one of sorrow, each with their own fears
Their very own tears and so many trusted years
When everywhere there was light
Poured out on endless stirrings of what it is
To give in to the past and its spirit,
The blessings rising like a mist across the mountains,
The moments when life fades in sterling sands
Visions of kindness when life is truth
And life binds the days with praise,
An aching praise who restores and renews,
Invites the beautiful to breathe
And the sadness to grieve…
This is the past and it’s healing will give hope
To the ones who remember
A clinging ache, meant to break…
Yes, there is victory in the faith who believes
God wins – in the end, GOD WINS!
Losing it... things don't mean .
Can't just make it fit.
Take a knife and make a slit... no... won't do it.
Time to get lit.
Trust it. Don't know yet.
it. Not literally, ...
don't know yet...
gotta stand my ground, unstable,
it's gone, can't be found,
my mind isn't able, not alone...
A storms coming, clouds inbound,
find the cable, tie down, no sound...
take a number, sit down,
it's too late, too soon?
The alarms went off but clouds were already circling... this storm turned into a hurricane
don't want to feel anything ...
get rid of it all just to numb the pain,
Can't fix my heart or my brain..
too late, already ingrained.
Make me feel insane
scream it silently
it's all in vain...
time to let go
and let the others take control before i fumble...
sitting backseat watching the waters rise and buildings crumble...
the game plan was botched who dropped the ball?
I'm giving in before I fall.
I'm becoming locked inside my head but maybe it's for the best...
let the others take a turn while I try to get some rest.
Can they tell it's not me?
I guess we will see... set them free...
so mote it be.
Fibromyalgia pain, unbearable at times
Is only good for turning in to rhymes
Bending is a problem with pain throughout
Regular twitches and spasms of doubt
Obnoxious frenemy causing woe
Morning stiffness from head to toe
Yawning constant every day
Aggressive and hard to keep at bay
Ligaments, tendons, muscles all sore
Gastro tracts feeling poor
Insomnia making for sleepless nights
Anxiety, depression, memory fights
Swollen glands, shooting pain
Temperature swings, damn migraine
Ribs hurt, back aches, itchy skin
Out of order, BUT not giving in
Nerves all frazzled, Fibro is rough
Gives us hell, BUT we are Tough.
How they haunt my days and nights,
In my sleep they watch me…
In my days they follow me…
In quiet times I see them,
And I can feel her love surrounding me still.
I look at them and see the myriad emotions
Of a life spent together.
A love lived to its fullest.
A longing that is forever.
Of lost tomorrows that will never be.
Emerald pools of passion’s fire.
Loving life…
Loving me…
Loving our dreams of tomorrow…
Visions of a future that will never be.
Jade ice in the hard times of life.
Meeting trials,
Facing hard times,
Never giving in;
A strength to see us through together.
The love I saw through our life together,
I see even now.
No matter where life takes me,
I know she’s still watching,
Her eyes of love will watch over me forever.
So, you wanted to create a villain and a villain is what you’ll get
I’ll give you a potent dose of your own medicine
And happily, watch you choke it down with regret
Once again, I’m giving in to whatever your heart desires
The only difference is that this time I am digging deeper than you are aware
I’m simply dousing your cruel intentions and using them to ignite my own fire
How does it feel to beg made to think you are wasted space?
To be made to feel you are just a simple little play toy
How does it feel to become something that is so easy for me to replace?
You’ve created this demon so you have no room to play dumb
If you’re feeling sorry for yourself please remember the terrible acts you’ve committed
Please look back and realize that every step you took helped to lead to what I’ve become
You wanted to create a villain so a villain is what you’ll get
I’ll watch you drown in your own mistakes
I’ll make sure this soul you’ve destroyed is the one you’ll never forget
Robin Hood,
Has clearly changed with the times
Giving in to the rich
As they steal the poor blind
Doesn't much care
How today's money is spent
With his dead end job
At the government
Robin Hood,
Works like a slave
With hours of overtime
On most holiday's
Spends after hours at the bar
With his merry men
Telling tall tales
Tossing back Tonic and Gin
Robin Hood.
Then goes home to his wife
Dreaming of better days
Of a better life
When he stole all he saw
Out smarting the law
Instead of tied down
To the ball and chain of his job
Robin Hood,
Figures he'll never retire
Like all the rest of this world
He'll one day just expire
She was young, just 17
He was 21, just a little older
They were in love, like a dream
Together they learned about marriage and things
Like riding horses and motorcycles and paying bills
Together they filled up every hour
With special ideas of hopes, wishes and desires
They spent days at the beach, playing in the water
Moments in the woods, camping and talking
They shared a lifetime in those years, 23 in all
And found they could never have kids
Her one great desire
Arguments came and went
Sometimes they loved and other times hated
Splitting up for days only to return with a sparkle of hope
For the making up that would be like a passionate love affair
There lives were so entwined that they truly were one
When they stared into each other’s eyes
And what she didn’t know
Would that really hurt her anyhow?
Finally, the time came to pass
When the breaking up would last
A quick divorce would do – no sorrows, only the truth
Together, they didn’t linger on long good-byes
Only shed a few tears and called a few times
With no words, but only the mournful shreds
Of evidence of the pain that would never quite leave
Tears that tore at the souls…
Of those two who had spent so many years
Loving and living together in a dream world.
After some time had past and she had one too many drinks
She called him up to say hello
He answered with a worried tone
Quickly got to the point of his angst
He had a girlfriend and “She’s pregnant”
Having that baby that she never could have
And finally, the end was a beginning for him
For her, it was a little worse,
Yet, in time… she learned to like herself more
And became the friend she lost somehow
When she lost the man she loved for all those years
Through all those tears and fears
Through a lifetime of giving in to a love
That will forever live!