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I'm gonna get going Friday morning
I'd like to stay but it's best I'm going
Things don't feel like they should be
So I'll hit the road and just be free
You're the prettiest girl there's ever been
Your eyes light up with love from within
You put joy in the hearts of your every fan
Your babies, your mama, and this old man
You found me, sweet angel, and you let me in
I didn't know you wanted more than a friend
Well I've been trying to be all I can
But in the end am I your man?
(In the end am I your man?)
Yeah, I'm gonna get going Friday morning
You know I want to stay but I better get going
Things don't feel like I want 'em to be
At least I can travel and just be free
Forever I've been looking for someone to hold
With big warm eyes and a heart of gold
Your eyes are the prettiest place to be
I want to believe they were meant for me
Through your emerald gaze I feel seen
Makes me believe God's not so mean
Yeah... been here once, but it's different this time
It feels as if you've always been mine
So I'm gonna get going Friday morning
I'd love to stay but I'd better get going
Things don't feel like they ought to be
You know I never wanted to be this free
(No, I never wanted to be so free)
You're just like fireweed you know
You are the very first thing to grow
After my heart got burned to the ground
And I wasn't look'n, but I feel found
Found by the prettiest pinkest flower
And that in my most needy hour
Yeah... I know you feel so safe with me
But, love... am I everything you need
(I want to be everything you need)
And, yeah, I'm outta here Friday morning
Too hard to stay; I'm gonna get going
But running from what I feel to be free
Just isn't how it ought to be
(No it isn't how love ought to be)
Look at my fireweed in her fullest bloom
Like the salmon I am running home to you
Against the stream against all time
To be your lover before I die
From the river's mouth I run
And I'm running to, not running from
With all my best, I've yet to live
This is the love I have to give
(All the love I want to give)
And I'll be gone on Friday morning
I think I know just where I'm going
I'll follow where the big dipper leads
And I'll find you there, my fireweed
Coming for you, my fireweed
(I'll soon be themy fireweed.)
The rat tiptoed to the house, picks up a thread
While the soft spoken black cat is, still, in bed
Sleepy, but, she is to battle it, to win, for today
To gain her breath, in solitude, for another day
At first, she will fetch water, from a sacred well
Passing through the silent field of fears, of hell
While the sympathetic morning moon watches
And giving her consoles, with uplifting touches
Of hopes, to warm her shaken, but noble heart
From the cold of early morn, that torn her apart
Before the fading moon could bid her goodbye
Her tiny feet has swollen red, like a chicken fry
The rat sadly waves her bye to the fading moon
She kisses gladly the first crow, with her broom
To sweep the scattered butts, of Marlboro Light
Before favored kitten come, and give her a fight
She uses her magic matches to light the sticks
Delicately set at the center of a three big bricks
Eggs and bacon, with riz Cantonese to prepare
The boiling silvery pot, patiently, waits her care
While the family feasts, the rat runs to the room
To fix the beds’ pleats, and then, she will zoom
To clean the ruin of wars, on the two slab tables
Before, she finds herself drown, in little bubbles
Her paled skin got burned, from the blazing sun
While the soft spoken black cat enjoying the fun
Of watching, the afternoon entertainments show
That the rat never sees, for she has list to follow
But, before the day ends, the poor rat was bitten
By the soft spoken black cat, left.....right up to ten
That made her soul cries, under the mango tree
Hides her tears, in the dark, no one will ever see
Only when the soft spoken black cat’s gone away
Thus, the rat feels happy, for she has time to play
In a world, where no creatures exist, but, just her
She now lives in illusion, in her own, fake laughter
The rat has beaten many times the first cockcrow
For the soft spoken black cat, not to live in sorrow
Till she left her, nothing, but full of fear and wraths
Forever haunt her, even if, she takes dozen baths
O God, the rat has a phobia, ‘cos of this black cat
Won’t you ever pity seeing her sleeping in a mat?
Or when somebody, with shot, scratches her tail?
For I cannot stand, seeing how human beings fail
we stimulate our minds for our intellect to grow
becoming more technical
remaining spiritually slow
so we face trials and tribulation
crisis and complications
praising God, while serving Satan
expecting love when spewing hatred
our faith is dissipating
until its totally forsaken
for miracles we pray
yet and still we disobey
missed lessons
means blocked blessings
wrong paths are chosen
cursed to glimpse the promised land but never enter like Moses
it's hard to humble ourselves cause we've got pride
so we find a hard head leaves a soft backside
when stressed i ride
reclined, inside
sounds booming
trying hard to decipher the message in our music
Pac said keep your head up
Treach said guard your grill
Wu sang protect your neck
Cube said to kill at will
Eazy said easy does it
Run said hard times
Jigga ask can I live
but Big ready to die
50 cent said get rich ore die trying
K.R.S made stop the violence, and listen to my nine
these are questionable times
that leave young impressionable minds
hoping to find success pushing dope on the grind
thinking all the pain would end if they became rich
but the harder they hustle the more pain and anguish
if we could understand the hustle
we would over stand the struggle
instead we constantly land back in trouble
on frivolous pursuits
searching for forbidden fruits
living lies until they collide with the moment of truth
I been there and done that
played with fire and got burned as soon as my hand healed I'd run back
so young and misguided
mama said don’t do it I tried it
it's by God's grace I survived it
flash back to my youth I was so naive and timid
wondering if that path I walked on is the one the Lord intended
tired of getting beat by bullies so I learned to prevent it
but I found my self in front of the judge as a defendant
five times aquited of crimes that I committed
but the one time I was innocent is when I got convicted
justice may be blind, but she so vindictive
so I struggle with it
trying to make since out of the senseless
Beautiful Scars
At Nancy’s birthday party,
Before her friends came in,
She reminded her mom
Of the shape her hands were in.
“They’re so scarred and ugly
I don’t want my friends to see.
Cover your hands with gloves,
They’re as awful as can be.”
The girls were very happy,
It was such a joyful day.
Busy in the kitchen,
Mom’s gloves got in the way.
She smiled as she made the things
She knew her daughter wished,
Removed the gloves for a moment,
As she made a party dish.
She forgot about the gloves,
As she served the birthday cake.
But upon seeing Nancy’s face,
She realized her mistake.
Her friends saw the scars
And Nancy’s dreadful fears,
As she left the party
In a flood of tears.
She marched up to her room
Without saying a thing.
She didn’t know the heartache
Her mother’s hands could bring.
Mom rushed in behind her
While she sobbed there on the bed.
Her little body trembled,
And this is what she said—
“Oh Mommy, Mommy!
I am so ashamed!
My friends will never like me,
And you’re the one to blame!”
Tears came to her mother’s eyes,
As she breathed a heavy sigh.
She knew it was time to tell her,
So this was her reply—
“Nancy, when you were just a baby,
And times were very hard,
I suddenly smelled some smoke
While working in the yard.
“I turned to see the house
Was filling up with flames.
I ran real fast inside
And to your crib I came.
“I quickly grabbed a blanket,
The only thing I could do.
The fire was burning me,
But I kept it off of you.
“So, now you know what happened,
And how my hands got burned.
I didn’t want to tell you,
But some day you would learn.”
Nancy turned toward her mother,
With a look of sheer surprise,
Her heart was filled with sorrow,
As tears fell from her eyes.
She threw her arms around her,
And quickly kissed her neck.
She learned a life-long lesson
That she would not forget.
Mom told Nancy and her friends
About a Bible time,
Of other scarred hands—
Hands that were divine!
James Tate Nov 21, 2015
Silent whispers scatter all round me
Crowding me in making it hard to breathe
Making me choke on all of the sin that I have committed
Making me weak
making me come down to my knees
Praying in my head “OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE SPARE ME”
Save me from all of this agony
Maybe I don’t deserve it because I brought it to myself
but I was a child I didn't know the out come could be so persist
Playing with fire was fun until I got burned
And no I may not have any scars or buries
But the thing that I had to see was everything crashing and crumbing in to ruins
Then it just blow away like the fire I use to lite the candle Thinking that it would bring light
But it when out and I was too deep to know my surrounding
Only thing that was there was darkness surrounding me in to the point where It took my breath
One two three I drop down to my knees
Four five six the truth is sickening
Seven eight nine dose hate and love have a thin line
Ten Is this the beginning or the end
And why am I not begging
I see the light but I don't come near
Because in the darkness I can see clear
But I am not sure if this is where I belong
Curious but yet afraid I still pursued
Just to get caught up by my demons who I thought we friend although I assumed
See that's the only thing that can be tricky about the darkness
to fall in the hands of the enemy
without having knowledge
But do I want to live if it has come to this
Not trusting my self
Not knowing the difference between the light and dark
Or maybe I know the difference but I have already tasted the bitter sweet taste of the dark
But I don't realize the difference any more making me question if the every was a separation
Are they one in the same?
because they both have the power to over come you
But you have to realize is the loss worth the gain
But heaven forbids for you to go out on your own
Because that candle that you hold so tight and dare to keep you away from the darkness
can always go out by a sweet silent whisper
Form:
Tom Sharing Aphorisms
(old adages)
Composed: by Miracle Man
11-9-2019
I’ve been told, when younger,
”I could start a fight in an empty House.”
Because often “I would cloud up and rain knuckles,”
and later “was a sight for sore eyes”
Sometimes “I just had a conniption fit” and it ended there.
It’s been said “I was like a cheap gun:
shoots quick but kicks hard,”
Because I’ve told a few “how the cow ate the cabbage,”
and “If they ruffled my tail feathers”
they got “burned like a chicken at a barbecue”
after I’d “give’em what for.”
When younger “I had my ears back and claws out,”
and “I’d start a fight at the drop of a hat”
and I’d drop it myself.
I’ve been called tight and narrow minded,
I wasn’t tight “I just had short arms and deep pockets”
and some said “I was so narrow minded
that I could look through a keyhole with both eyes.”
But I thought “I was tougher than stewed skunk”
Because I drank my coffee so strong
“it would raise a blood blister on a boot”
I once fought this guy
who was “fatter than a boarding house cat”
he was so big that, “he looked like he ate his brother,”
and “his pants could serve time as a pup tent.”
He “had more guts than you could hang on a fence,”
and looked like he could “lick his weight in wildcats.”
But now at eighty times have changed.
I’ve become “so confused I can’t tell
if I’ve lost my mule or found a rope”
I’m “as confused as a goat on AstroTurf”
“my elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top”
and some days “I feel like the lights are on but nobody is home”
Some days are more difficult “than putting socks on a rooster”
so “it’s about time to put the chairs in the wagon,”
“put out the fire and call in the dogs.”
But after spinning this yarn I’ll confess,
“I’m all hat and no cattle”
If you knew me “you’d stick to me like sticker burs to bare feet”
see you next time, “Lord willing and the creek don’t rise”.
Tom
The Death of Myself
By Aidan Gilbert
I remember the day where in death I lie
I lie on the ground and make no sound
There are no more games
I tie myself up in chains
Those demons that fill me with fear
I know my fate is near
I know my fate
Does not lead to heaven’s gate
I cry for help
But know I am wearing the devil’s belt
My life is filled with bait
So I take it
And always think it is too late
To go to my Savior’s fate
Which is filled with mercy and grace
I am too ashamed to look him in the face
With tears and lies
Pouring out of my eyes
I turn around
Bound to die
I can hear the bells
From hell calling my name
But for a second I do not feel the same
For I am not a dope
I have a lost hope
That is a dream
That seems so real
I can feel God’s hand on me
I feel free
But cannot see
For the sin on me is too deep
I can see inside hell
With the empty desire
And the mass fire
I see badness
And people with sadness
Just like me they did not learn
And got burned by the devil’s sting
And put on his ring
That capture them
From God’s love
I am not there yet
For I did not make a bet
To the devil for my soul
Even though it has holes
I stay above water
Thanks to the grace of my Father
I get stalked by the terrors at night
I fight against what is right
But I have a small grip
To the Most High
And I will not die
But oops I slip
And fall
Like a doll
But I look into God’s eyes
And know I live in the shelter of the Most High
For God’s angels come down and save me
And lift me high
Into the sky
To heaven
I open my eyes
I am free
This is where God wants me to be
Man am I glad
I held on to the little faith I had
Love what we have and go through
Nothing can compare to the way I feel about you
Math never changes one plus one will always equal two
You marked me like a tattoo
It’s crazy how much I am willing to pursue
This relationship is nothing but funny
No baby you’re no longer sweet like honey
And I never did want your money
And don’t try to shine the light on us like it’s sunny
The sun is gone and the clouds rolled in
You told me I can trust you from within
Maybe that’s the person you should have been
I wouldn’t have done the things I did if I didn’t care
I was foolish to see that love was never there
Now because of you around my heart it says beware
Only thing I have to fall back on is the Lord’s Prayer
You were the first I committed to
I gave you the report and I received such a good review
Little did I know you didn’t want to stand by my side you just wanted to pass through
Our relationship fell apart and I can’t even press undo
Why couldn’t I see something that was so untrue
You’re no longer on the list of something to do
I wouldn’t have fought for you the way I did if you didn’t mean something to me
You told me our love was deeper than the sea
Was that something of the heart or did your mind just agree
I am bleeding on the floor can’t you see
I was foolish and finally I set you free
We should have did this already
We knew this relationship wasn’t steady
Yet we sat there with a pretend smile on our face
Looking at you praying ill be able to erase
You think you are so special just know you one second from being replaced
Sadly I still got love for you which is so bizarre
I am the one who got burned but the barley lit cigar
I must push you away to a place ever so far
Yet we didn’t put out the cigar and it is still burning
And the burn is turning into a scar
© Jeremy Fennell
Have you seen what I've seen
Going out and ending up in the middle of this terrible scene
I have nowhere to run
Because everywhere I turn, I hear the shot of a gun
I run and I run but have nowhere to hide
Because there's a body lying around every turn
The body is just another victim of a life denied
Caught up in the game and their life got burned
The body's lying there with blood pulling from each and every way
There I'm left standing scared, scarred, and with nothing to say
I'm tired of living within these walls
The walls of the life of worrying is my life going to be over before God calls
I wish all of this would soon be over
Because this is a life that I don't love
I know my mom also wishes this to be over
Because this isn't the life she dreamed of
This is the life no child should be living in
Seeing people get killed over some colors
If I stay here, this is how my life will end
And I don't plan to kill and not give a care about the life of others
If heaven was a mile away
I'll leave with the clothes on my back
The shoes on my feet will help walk away
And there will be no turning back
No more dead bodies
No more waking up at night from hearing gun shots
No more thugs and gangstas scaring me
No more being afraid of walking home praying that the next person is me not
No more being afraid of staring down the barrel of a gun
No more being afraid of being a child and having fun
I want to be in a place where there's less crying
Where I can't see no more bodies laying dying
I want to be in a place where there's no pain
No feelings of frightness of being slained
I want to be free
Free to wear all the colors my mother brought me
Wounded bits of pieces
When your broken how do you find the pieces
If you get it back together
How do you erase the creases
The memories don't go away
The images haunt and stay
How can you go on
That living in you is wrong
This is no fun
Isn't this too long
No pain, no gain, please explain
When it rains, it remains, ease my pain
Can't be patched, sowed
Can't be mended, no
Can't replace my soul
When its soo cold
I got hurt, I got burned
I'll go on, I will learn
The next crash and burn
I may bruise, I wont yearn
Broken hearts, tattered dreams
Missing parts, silent screams