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Pick me, pick me, you beg and plead
You think that you just what he need
Today, you in the game, yea!
Today you get to play and that totally made your day
But you don't love the game, you love the Coach
You're getting a home visit from Coach. Yes, he says he's coming over
Wow, you do dumb ssh for love when he's on his way
You quickly hide clothes in the other room, you throw stuff here and there. You run and tuck and when he's not around, you don't give a pluck. Clothes are here, there, everywhere scattered
When he's not around, nothing about clothes or your room even matter
You think and think and think of him
You think of 100 reasons to call him
You think of two reasons not to call
One, he's not going to answer, two, he's with that witch
Why she gotta be a witch? Cause you want her man?
There you go, when are you gon learn?
Second string on the bench, waiting again for your turn
How long will this go on? Will this ever end?
You've been waiting for a month for Coach to pick you again..Really?
Six weeks have passed, he doesn't even look your way
He doesn't give you or your name a call
She is staying in the game.
Why wait for the starter to get an offside penalty?
She's not trying to get no technical or foul out
She's playing tackle with him while you playing touch
You wait so patiently to get put in. But put you in for what? You on the bench and still getting ran over.
Don't you see, you don't mean what you think you mean to him
And no, you're not no challenge or no threat to her.
But silly ole you, still wanna be part of the team, so you try some new plays to impress Coach. Of course it's his way, cause when it's all said and done only the player that's gonna help him win get to stay in the game
And one thing I know about the game, you can get cut for no reason
There are many others trying out for your spot, but so far there’s only the two of you who are actually on the team roster
Stop playing second string, second string doesn't get acknowledged
Don't get no recognition and you don't get to meet the fam
Girl, you're not no second string material, get off the sidelines
You are not obligated to stay, you are a free agent
You deserve better, dream BIG, become part of a team
Where you won't be the Coach's player, you'll be... The Coach's Wife!
next to neptune
am i calling too soon
yesterday i was
across from the moon
today it seems
i'm as pressed
as your faded blue jeans
little baby
don't sing so blue
my blue baby
night will come for you
days we'll martyr after
what was once
meant to be
fighting layers
liars lay
where lilacs stray
my baby
don't sing so blue
soon we'll come for you
there are times
that life seems so brute
and there are times
it seems you are singing
with your prayers on mute
but little baby
don't you sing so blue
better nights will come for you
brighter lights will soon
be a soothing to you
are you
so far way
neptune
i'm right next to you
yesterday i sat
across from the moon
today i breathe
the air of your room
"so close and so far from anything
I guess i'm right at home"
I was a “why child”
but unlike many others
didn't ask my questions
right out loud
for they never elicited satisfaction-
only bizarre grown-up reactions
discomfort shown
in odd looks or awkward glances
at each other, over shoulders
uncomfortable silences
growing colder
nervous laughter
qualmish coughing
even worse- the teasing, scoffing
or miserable mealymouthed
meaningless exchanges
in that drudging monotone
of “I'll explain later”
or “you'll understand better
once you're older-
or you're grown”
And so I dug for
the answers myself
delving in dresser drawers
combing through closets and
straining to reach the very
highest-high shelves
I wanted to know all the kinds of things
that people keep to themselves
Until one day, I finally found it
the holy grail I was searching for-
in an anemic cream-colored binding
weathered and worn
my Mama's diary of secret thoughts
from the years before
Breathless, I broke it open
impatient with worrisome wait-
wanting to savor it, to slow down, and taste it
every scandalous secret enclosed within...
so I scanned the dates before reading the entries
to find out where the story would begin
So far, so good
it was ancient to me
back before she was even married
and I couldn't wait to know the fullness
of it treasures trickling down
like a delicious waterfall
cool and refreshing
invigorating
but- Oh!
how she had let me down!
Ruining all my breathless fun
I found that my Mama
was not a very
exciting
kind of woman
The emptiness
of my loss
is reducing me
to nothing,
I am sliding
into the arms
of the chasm,
my days
grow shadows,
as the mind
ever weakens
the light of sight
is slowly
being devoured.
Coldness
has gripped
at the center of me,
the fire fails
to warm
the sun refuses
to shine,
flames that once
lit my soul
are now gathered
in the corners
consumed to ash
my moments of clarity
are fading...
into the distance,
rambling seconds
of insanity creep
into cracks and chips
forming in my eyes,
delusions trick
me onto the mile
A gaping hole
widens in my chest
my ribs now rattle
with the wind,
fingers no longer
find purchase
passing through
this world
into the next
And so,
the long road
to lunacy
is no longer quite
so far, it is just
round the corner
waiting for me
Snow capped mountains almost reaching up to the Colorado sky
Colts and fillies grazing down below with their mothers nearby
There in the meadow the Cheyenne say
Is where the sun and earth come to talk each day
They talk of things that use to be
And of a brave people they no longer see
Could this be really paradise
Or only seen through this one's eyes
A lone wolf cries out in the night
While I sit quietly by the fireside
Watching the flames dancing through the wood
Where campfires long ago once stood
Proud and brave these people were then
Their only crime was to love the land they tried to defend
Herded like cattle so far away
What crime was so great that for this they had to pay
I slowly drift off to sleep
With tears falling down my cheeks
My only wish and this I pray
That we respect the land as did they
Form:
This world at hand
Can you see division is the fan
Which instills many with hate
For they have lost sight of there fate
They walk proudly as the beast
For God they have come to know the least
God sees but He must allow
For if a referee there would be called many fouls
But we as a whole must become broken
So one might see and receive the token
That has given one a way to escape death
For you will walk and speak with a new breath
To walk among the lost as a guide
Before the day they can't find a place to hide
God can pull one out this world of doom
For Jesus has prepared you a room
It only takes a call out of grief
And the old self you shall hang a wreath
To become a new creation with a new mind
For heaven you shall find
Does not have to be so far away
This was the thought when we like to stray
We can walk with Jesus in this day
For this is why He came to pray
To give up His life that we might live
For His spirit He wanted to give
That He might become your friend
That we might bring glory to God in our end
Sing to me, sing that soft melody
that puts me in a stage of peace
Gone, so far gone, that voice
your words of rhythm has set me free
A voice that moves me, a voice of melody
Hard to breathe when the rough circumstances
over takes me, to escape it all I listen to your melody
Free from all. Sing to me, sing that soft melody
that puts me in a world of peace
Gone, so far gone, your words of rhythm has set me free
To escape the pain and misery I listen to thee
we see the danger of love but we thirst to love again
Love comes with a deep commitment, for some a
broken heart at the end
Love is like the course of a battle field that never ends
In the circle of love is pain, guilt, shame, and remorse
The passion of love, Sing to me, sing that soft melody
that drags me to a world of peace.
Keep on believing
When I think back...
on my life so far,
the good and bad
have shared equal time
Though ups and downs...
have been hard to face,
believing kept my faith alive
Chorus
So, keep on believing...
this evil world,
will try to break you down
So, keep on believing...
the waters may surround you,
but you won't drown
So, keep on believing...
only faith can keep you,
anchored to solid ground
You may have tried...
foolish things,
to help to ease the pain,
to quell the deep fears inside
but, this old world...
will soon pass away,
only faith leads to eternal life
Chorus
So, keep on believing...
this evil world,
will try to break you down
So, keep on believing...
the waters may surround you,
but you won't drown
So, keep on believing...
only faith can keep you,
anchored to solid ground
I've learned it's not money...
that will save you,
and keep you from harm
Trusting in God,
who will never fail you,
and obey him,
when he sounds the alarm
Chorus
So, keep on believing...
this evil world,
will try to break you down
So, keep on believing...
the waters may surround you,
but you won't drown
So, keep on believing...
only faith can keep you,
anchored to solid ground
so, keep on believing,
He'll never ever let you down
so, keep on believing,
He'll never ever let you down
so, keep on believing,
He'll never ever let you down
fade
John Derek Hamilton
February 12,2018
To wait, timeless darkness from the last breath
In a painted twilight as the soul wept
The soldier in harm's way who met his death
On the sacred ground in blood where he stepped
Tomorrow will come to rising sad sun
Dawn's light will glow on all the frozen dead
Scattered flesh will remind life's course had run
In far empty eyes, survivors descend
When sadness reflects deep in the eyes well
And tears stream to the lost soul's bitter end
In fields of blood and memories of hell
In the mind of a battle, his days he'll spend
To die for his country so far from home
Trumpets will blow and all the Angels will moan
9/1/18
I wake to soft light
that slips in my room~
warm, calm air
from a far, kind place.
I sit with my tea
and watch the steam rise,
a thin, pale thread
that swirls, then fades.
The day sings its tune~
cars, birds, wind, leaves~
each sound a small sign
that life moves on.
I think of the paths
I have walked so far,
the ones I left,
the ones that held.
No grand truth comes.
No loud call rings.
Just this:
the world is made
of small, bright things~
a cup, a breeze,
a soft, clear note
that lifts the heart
for one brief beat
and lets it glow.