The songbirds are singing
The woods with music ringing
the doggies sleep neath the moon.
The storm clouds gather, to bring showery weather.
The lilies burst forth in bloom.
Put a smile on your face, and help win the race;
Let your kindness be unfurled.
God is alive, there is no doubt,
All could be well with the world.
I walked along a country road,
one sunny autumn day.
And gazed upon the beauty,
The woodland did portray.
Red and green, brown and gold,
Such wondrous beauty to behold,
I stood in awe in this beautiful land.
Knowing it was the touch of the masters hand.
Soon this beauty will fade,
And the chilly winds flow,
And the hills be covered with a blanket of snow.
Then once more spring will reappear,
with flowers in bloom and the robin, so dear;
It's all so amazing and O so grand;
Because of the touch of the master's hand.
I love these Ozark hills,
that lie amidst the rocks and hills.
The sunshine and rain, and harves of grain
and the call of the whipporwill,
The beautiful trees that sway with the breeze,
The neighbors are friendly and kind;
There's much to be had,
to make your heart glad;
and bring you peace of mind.
The beautiful rivers and lakes so blue,
and wildwood flowers of every hue;
You can fish and hunt to your heart's content
and relax at the close of day.
You can feel you have a wonderful life,
living the Ozark way.
I am sitting all alone-tonight, weary, sad and blue.
Thinkin of the past my dear, and how I'm missing you,
You know I always loved you, and thought we'd never part.
I hope that you are happy now, with your new found friend,
And that he will treat you kindly, and your joy will never end.
I will try to go through life somehow and do the best I can.
But I know that I will always be a very lonely man.
I tried to make you happy for I loved you from the start.
But all I have to show, is a broken, bleeding heart.
So go ahead and have your fun, I'll always love you true,
And wile your life is filled with joy, remember mine is blue.
OUR Father
OUR Father
Who are we really are you part of the OUR in OUR Father. Eye have not seen
much of the brother in you lately you must remember eye am your poorer brother
still part of the OUR Father. Needing food and drink and clothes just to survive
the hour of the beast come so soon upon us all. You pay your rent and steal
some gas and breeze write bye me without stopping to give me cash your
survival on the asphalt jungle is not helping me at all the partee will soon be over
drinks run dry even in the desert drinks fall short of friendship lacking your full
cooler full of beer will not allow us to be friends eye tried it all while still at home
eye carried wealth upon the asphalt floor to no avail the whiskey shattered bottle
lay unopened on the desert floor. NO half gallon can reach the palaces eye enter
evermore. If you are my rich brother with a drinking problem stop all that denial let
loose the whiskey bottle let it go. Eye have pulled the beam out of the eye can
see the problem now of thee stop worshipping the beast and come to me and
OUR Father.
DWIDUIDWI
DWIDUIDWI
Driving WHILE intoxicated Driving Under the Influence Driving With Ignorance.
Two men speaking one man was scarred on his legs very bad burned and old
healed up and working again no not the age of the man which was uncertain but
the age of the burns was evident. He said his wife refused to pay the insurance
on his truck and they repo came and got the truck he is riding now the city bus
telling everyone he is the man how can he be so happy at losing everything he
got his truck his driver license gone
He still denies the alcohol the problem he says he drinks a very lot less but to
me that is missing it he drinks and still acts tough and wants to keep his job and
worthless partee.
His life is slow but still he manages to crawl.
Everyone makes jokes at partees and laughs
And smokes and drinks, there are the mind controllers
And the power freaks, but not many ex-Marines.
They just do not seem to need the glitter and glitch
Of partee life eye have never used a wheelchair am not sorry about that am glad
that eye can have my walk if not my run
An old man does not top a bluff and run willy nilly down a bluff but stops
And finds a path to just walk down the hill
Today eye feel
the pain of wheelchair bound and wonder at his plight.
Was he a marine ruined in a fight or just some strang desease that keeps him
sitting there please GOD eye make this prayer
Please help the wheelchair bound and lift him up.
Mye empathetic prayer is Thank you
For my walk.
Helping Others?
are you sure that ewe are helping others
can you give a dollar to someone smoking a cigarette
do i need to find a partee to go to and donate
dont they already have too much
i must procrastinate today
i cant give to those that have a lot
i just will not try to relate
i have a different fate -------sometimes--------
i like to give to my poor brother
the only problem there
is his own hate
he sends me away with all of my goods
with just a word he says
go