Who has been called the black sheep
The one child that roams and never sleeps,
Were you the one always in trouble,
When deep down all you wanted was a cuddle,
Dont give your child a lable
Then cut them off like a cable,
There the one who lives up to the name,
So maybe it's time for you to feel shame,
They fight they steal ,hurt you and lie ,
But your the one who always crys
There fights ,there battles,that you don't see,
They're only asking why does nobody see me
Instead of the black sheep, say there part of your pack,
And let them know you will always there back,
Guide and stear them in the right way ,
Let them speak if they have something to say ,
Give good advice, and Guide them on there way ,
Let the black sheep be a thing of the past,
Have a loving home that sure will last ,
I no longer write flowery verse,
My mind is adrift from the universe
And my star is dim.
Magic and mystery no longer plague me;
The moon has set and no longer moves me
To pick up my pen.
I'm old and I'm weary
With nothing to stear me
Back in.
Smiling made her tired
I feared a frown was all
she could spare.
More than same than
different
what would
cause a person
to ask
Might she labor to
have discussion
one might think
she was making
him feel specials.
Yet to warn those
who didn't know her well
those who knew
her first would warn
When she makes you feel as if
you are number one
her first chose
or someone specail
she will crush your thoughts
she'll darken the brightest
day with her
meanest
and make the prettiest
flower coil.
her grin could turn milk into
clavor, curds and whey
she could sour a bag of
sugar
a glare turns to an
evil stear
you'll turn your head as a looker
when she grins run away
spare your feeling man
she is mean and uncaring
only a fool would like her kind
Onto Charted Areas
close to call
a trip to the mall
on exquisite realm
the church and the harm;
radio level left the rich and proud...
search with dagger from within
a gorilla in one accord
piercing orchestra onto chartered areas,
loaded on the earth drop zoo;
look after their golden nuggets moment
paramount speakers in one accord...
lift high their American way...
tip the closet stretch horizon
bring on the noise
drifted in the horizon built episode;
silence the clown wanting him all the more around
years of cleaning stear their jacket reunion
The visionary saw beyond pasteles painted in light
Beyond the signature of life to live yet to die
Upon the moon and suns attractive might
Seeing all that was a gravitational fight
Understanding the magnetic force
Embodied the negative n positive source
Displaying the image --->being
Being a maneuvering force
What was to stear was to stay on course
Giving only to recieve the same of sorts
The path that is able, unable to distort
I am a woman who knows whats right
and will act on it day and night
if someone needs me I am there
I will get there no matter where
I'm there for my family every day
I listen to what they have to say
I am Canadian proud and true
I am a person how about you?
Are you someone who runs and hide
someone who holds their fears inside?
Or are you someone who will stand strong
avoiding those who would stear you wrong?
Would you let a child stay on the street
never knowing when they'll get to eat?
Or would you give them some change for food
taking the chance to do some good?
Please think of the answers you just gave
is that the way a person should behave?
Think hard and to yourself be true
I know what I'd do but how about you?
Crazy as a dream, I'm workin as a team
and my soul lays in sorrow as I bathe
in the moon beam.
Stuck in such a devilish scheme
and sadly this background beholds a
hatful theme.
This motion, this potion has me
floating in the ocean, I wish I were
a boat so my head could keep a float.
Dead in a bed, head full of med, wouldn't you
say thats enough said?
A chuckle and a laugh, as rare as acing math,
wish I just knew the first steps of my path as the
universe comes crashing upon my thoughts, left in knots,
will I reside with the rest of the forgotten plots?
Will I fail to connect the dots?
Surely I do fear to stear my thoughts beneth the
horses trots. Recollect what you've read, I'm a mess
its been said, but I grin from cheek to cheek because I'll
fight until I'm dead.
So when the stream flows by, and
you fail to spot reflection, resist to give in for
within love hides affection, your heart is your protection.
Know that love is your glove of hope, let love be the slant to your slope.
I hope that love renders you clean, I hope that love sews your seam.
I hope that love flows in your stream.
-JLG
Breaking upon a landslide's crest.
My heart is still the thing that fits me best.
Even though I ran among the rest.
I know now I am being put to the test.
There is no time for me to spare.
I've given everything with all my care.
There is no need to stop and stare.
I've done what i believe, what I find fair.
Now its time to let it all go.
To everything I pretended not to know.
Or maybe it just wasn't time to show.
But inside my heart a garnet fire will glow.
At the turning point, I find myself here.
I was in control, but afraid to stear.
Then suddenly it all became crystal clear.
Walking tall in this life I shall not fear.
I will not accept indecision of anything that is foe.
I'm ready for any complications that may bestow.
I'm moving in streams. I am the flow.
In my heart a garnet fire gives glow.
Life is blissful and kinda crazy right now.
drinkin bout to go to the creek to stay cool i don't c how.
Life is amazing were bout to cook out.
ALL these people no doubt.
!'s gettin BEER.
no i will NOT stear.
sometimes happiness i fear.
!'s gettin ingredients 4 a sweet DAY.
under the sun i lay.
WISH life could b this easy n every way.
HE Just gave me keystone it so much.
bout to feel great n such.
THE alcohol's touch.
WHERE EVER I WALK, WHATEVER WAY I TURN, UR THERE BEHIN ME HOPING TO LEARN,
WHICH WAY TO GO N WHICH PATH TO STAY CLEAR, I WISH I WAS N THE DRIVER SEAT,
THE 1 TO STEAR, WHEN I MAKE A WRONG TURN I HOPE U GO THE OTHER WAY, DOWN THE
RIGHT PATH DAY2DAY, THOUGH I'LL B OFF THE PATH B4 U REACH THE END, REMEMBER IT'S
NOT ALWAYS STRAIGHT IT HAS CURVES N BENDS.
People Pleasing Poet
People Pleasing Poet
People can not ever be satisfied eye am in the public eye
They have their own ideas of what a MAN must look like and that
Has changed so very many times until it has no meaning
In the ageless millineum but one thing that eye am certain of
Stear clear of false impressions this MAN is still a MAN
Until he gets to Heaven. A beard untrimmed and unkempt and unshaven
A leather coat as outer wear green clothing shirt is black
Looks can bee deceiving life is still inside
Time is still an enemy of mine
But looks can never hurt me
Please get the sticks and stones now
Or forever hold your pieces from me
Understand or misunderstand me but intentionally or not
Keep the GOLDEN RULE or fight.
Just off the san pedro river,
where the catfish only hit on liver.
Lies a stock pond full of fish,
where some come to make a wish.
it takes about an hour to drive,
you'll soon find out only the strong survive.
Now make a left at the tree,
and the fun will start, you'll see.
dont forget to lock the gate,
dont worry about the bait.
now cross the field,
and try not to get killed.
stear clear of the log,
its the home of the barking dog.
stay low and dont make a sound,
for the owner may be lurking around.
just when you think your here,
watch out for the proud cut steer.
not much further now,
and I was just kidding about the cow.
You got this far, you've done well,
i know you think this is hell.
one more obstacle you must pass,
watch out for snakes in the grass.
if your will to take this mission,
dont ever ask the owners permission.
is it free? I think not,
and dont worry if you hear a shot.
always enter from the rear,
dont forget to bring some beer.
so grab your truck and your pole,
and we'll see you at the fishin' hole.