Happy Birthday Dad – Rest in Peace Forever
I thought again of you today
My Dad, my friend of yesterday
Today’s your birthday
You thought I forgot?
I bought a card
W/O casting a LOT —- (weight)
I thought of you the other day
Please come take your things away 🙂
Nah, just kidding…only you can stay
I’ll just find another way
Hocus Pocus…poof – that’s it
Maybe I’ll try a magic trick
A little prayer will fix this
This emptiness because I miss…
YOU :’-)
Lighthouse (Shine on Me)
Shine on me, that I am able to withstand the mighty forces of darkness.
Shine on me, that when I am weak, strength has lifted me up.
Shine on me, during my darkest hour, that I may Glorify You when the light is not seen.
Shine on me, that as a bird searching for food; that his eye is not dim.
Shine on me, during my times of despair, and give me hope.
Shine on me, when everyone else has left me; that you are still there.
Shine on me, when my face is to the ground.
Shine on me, when there are frowns, you are still around.
Shine on me, when love takes a turn, a burning desire you will still be…Shine On Me!
“ …I wonder will the lighthouse shine on me?” Minister Howard Williams (Grandfather R.I.P)
J-Adore
Yes you…
I know…it wasn’t easy to accept my ways, yet you still cared
I know…it feels a little uneasy to accept a compliment or stare
I know…for the sake of the emotions, you’d rather be alone
I know…you felt my compliments, thinking…he’d say it to anyone
Yes you… and most precious jewel, I’ve spoken my heart to you
Yes you…and most adorable one, you’ve ignored me too
Yes you…resented the very thought of being second to any
Yes you…most intimate, yet selfish one – kept my juices flowin’
My heart has called out to you, rendering a reply w/o judgement.
My heart has placed precedence on you my friend, w/o the fear of rejection.
I appreciate you for accepting my praise, w/o having felt ignored.
Most precious one; Yes you are…Yes you… I do… adore.
It’s Okay
I think I know why you shot me down
I think I know why you make me frown
I think it’s best; you think it is worst
I think I know why you made me curse
I think I know why you call me son
I think I know why you said you’re done
I think it’s best; you think it is worst
I think I know why you made me curse
I think I know why you chose to leave
I think I know why I feel relieved
I think it’s best; you think of the worst
I think I know why you made me curse
I think I know why it’s dark outside
I think you’d rather believe a lie
I think it’s snowing; you say it’s not
Can two walk together and tie a knot?
Roses are red, violets are blue
Who told you so; who told you…who?
Did influence steal your mind away?
Let’s wait and see til another day
How better now – these thoughts I have
A renewed spirit – no ‘better’ half
Better left alone with my ideas
Loneliness, anger, fear, and tears
I think I know why you talk about me
I think I know why you choose to not see
I think it’s best; you think it is worst
I think I know why you made me curse
I think I know why you travel alone
I think I know why your heart is stone
I think it’s best; you think it is worst
I think I know why you made me curse
I think I know why I’ve went to Church
I think you knew; so now I’m hurt
I think it’s best; you think it is worst
I think I know why you made me curse
I think I know why I carry this pain
Ironically it’s good for greater gain
I think it’s best; you think it is worst
Who cares…it’s ME…and I come first
Tell me now, are you a friend?
A brother, sister, fellow Christian?
Your life is better?
My life is worst?
Then point me to the bible verse
I truly believe it’s best unsaid
The hurt and agony of the heart that bled
I’m cool; not fair…but just the same
So who am I to blame?
If I was rich enough…
If I was rich enough
What will it take?
…to grant an abundance of joy every day?
To those who lost?
To those who sang?
Whose misery and comfort are the same?
If I was rich enough
I’d ride on site…
To those who felt hurt
Or who have lost sight
A loved one lost
A care for the lonely
A comfort for the teary
A guard for the weary
A job for idled
A strong arm for the weak
A correction for the ill-minded
A prayer for the meek
A bond for the broken
Uplift for the down
A replacement for the stolen
A blessing for the sound
If I was rich enough
Heaven would be open
No misery or pain
No surcharge to get in
No ‘ALONE’ islands
No tears up here
No crowds to bear
…just “awes” and stares
What greatness to behold
And a glorious sight
To even MEET a rich man…Who has paid THE price
I don’t mind…truly I don’t
I could ride CTA to the end of line
A waste of money, such waste of time
I’ll act like I’m leaving…it’s just a front
“I don’t mind…truly I don’t”
Leave…go…who really cares
I won’t worry, loose sleep or hairs
I’m good, I’m a Man!! (so I may front)
“I don’t mind…truly I don’t”
I’ll leave love…for the sake of peace
Call a cab to ask you to leave
Heart may ache; but still I front
“I don’t mind…truly I don’t”
I tossed and turn to watch your response
I gave a hiss; you turn and grunt
I gave up hope; and still I front
“I don’t mind…truly I don’t”
Give me the love
Give me the gleem
Give me the joy
Give me the steam…
That flows from the heart
That flows from the mind
That flows from the love…sweet valentine
So now
I bow
To sow
Ya know! 😉
Now, there YOU go…please don’t front
“I didn’t mind…truly…truly…okay, maybe I did”
So what do women want?!
Happy Christ Jesus
“There will come a time
When one will seek a sign
—
And there shall be none given”
Still I look for confirmation…why?
…then I look towards the sky
Why do I seek a sign?
For those things that are marvelous
—
I’m worried and lonely
Will confirmation correct such…?
Emotions and fulfillment
We all want happy times
—
For those things which are not seen
Why do I seek THIS sign?
Why do I seek a sign?
While the stars yet still exist
—
Am I idled or depressed
How did it come to this…?
Thoughts, which are my prayers
Hallelujah on this day
—
Why do I seek THIS sign?
When it’s HE who only saves
Father in heaven
Please yield to my constant request
—
Please carry and hold me
’til I come to rest
—
I’ll lay my head in your bosom
At that time, when you come
—
I’ll be your prize possession
I’ll be your chosen son
Happy birthday Christ Lord
For this day is truly holy
—
For the Angels in heaven truly rejoice
For Luke tells this story
For a sign I seek…it appears
To be at times like this
—
A holiday or gathering
Which you intentionally try to miss
—
Because of anger and resentment
How come we just don’t kiss?
—
And make up for the issues…
I guess prayer will correct this
Why do I seek a sign?
That YOU ever even exist
—
Why do I seek a sign?
No man could’ve done this…
—
The cool wind that blows
Why do I seek a sign?
—
When it rains or it snows
It is HE that is Divine!
—
No man made items are so everlasting
No man could’ve made the stars or clouds which are in Heaven
No man could’ve made the mountains or earth where we still stand
No man could’ve made “a living soul”: No man could’ve made MAN
Christ Is Lord!
Dreams…dreams…dreams
Far from the cliff
I journey toward
The end of road
With hand and sword
Upon a mountain
I stand up top
With soaring birds
Wild flying flocks
A thunderous strike
Hits billow roe
Birthing the age
Life and Lo
Here I stand
Amidst – up top
With soaring birds
Wild flying flocks
I glance below
And see the thing
Inside 9-20 is in my dream
I wake to find
No meaning so far
This dream I had
Is in the stars
Dream of mines… Where do I start?
Well… I dreamed about my head It was full and coarse and had no dreads Black shade and full with a noticing spot Looked closer to find a shaded lot A shorter length, yet still dark This spot of mine left me in shock As time passed…seconds at best A noticeable balding as I stressed This lost of hair, now beware My self-esteem… My strength and glare It’s now gone…this strength of mine Spoken of in Judge’s time Saying HD…now you must Prepare a time like Samson, plus… Time is of the essence son “Before you know it, your hair will be gone” “look again”… I now became weak Scalp is redding… now gasping to speak Appearing as a concussion scalp Spreading red as my mouth dropped Awoke to find that it’s just a dream I’m still weak…so is it? Shall I scream?
…to be continued
Never…in these moments or times
Am I ever truly blind
For love it seems, just words at best
Expectations of actions, a sad regret
A dawn of a new day had just emersed
With a warming gentle spurt
Here again, the hope it seems
Led to slaughter…why deceptive queen?
All for love it seems…
Vision and thoughts and fun-filled dreams
Im woke…I’m awake!!
A Woman’s Curse
A Woman once said
That I’ll die by such cause
A lonely man of a lovely heart
And love that would be a pause
I’ve felt the emotion
Of every word spoken
It’s her who states
It’s me who will be broken
It’s now underway
Love’s lost I grieve
Corrupted by woman
Since Adam and Eve
This curse is forever
Change for the worst
To die of this cause by a woman’s Curse
Companionship…
for three times I had
A Lovely wife for now
Later three times as sad
Too much for me
I saw a light
Thoughts of happiness
Was blind insight
One love, two loves
How far shall I climb?
So sad, so mad
So confused, so blind
It’s pain and pleasure
Both at the same time
Who ever really knew?
What love was mine?
I’ve given myself
More times over…it’s written
“…How often shall I forgive?”
It’s “…70 times seven”
Keen intuition was mistaken first
A Loving damsel may be the deception
… but now a Woman’s Curse
Dear Inner Beauty
(Phenomenal One — Emotionally Scar)
I felt the sentiments of each word you spoke. You certainly exude beauty from the inner parts of each stroke; of the key you typed on your computer screen – you wondered “…is this just another dream?!”
Your outward adornment makes it hard (I’m sure), for people NOT to tell you how beautiful you ARE; yet at the same time, possibly hesitant for those of us who are with sincerity, gifted with the ability to see: TRUE beauty, Phenomenal One, The Emotionally Scarred seed. Is there any wonder why TRUTH isn’t appealing to you…then why do you run Phenomenal One…from me?
He saw your fear and being empathetic…paused with the same emotion you interjected. He feared that rejection would crouch at his attempt, because he has seen your reaction to others and…
“To be treated the same as every other person” he exclaimed “why should I try…they’re not me, yet you shot a man down and didn’t have a minute to speak”. They have given you a flawed image of man, and yet I’m taking the blame, for another man’s faltering steps…yet here I am…different than he…another man. When can I speak?
Chameleon
I’m free to breath; yet bound by fear
Who am I; that sheds this silent tear?
I ‘m stronger than you think
I ‘m weaker than you know
Who am I that cried out this powerful blow?
A swimmer of life; a drowning of the deep
A lover in light; yet is the deceit
She awards herself with a royal crown
She comes with the look of a scrounging frown
Who am I? love?
How does this sound…
Roses WERE red; I’ve painted them blue
Violets WERE blue; but now they are YOU
What is the difference
between You and The Rose
The Rose was painted
yet nobody knows
The painted heart can fool a crowd
The tainted heart was just a facade