This Is The Hardest Thing I’ve Had To Do

This is the hardest thing

I’ve had to do..

is reach you.

Oh, what a job it

is.

To get to you.

Oh, Lord, help me

get through.

I love my family,

that’s true.

I love my friends

too.

But I have to get

back to you.

Oh, how I have to.

Please, help me

through.

I don’t just need

anybody.

I need to be with

you.

I need to be with

those that know

me through and

through.

I can’t let go with

the one’s I’m next

to.

It has to be you.

How many times do

I have to say it?

I have only me to

reach you.

It’s so hard to do

alone.

I have to get through

if I want to get close

to you.

I know you’ve done

all you can.

Now it’s all up to me

to ride.

I pray I can reach

you before the

feeling dies inside.

November 17, 2009

Re-connect The Love

Re-connect the love to

send.

My life has been gone

for so long.

My messages are old, meant

to be told on this line-now

open.

Entering the force to find

ideas on the line.

Entering the force to find

lost love on the line.

Re-connect me to my heart.

The emptiness has been

here too long..

not to sing this long lost

song.

Reliving the life to carry

on.

Finding ways to enter your

heart.

Seeping through love lost so

far.

Tracing the lines not knowing

which way out.

Lost images of you surface

about.

Letting my mind ignite the

love dormant for so long..

enters my soul to carry on.

Reliving the moments meant

to struggle on.

Reliving the moments to be

with you.

Re-connect the love to

send.

My life has been gone

for so long.

January 26, 1995

We’ll Never Say hell-o Or Hey

You’re  right, I’m not

good for you.

You’re so smart.

I make you feel blue

like picture art.

You have color, distant

lives and curves.

I say to myself.

But no brain when

it comes to being

sane.

I try to like you.

I use to love you.

But as smart as you

are..

you just walked away.

You didn’t even see

me..

or didn’t want to.

You just walked away

and blamed it on me.

And now I’ve gone

away.

By the way.

Back in the day

we were both this

way.

But go ahead and

go your own way.

I’ll blame it on me,

and be on my way.

This way, we’ll never

say hell-o or hey.

Nov. 5 2009

That Many More Angels

That many more angels..

sadly said.

Heaven awaits all the

heartaches..

Still I see.

Today, nothing but

sadness..

always.

What more can any of

us take, the pain and

sorrow.

Take it away.

Must it be another

day..

that sadness plays?

This song can pass for

a never day.

Escape the sadness al-

ways loving you.

Sadness here always

true.

What more can I take,

these heartaches..

completely through?

Outlasting happiness..

ever meant for you.

The sadness continues

on in my mind.

Happiness again awaits

down the line..

in my mind.

It will find it’s way.

You’ll see.

Be patiently.

You’ll all see.

Love again, like stand-

ing at the face of the

open sea.

April 23, 1995

Write My Song

Less words more meaning..

Less words more giving..

Less words more filling.

This world of writing is

exciting and reliving

with a pen it’s

thrilling.

Carry on, write

my song.

Make it happy..

Make it sad..

Make me want

more..

Make it strong..

Make it weak..

Send it to the

meek..

Carry on, write

my song.

Play it loud..

Play it soft..

Play it fast..

PLay it slow..

But be sure to

let it go.

Circumstances beyond

our control..

Carry on and let

it go.

Write my song

down and

let it flow.

Sing with pride..

Sing with strive..

Sing and bring it

all alive.

Carry on, write

my song.

Let the imagination

kick in.

No ending of words

within.

I’m in a trance, the

words begin.

Configurations in my

mind relive the

endless thoughts

creating love to

send.

Meanings get stronger..

Meanings get louder..

Meanings get more

intent for the cherish

of you.

Less words more meaning..

Less words more giving..

Less words more ful-

filling the lost love

of you.

Carry on, write

my song.

This world of writing

is fulfilling casting a

love so strong, it

breaks the dam to

reach the arms

of you.

Carry on, write

my song with

love to surface

home.

With love so

strong.

Cast the image

to create and

bond.

Carry on, write

my song.

Jan. 26, 1995

Angels Were About

Your wings engulfed

me as the lights

went out.

Night time, day time,

all the same.

Some would believe

me..

as the lights went

out, angels were

about.

Familiar faces lost

before standing right

there in my doorway.

Angel, going my way;

I’d love to stay,

angels about today.

The feelings gathering

now tell the story,

as energy soars, lines

rhyme again..

as life soared out

within.

My life is hopeful,

casting an image..

casting life’s treasures

on clouds of

thoughts embedded in

tear-drops falling

downward..

for minds to image.

All feels the source of

energy bestowed in

me..

as angels direct me

to pleasures..

lasting now forever.

That death has passed

on for your heart..

to endure..

as my life recaptures

the moments of

yours.

As the lights went out,

angels were about..

Heaven’s floor.

Sept. 17, 2009

An

Forty Acres And A Mule

You look good enough

to eat.

More charm than the

road atlas allows

me to seek.

I can shoot straight

as long as I don’t

have to shoot

too far.

Forty acres and a

mule..

what will I do?

Get out of the way

white trash.

I’ll knock you down.

I’ll knock you back.

Don’t drink alone.

People find out that

it ruins their re-

putation.

And that’s a fact.

Doubting to the bone..

then find out on your

own..

that you don’t need

a nanny to fall on

your fanny.

Forty acres and a

mule..

what will I do?

I don’t mean to think,

but would you take

me home tonight?

I don’t want to be

alone.

For the thrill in my

heart is gone.

I would loose all hope

of standing alone..

if I take your offer.

Of course, I wouldn’t

have to do it on my

own.

I could charge it all

to you.

Forty acres and a mule..

what will I do?

We are no gentlemen..

are we?

And we have no honor

either.

Come on with me, it

makes no difference

now.

Proud one, proud all.

Die in the face of re-

ality..

then die all humanity.

Then die inside to see

the most kindness and

truest person I’ve

ever known to be.

Forty acres and a mule..

what will I do?

How strong you are in

the face of adversity.

I love you.

Keep your face, keep

it day and day again

if not..

well then that’s your

misfortune.

I hope you make it

through.

Where will I go?

What will I do?

Forty acres and a mule..

I’ll find a way.

As for tomorrow..

tomorrow is another day.

May 6, 1995

LOVE

LOVE DOESN’T HAVE TO

BE JUST IN THE HEART.

LOVE TRAVELS UP THE

ARM, DOWN THE LEG

THROUGH THE HEART INTO

YOUR VEINS THROUGH-

OUT THE SPINAL COLUMN

OUT YOUR NASAL PASS-

AGES SWIRLING AROUND

INSIDE THE MOUTH

WINDING DOWN THE THROAT

PENETRATING INTO THE

LUNGS DIGESTED BY THE

STOMACH THROUGH THE

INTESTINES OUT THE

COLON. NOW SAY THE

REST OF THE BODIES

FUNCTIONS.

Oct. 21, 1994

Shifting Gears

Life shifts gears out of

our control.

No where to run.

No where do they care

for the love and

compassion..

for the faith of

mankind.

Ungrateful people down

the line..

aggravates me to the

end of time’s glow.

Do you want to be alone

tonight?

Neither do I.

Acts do follow the glows

which shows direction.

Actions flourishing beyond

the knowledge casting out-

wardly what to question.

Not knowing beyond one

step only powers the

mind to choose which

direction.

Interconnecting lives, reach-

ing to be noticed by you.

Relishing the moments that

bonds the heart.

Creating images never to

part.

Edging on the reasons

to continue and embark.

In this life which we all

know as the life within

you.

Good decisions, bad decisions,

it’s all meant to be.

Connecting it all together

for the better is the life

which we all see.

Uncaring reasons shelfishly

take goals like moles deep

bury the thoughts never

to reach.

Sometimes caring for others

is the only breach through

this life so true.

Acting out scenarios is

the only way through

you.

The pain get’s deep which

seeps through sores so

open allowing infection

to enter us all.

Feeling the pain of the

grief of man’s call-

reaching out is the

only answer to it

all.

Shift gears and let’s

take control.

Jan 21, 1995

Stubborn Attacks

The hardest thing for me

to do as a fact is to snap

out of a stubborn

attack.

Not listening to myself

only makes the matters

worse.

Breaking away to say

I don’t want to be

this way.

Help me today.

Help me today.

I need help today in

the life of my ways.

I need help today Lord.

I’m finding it hard to

find my way.

Oh, help me today Lord.

Oh, please Lord help me

today.

I feel I’ve lost my ways.

Oh, Lord please help

me today.

I lost my ways.

I feel lost today.

Help me find my way.

Oh, Lord help me today.

Cast images so real showing

a path through the haze so

cruel, but in reality through

the mist, it’s the only pass-

age through.

Other ways around wouldn’t

be the same to you.

Lions in the path wouldn’t

be at your heels eating

through.

Thinking you Lord for the

passage through.

Rough or not I made it

through the build up of

tears that were the vents

that casted out the sorrow

which passed by.

My questions why came

true down the line as

a result of the lions

from behind.

Stubborn attacks are

like sharks, they are

powerful and keep

you running and

searching for the

reasons through the

sparks of attacks.

Jan, 21, 1995