Personal… Insight... delight… --Freebird 02 Poem by FreeBird 02
Personal… Insight... delight… --Freebird 02
PERSONAL…
INSIGHT...
DELIGHT…
BY
FreeBird 02
Poetry In Motion Of The Past,
Present,
And GOD Only Knows…
Where Eternity Ends…
…Trials And Tribulations Sometimes Have A Reason For Their Occurrence, But I Also Believe Sometimes They Only Appear To Test Ones Endurance And One's Self Belief In Self Sanity And Preservation! ! !
This Is Not The Writing Of A Sacred Man, NO Each Word In Each Phrase Is Deeply Thought Out By The One, The Only Free Bird 02...The Knight; Praying For Some Days, Restful Nights To Come!
--FreeBird 02
Memoirs From The Author's Round Table:
Though I am only an American Knight, I do dedicate Old English Text Loyalty to Royalty. However; in the American Dream, Royalty is anyone who can see a dream in their minds eye and willingly go the extra mile to grasp it into reality. Loyalty in America is the acknowledgement of those around you, who do possess a true minds eye dream and have earned said dream, but have also come to the realization the final step in obtaining this Dream is excepting the help granted by the Knight who leads the Royalty to find the passage that awards their dream. There is only one catch! There is an occasion where a Knight can not grant a dream wished by another, even if the Royalty can clearly see the dream in their minds eye and the Knight dramatically goes the extra mile. For when Loyalty actually holds the said dream, warm heartedly in hand… the Royalty dreamer may turn and walk away, empty handed… "IF" though this still is their wanted dream… but they do not wish it from You, said Knight.
"Thanks Jeanise for this Valuable Lesson"
Author: FreeBird 02
Written in the transition period of time of misconception to reality
…what a quick passing revolving door!
Copy Right
Table of Contents Poems: 163
Author's Comments: 5
True Freedom
The Pledge of "Free Bird 02"
"IF…"
True Native
As Time Goes By
Definitions of Love
Who Knows Love; You or I
She's My Kind of Rain
True Love to She
Working on Mysteries Dreams
Seventh Heaven
Heart Beat's Sounds
Orchards of Paradise
Camelot Tonight
Knights Will Protect You
Atlanta's Setting Sun
Hold On Sweet Lady
Author Comment's: Hold On Sweet Lady
Who's Right, Who's Wrong
American Knighthood
Eagle Eyes
Sarcasms Perception of Reality
Passed On to Purgatory or Hell
Author's Comment's: Passed On…
Key to American Dream
Author's Comment's: Key to American Dream
Teacup Puppy Love
The Gambler Returns
Author's Comment's: The Gambler Returns
Home Sweet Home
Ocean Deep Love
Nobel Peasant Pride
Orchards of Paradise
Why'd Momma Try
When Does Adolescence End
Sweet Telephone Delight
Land of the Green and the Greed
Dice of Life
Dreams
Babie Are You Confused
Mystifying Insight Delight
Chaos…The Thief of Life
Hot Lady
Dreams of Time in a Bottle
All in All…Everything Is Right
Love In Four-Four Time
Passed Onto Purgatory or Hell
Blind Metal Image
Fire Blazing Pen
Shadow of Scars
If We
I Am
Promise Of Nevermore
Modern Day Fathers
An Ambitious Woman
Heart Bound Dignity
Marital Menagerie
Rags To Riches and Back Again
Love's Drifting Tides
There Goes My Life …My Wife
Two Hearts Final Score
Whispering Winds of Delight
Fight For…
The Un-deranged Metal Train
Yesterday, Today, In Dreams of Tomorrow
Holy Cheek, Bloody Tears
Holy Cheeks… Author's Comments
Mumbling
Author's Friendship Pen In Hand
Baby It's Wild Words
Loves Royal Flush
A Lovers Martyr Is Parting We
Lady Strutter… Come-on and Love Me
What Went Wrong
In The Sand of Eternal Love
Abra Cadabra
Phoenix… All Revved Up
Mother's Day
Freedom's Peaceful Harmony
Where Are You
Eagle High Insight Delight
Short Story: Little Grizzly Boy
DESTINES Delight
Tunnel of Dreams
Love That Won't Untwine
The Sound Is Not Silence
Re-wow-itty Copy Right
The Blind Mans Wisdom In Me
Dream Branches
Author's Profile
Which Edge Sees You Copy Right
Do You Hold The Key
When the Lights Went Out
Broken Hearted White Flag Copy Right
Does Modern Day Romance Prevail
Three In One Questions of Romance
Who's Wings Carry On
Illusional Fantasies Copy Right
Tender Loving Tragedy
Prevailing Pen in Hand
Pain… One Word at a Time
Knocking on Recognitions Door
Labyrinth of Love
Minds-Eye Believable
Webs of Time
PHOENIX
ANTICIPATION
CONVICTION
LOVE
FLAMBOUYANTCY
TRAGEDY
SINCERITY
TRANQUILITY
Long Loving Rejoicing Bell
Inquisiting Thoughts of Time
Trembling Thoughts Of Time
IF
Questions Along the Way
Love, Pity and Pain
Optical Illusion
Roses Are Red
Philosophical Water To Wine
Heart Over Pride (Works Every Time)
Twenty One Gun Salute
Who Ever Wants… Goodbye
Dreams To Better We
Heart Doctor
Smoking Love Gun
I Need You Tonight
See the Trees… How Big They've Grown
Who Am I
Evolving Wisdom
Philosophy For A Happy Life
Twilight
Tis The Season
Poor Sinner
Sacred Possessions
Beyond Dawns Early Light
Reminiscences of Christmas
Another Cold Dark Night
Is Ho, Ho A Cheer
New Year's Resolution
Life Goes Faster Than You Think…
Friends And Enemies
Poetic Justice's Metaphoric Disguise
The Value of Time
Wings Of A Loving delight
The Word of the Rose
Enchanting Surprise
Resurrection of an Angel
Ones Pondering Riddles of Life
How Many-Scores Equal The-Score
Booh Who
Thanks to Chaos Here I Come
Love Matters
Unbeknown to I
The Harmonious Rhyme of Time
To You My Sweet Mother
Simple Southern Man
Ashley On My Mind
Blessed Sis's Day
Poet's Lullaby
Time For One More Candle
Silent Tears
Does Love Ponder
Is She Ready Or Not
Special Moment In Time
Blessing or a Curse
Playing in the Mist…
Sergeant Ray
Billon Dollar Dreams on Pennies Time
Pondering Thoughts Of Time
Minds of the Evasively Blind
The Saluting of the Soldiers
Lost Under the Mist of the setting Sun
Dream Dancer
What I'd Do To See You Smile
Quote of Quote: Time Is Destine To Arrive
Quote: Contrast of Future Dreams
Quote: The End-of-Time Arrives
Quote: Saying of Time's For Everyone
Quote of the heart
Quote of the Unattainable
Quote of Leadership
Achievability Quote:
Quote:
Experiences if Life:
Patience's of a Quote:
Legacy of a Winner:
The Negative of One In Many:
Peaceful Passion of Time:
Beautiful Sunny Dreams:
One Plus One Is We:
Similarities In True Friendships:
True Freedom
True Freedom…
...occurs when one is no longer required to beg for permission,
To live in happiness.
September 11,2007
The Pledge of FreeBird 02
A man's got to have…
A True Code
A Solemn Creed
And No Personal Greed
"IF…"
If…
One wishes the good Lord
To acknowledge they are
"Second To None"
They too should pass on
Being true…
To the American Dream!
July 2006
True Native
Ancestral wise;
I am the blending of several Nations,
With personal germination,
I am Who I am…
Do as I Do…
A True Constitutional American Native
With Pride.
September 26,2007
As Time Goes By
I once met you many years ago. Where upon our love did grow. But you were bound by another heart on fire, and I was bound by bronc busting wire.
So, our flames ran in and out, while others tried to hush us out. But the passion grew in the breath of time, while we wondered one step behind.
Then one day our bounds did break, from ones who could not fake, true passion from an empty heart break.
Now passions bond is truly ours and we're home together with the love we had long desired. So, hold me tight and I'll hold you true, for here on out, I'll be with you.
Through thick and thin, good and bad, in the end our love will always be glad. Though sometimes we may not see eye to eye, rest assured we'll be true, as time goes by. Yes, through all of times… for you and I.
July 31,2004
Definition of Love
You say I won't feel what it takes to be the nerves of steel; for one to truly love you!
You say I won't go where one must go; if they truly love you!
You say I won't be the one who rescues true needs, to prove they truly love you!
I unconditionally admitted I was wrong, to prove I belong, silently holding on, to delivering all that makes your heart strong.
Without conviction from you, I've gone to new ends, to prove I can go, where one need to go, to prove there's no end for you.
You say you can't breath, I need sometime to redefine, a peace of mind, with you. So here I sit, with no fit, waiting for one call at a time. For I do know, love will find OUR PEACE of MIND… in time!
So who truly holds you, cares for you, and open heartedly longs for you, even though you won't let them truly say, "I L- - - YOU! "
July 24,2004
Who Knows Love; You or I
You say I don't know
How love grows
Because the definition
Is beyond my conceptional control!
Beyond a time
That used to be…
Yours and mine!
I've never stopped nor condemned you
For not even asking me
You just do what you want to do
And who cares what I think!
I give you all I can
In each and every way
But you say this is not love
You're just buying time
From someone who does not…
Even owe you!
I can prove
To all who chooses to see
Love and dedication
When it's coming from me!
For giving love
Is what truly makes me happy
Especially when its
To You…
From Me!
August 1,2004
She's My Kind of Rain
She's my kind of rain. She washes away my pain, bringing me back up to feeling a loving way; I thought I'd lost… one more day. Her showers give me strength, to spread my wings once more, which is her way of lifting me, for she longs to see, this Free Bird Soar.
My Babies my kind of rain, she washes away the dust and pain, built up from troubled times, filled with hard working ways. For this; these strong working hands, have soft caressing plans, to give tenderness to her soft cleansing skin.
My Babies, my kind of rain; She comes down in rainbow form, in a bright glistening way. My Babie washes away other drowning storms. With soothing drops that relieve a troubled heart once more. No cold, no fright, just tenderness from paradise.
She's My Kind of Rain.
December 21,2004
True Love to She
If love was tender and love were true
Would you see the same thrills I see when I see you?
Love letters come from the heart
My heart love's coming with you
Safe sex, wild sex, and just plain old sexy sex
With you…
Is all I long to do.
Let's not forget foreplay
A cuddly and snuggly kiss or two
They start up the tender romance
As well as…
They help the churning loves sweet cool down.
If being close feels right with you
Then being in love with me must feel right too
My peace…
Is the piece of being in with you.
Working on Mysteries Dreams
I woke up between a want and a dream, while working on a mystery. I was running down past shattered dreams. When I realized she's the one I've been holding, dream after dreams. Is sweet dreams going to wait a little while or is love going to find a shorter way, this special time? Open your eyes, you'll see… it's no longer just a dream, its mysteries time for you and me.
Come on Babie, to see you in that negligee', is just a tease. Yes Babie, its time to please. So open your arms, and hold on tight, tonight we're going to rise, to ecstasies enchanting paradise.
Oh Babie lets run down in this mystery and see where true love will help us be. I'll grip the steering, you shift us into overdrive, and we'll race on down to the other side. The sudden curves bring us ecstasies thrills, for as I crank, you drop a gear, and we both ring out in a joyful cheer.
Come on Babie, to see you in that negligee', is just a tease. Yes come on Babie, its time to please, so open your arms, and hold on tight, tonight we're going to rise, to ecstasies paradise.
Oh yes we're working on Mysteries Dreams Tonight
January 9,2005
Seventh Heaven
Angels sing when heavens do, we sing this prayer from me to you. Night cast dark, but it's not long, we'll be singing where we belong. Oh we're back in seventh heaven tonight, when it's dark we need no light. Oh we're back in seventh heaven tonight, where dreams go on by day and tingle in the heat of the night. In seventh heaven you feel so right.
Days glimpsing go by, when nights are weary cries, causing illusional glows to disrupt our happy home. Spells were cast from mountains high; casting down threw our valleys pride. From Wizards hands nights cried long, but despite Wizards days we sang strong. Oh we're back in seventh heaven tonight, where dreams go on by day and tingle in the heat of the night. Seventh heaven you feel so right.
Angels sing when heavens do, we sing the prayer from me to you. Night cast dark, but it's not long, we'll be singing where we belong. Oh we're back in seventh heaven tonight, when it's dark we need no light. Oh we're back in seventh heaven tonight, where dreams go on by day and tingle in the heat of the night. Seventh heaven you feel so right.
Angels on high, heavenly sky, darkness leaves our eyes. Love comes home, tenderness glows in the Heart Land tonight. Lightning rings, but rain does too. For we all see, thanks to you, seventh heaven is so true. Oh we're back in seventh heaven tonight, where dreams go on by day and tingle in the heat of the night. Seventh heaven you feel so right. Oh seventh heaven you feel so right to night.
Heart Beat's Sounds
Today brings in the joyful sounds, where heart beats beat in four-four time. Love rings high, as the dreams do too, wishing forward, between me and you. Love is one, Love is two, Love is for the ones blessed, like me and you. So hold on close, but don't love to tight, for the angels will be bringing your gift home tonight. Oh today brings in joyful sounds.
Oh today brings in joyful sounds, like those heard by the tapping of little toes. Like the pairs of those little ones, in a midnight plea, wishing you'd come to thee. Coming of we, coming to thee, is the loving plea of these new heart beats. So hold on close, but don't love to tight, for the angels will be bringing your gifts home tonight. Oh today brings in joyful sounds.
Yes today brings in joyful sounds, like those that grow, when graciously led, into the kingdom of One Hearts delight. Sounds pierce the night, for they grow too, with the two that will carry them true. So wish today, and pray tonight, that these sounds grow, to much delight. For today brings in the joyful sounds, where heart beats beat in four-four time.
Orchards of Paradise
See the trees so strong and true
Like the one who longs to hold you.
See the blossoms glow and grow
Like the love that knows you
From the man who longs to hold you.
Feel the fruit dangling down
So soft, so firm, and true
May it glisten forever
…Like my longing for you.
Camelot Tonight
Mountains are high and valleys are true, rivers run deep when I'm searching for you. Days go on forever while I'm looking for you, but hark I hear a Ferry's chime; she offers to grant my wishes in four, four time. I long to see the eyes the two of us can hold. She says, "It's granted in Camelot! " Today swords won't grant what she can do, that's why she's holding out in Camelot. She can raise a child and hold a man tight and grant him long lost two sided love, night after night. Oh that's why you need your trip to Camelot.
Mountains are high and valleys are true, rivers run deep when I'm searching for you. Night's songs play forever, while looking for you, but hark I hear the Wizards spell, "Give him wonder, give him delight, and give him the love that waits in Camelot tonight! " For today's sword wont grant what she can do, that's why she's holding out in Camelot. She can raise a child and hold a man tight while granting him back two sided love, night after night. That's why its time …to head to Camelot.
Mountains are high and valleys are true, rivers run deep when I'm searching for you. Night meets days and days meet nights while I'm looking for you, but Hark I hear the Kingdom Cheer, "Welcome fast, her heart its true, she's been silently waiting here for you." Today's sword won't grant what she can do, that's why she's holding out in Camelot just for you. She can raise a child and hold her man tight in order to give him two sided love, night after night. That's why tonight its love in Camelot. Oh yes, its love in Camelot.
Knights Will Protect You
Knights are Knights
And days are true
To the ones that protect you.
When nights are long
And Knights are true
Days will grow to resurrect you.
Now ride on Knight
And fight on true
For the sun will shine
To light the Kingdom, like you.
Atlanta's Setting Sun
Atlanta oh Atlanta, I still see her blue eyes glowing, as we sit in the setting sun. Dreaming dreams that are meant to be in the drifting Atlanta sun; "The Dreams of Atlanta", my precious one.
Atlanta oh Atlanta, how I long to see her in the setting sun. For I know in my dreams, she'll be there wiping the tears from my weary eyes, the eyes that long to be with she, in the dreams of Atlanta's setting sun delight.
Atlanta oh Atlanta, I still see her blonde hair blowing, as we sit in the setting sun. Dreaming dreams that were meant to be, in the drifting Atlanta sun. In these dreams of Atlanta, there's just a few short times left, that this heart can bear the thought, of anymore empty Atlanta dreams. Just dreaming in the night, to see her beautiful loving body, but when I awake, she ghostly disappears, which brings on crumbling overwhelming memory of our Atlanta dream, our sweet Atlanta's setting sun dreams.
Oh Atlanta, oh Atlanta I still see her blonde hair and blue eyes sweeping me off my feet, as we go to sitting down, in the Dreamy Atlanta Setting Sun. Oh the dreams of Atlanta's, my precious one.
Oh Atlanta's precious setting sun…
March 22,2006
Hold On Sweet Lady
Yes I chose to hold
From Good Time to Bad
Your Sweet Smile…
And You're Tears so Sad.
So why can't YOU see
ALL the things I Trust in THEE
To hold You Everlastingly…
Silently, Open Heartedly, & Majestically?
Therefore;
One more Time
From this Heart
Destine to Your Heart
To the End of Time
Hold on Tight…
Sweet Lady of Mine!
Hold On Sweet Lady
Authors Comments:
Though one may try to the end of time, to communicate how they truly feel towards another, their grasp at All heart bound thoughts, appear to go unheard. Compiled on the fear of heart bound words that seem to be lost in the sight of LOVE, that is bound to be shown both day and night, tends to trip up All physical actions of this ones over achieve ring Mystifying Romantic Dream of the ONE who IS their Mystifying Delight.
This poem is written in reference to the Cresting highs and Ocean Bottom lows my wife and I seem to dart back and forth through, year after year. Though there is nothing I would not give to make it crystal clear, through her little souvenirs, each time she try's to find where this relationship is going, by checking out our pasts each one appears to hold. So just one last time I am grasping at a heart bound philosophical hand written pleading try, Please Babie 02 of mine, see and feel what my heart feels, each time you touch mine.
I have been known as a Free Bird for years. For there appears to be very little that I can not achieve "IF" I can find the drive and ambition to transpose what I see in my dreams to what all will see in reality. The absolute Highest high I can honestly remember is the walking side by side, hand in hand, with someone else, who has found the drive and dedication to materialize their most wanted dream into reality, BUT they just need a true friend to help finding the keys to each new door as they Majestically strive on. That's a true high… for me, for you, for Sweet Lady of Mine.
Who's Right, Who's Wrong
The majority says, "Do the right thing, for it is better to take the beaten path that has been done, over and over again."
Ah, but what if one was not born with cattle mentality? Then every time they come upon a problem the shit and piss trail of the herds before them is not the only option. Instead they opt to take three lefts over one right! They are Reality wise by not taking the same course as the herd on the "one right" path, for instead they are on a more knowledge gaining endeavor.
Each time one opts to take the three lefts, over one right, the heard cries out, "Don't do the wrong thing, oh yes, Theoretically, you will be traveling towards the same direction as we, but your dangerous choice will consume a dramatically longer range of time, plus you will miss out on all our narrow minded right things we see and do."
As the wise man sitting on top of the mountain of true knowledge can see. The cattle herds are traveling in the wrong direction. For all of the shit and piss from herd after herd before them, diseasingly and stinkingly widened and deepened their forefathers rightfully sought after path.
Three lefts are a far better path to take than the common visually miss guided one right one. For in a true human, as apposed to a cattle herd mentality, the more one learns through out a life time, the more peaceful and sincere their life will climax, before it ends. If moderation in ones actions is unknown to you, open both eyes, take a deep breath through your nasal passageway, and reach out and touch what is brought to you're attention; As if it was constructed out of fragile glass. The happiness this brings is the true way things were meant to be. Stop accepting Dictatorship from those who climbed out of the shitty misguiding trench you're in, whereupon they demand you will not.
Positive balances with negatives, Good cancels out bad, and the more one learns from day to day, WILL make one happy over sad, this helps one to balances out and Intellectually Serene over Misery!
June 25,2006
American Knighthood
One earns Knighthood by showing Loyalty to Royalty. Where upon the one of Royalty has earned the Loyalty of one granting the extra aiding for the obtaining of the earned ones goals and dreams.
The Free Bird is the prehistoric wisdom of the Phoenix's evolution into the modern day Bald Eagle that's to its transformation where its flames begin to rise where all else permanently rest.
The Free Bird 02 Knight is second to non in its wisdom to strive on to enchant its happiness by side by side leadership of others to their eternal dreams. Because all Eagles see the true cause from far above the Egotistical Capitalistic one sided Blind mans only internally focusing cry!
So lets Fly …Fly High …with Piercing Sharp Eagle Eyes! ! !
July 11,200*Edit*
Eagle Eyes
When does the story end? When does my reality become pretend? No, I need not cry, though, I often wonder why. Why does the creek never stop running high? Why does my dream seem to drowned, thanks to all of life's continuous drifting tides? Every ending evening my dreams seem to continuously disappear, as the sun does set, and they fail, fail to reappear, when the moon does crest.
So everyday, as I do begin to rise, I set forth with my Eternal Dreams that I sincerely attempt to resurrect …and once again retry!
So fear not, all of others Capitalistic Endeavors will only appear to Crucify my successful attempts to Free Bird Fly, in their blind one sided money hungry eyes.
So when does the story end? When does my reality become pretend? I think not and you wonder why? Because All Eagles see the true cause from far above the Egotistical Capitalistic One Sided Blind Man's only Internally Focusing Cry!
So lets Fly …Fly High …with Piercing Sharp Eagle Eyes! ! !
July 11,2006
Sarcasms Perception of Reality
All's well that ends well
Unless ones too blind to see
What's well and stands true
This misconception casts them into…
The Pity Party Crying Well
Where they drowned from internal tears
Created From Their Own
…Sorrowing Pity Party.
October 02,2006
Passed Onto Purgatory OR Hell
The Lord is in session, my case is at no appeal, lack of comprehension of His intentions seems to outweigh All Nobel Deeds I done, inquest to follow his misconceived intentions by me…
I wished I could have died in your arms. I wish I could have died with your smile in my eyes as I passed on. But it never fails, what you long fore, never appears. So I just shed my tears, as out goes the lights, forevermore; from daylight to dark, but I will long forevermore…
Oh God answer my deafness that left me with rejection of prayer, time after time. I did all I understood that you asked, year after year. Now I can not decide, "IF" I Died, am I stuck in Purgatory or Hell. I still try to do as I did before lights went out, but once again, all I do goes unanswered to my pleas.
I wished I could have died in your arms. I wish I could have died with your smile in my eyes as I passed on. But it never fails, what you long fore, is never appears. So I just shed my tears, as out goes the lights, forevermore; from daylight to dark, but I will long forevermore…
Did I miss your message of calling? Was I blind before the lights went out and now I'm just in a state of total confusion? Or is this a further, deeper, testing of serenities dedication, from me? For I just do not comprehend, each loss each time, I reach out with a helping hand. Oh God; is this Purgatory or Hell or have I just been dammed and cast inside the Dark Chamber that eyes cannot see to the top of each never ending wall? Is the justification due from me not understanding before the light went out; just like it remains … my lack of comprehension is still mesmerized!
I wished I could have died in your arms. I wish I could have died with your smile in my eyes as I passed on. But Destiny can turn out cold, as one shivers all alone and the lights permanently go out, with so many answers to life's questions untold. Oh, I will LOVE YOU… forevermore…
Now I'm permanently feeling helpless, no-one, nothing, seems to have the desire to ease my pain! I hear thunder, I see lightning, but between the bolts I cannot even imagine the next right step to take anymore.
Oh I Scream… What I would have given for your arms and smile …as I passed on …Forevermore…
October 30,2006
The Authors comments:
I personally wrote this song for someone I know and knew. Sadly, roughly 10 years ago, life as they knew it tragically completely ended! Someone else, that was leaving a party, struck them so hard their world, as they knew it, made a complete 180 degree change.
They lost everything they cherished and worked so hard to please and make better. This major accident terminated their former ability to out reason anyone on a dime. Now to them constant confusion appears to have erased all forms of reality.
Some once said, "In God we trust", "God save the Queen". I say, "God ease the mental pain, of victims of an innocent seen! "
May the one I so boldly once knew, "Someday" be re-united, with the tragic one I know now!
Sir F.B. ‘02
Key To An American Dream
An American Dream can be answered
For anyone that truly holds the Dream
Can open its door
To realize it
"IF"
In their heart
They hold the key.
November 01,2006
Authors comments:
What's the KEY? Only each ones heart knows what and how to use the needed KEY. But if in doubt, close your eyes and focus on the flag you see, that brought it about to be, and has held it glory high, from 1776 to beyond today. When you open your eyes do see "IF" everything appears the exact same as it did before OR does your outlook on today see a new changing by the process of drifting back in time? If so you found the way to have a TRUE, SWEET, and UNITEDLY FREEDOM FREE Future that some are yet to see.
Teacup Puppy Love
Loves so sweet, loves so kind, as long as the available one is seeing what is available as they look in the mirror. No one is perfect, even though their intentions are solely true. Promises appear to frequently go unanswered, even though the change in circumstances is uncontrollable to the promise maker, but true intentions are all that's in the prayers of the promise of intentions.
Loves so sweet, loves so kind, when the opposite attracts in a new self made atmosphere, and recognizes no stumbling setback in everlasting times. Kind hearted everlasting intentions and ideas escalate the potential growth they can have as two, not as one. The closer their love does get, the more the little puppy's tail rapidly gains loving waging speed.
Oh love is like a longhaired Teacup Dachshund, but for me it is truly crossbreed with the meanest Perinea any one has ever seen and has an attached titanium dedication to me; that inevitably will never let anyone steel my true hearted emotions to them from me! Oh he looks so beautiful cuddly and warm, but show an untrue side that I fail to see and you will see what true hearted dedication truly means.
Love is like an angel looking down, matching true hearted destinies that fail to see each other in the day to day livening chaos that leads each into dismaying anti-prides. Without their angel it creates fears that simply will not go away. Oh, I just came back from a place that has no respect for me. Each day was meant with fling debris and oral copulation that was aimed at all I represented and believed. So what is there to believe; times have changes under the flags I frequently carried and believed. I am in so much dismay, though; my vision is still true, thanks to the dedication my precious Teacup is caring for me.
January 13,2007
The Gambler Returns
Once again, the cold whistle lightly-blows, as the steam engine brings the rusted railcar to a teardrop stop; where not a sound surrounds the only mentally and physically worn bum passenger that steps off… As the steam builds and the whistle softly appears to fade away, the old bum seems to drift back into memory lane. Whereupon suddenly; today started to drift back into yesterday. His dreary eyes began flickering due to what they start to see… Beautiful, fancy, high class Ladies, riding up in fashion to show their bobbles to all who are willing to take a glance to see. As they step up and from their high glossed soft leather horse drawn coach, the blending of their sweet-smelling perfumes aromatically entices the greetings of the three-piece-suit gambler-men. It seemed as if the tune of the Stienwick piano's music, coming out from the whisky scented saloon, was glowing louder as these pocket watchmen and bobbling ladies began walking in. Everyone's prayers were tantalizing the thoughts, perhaps; just maybe, these are the kind of Old-West businessmen that might have brought in a higher class of cash that intriguingly would sparkle up this old town. For moments ago, it was just a fading ghost town, of Gambler want-a-bee's…
There was a Gambler man that always rolled the Morgan Silver Dollars from finger to finger, as he sang a little tune, while weighing out the games in each and every room, "…Oh, my children with each deck I deal you give me magnificent wings that I know will always lift the aces in the whole to love and cherish all that is left when the last deck folds." Each hand he played, as each card landed on the table, he silently prayed, "…Jesus please let the cards fall to where I can happily care for my family at home. Without your aid I know I'm just a blind man trying to rope in the wind. So just one more time …Jesus let the Gamblers kids …WIN ONE LAST TIME."
Oh yes, he played hand after hand, some he won, but most he lost. No matter which way the winnings slid, he always stood and asked the barmaid for another shot. As she handed it to him, he stated from the heart, "With this Tequila, my sons going to rise higher than anyone left sitting at this table tonight." He tossed out his Morgan that was rolling through his hand and he told all the gorgeous women who were surrounding him, "Watch my Angels Fly! " His cards hit the table as he pulled them up into his hands. All behind him began to weep as they saw a "Four Different Suite Straight". It was obvious it was the last game for the night, for all had bowed out, but the Gambler and the cigar puffing General, who grind as he saw all around the Gambler shaking their heads as they began to walk away. The Gambler had one last draw, one last chip, so he stood one last time and asked the gorgeous barmaid that had been resting against his hip, "It's time for one last shot to bring my sons home! "
As he downed his shot he stated, "With this Tequila, my sons are going to rise." "Jesus please let the cards fall to where I can happily care for my family at home tonight." "…Oh, my children with each deck I deal or have dealt, you give me magnificent wings that I know will always lift the Aces in the whole to love and cherish all that is left when the last deck folds."
As the Gambler discarded all cards in hand and tossed his last Morgan on the table, like each time before, he then states, "Pardon me General, my kids are coming home, so could you pass me all five of my cards face up, for this lucky Morgan's waiting to take us home? " The General laughs as he goes to deal with the last hand of worn out, sweaty, whisky scented playing cards. For through the stifling puff of his cigar he sees his personal hand is a stacked Full House high.
Before the General could even get the first card facing up, to be touching down, the Gamble had just the sweetest look as he said, "Hello Ronald, my oldest son! " The Gambler had the same reaction before the second card could land, "Hello Dennis, my second oldest son! " Like clockwork as the third card flew the Gambler, with high glossed eyes said, "It's good to see you Sammy, my third heart driven son! " And low and behold as the fourth card flew the Gambler smiled and said, "Well hello P.J. my youngest son! " The General was totally baffled for he had just interlaced four Aces for the Morgan Bobbling Gambler man.
The General started pushing the full table's earnings onto the Gamblers way, but tears started to fall from the Gamblers eyes, "General, sir, I've got to have my last card …I told you my family is coming home! " So, the General tossed the Gamblers last card his way and low and behold just as soft as a gentle spring breeze the "Queen of Hearts" landed evenly across all four Aces and the Gambler broke down and cried, "I knew you'd come and hold us all together Angela, my oldest pride and joy!
"Now as the winnings of this game gets back on the train and carries you all a-wondering back, rest assure you're old man, the Gambler, played his heart out FOR ALL OF YOU; like you did for him, all those Years Before", conveyed the Gambler in his true old west phrases.
"…Oh, my children with each deck I deal or have dealt, you give me magnificent wings that I know will always lift, the Aces in the Whole, to love and cherish all that is left when the Last Deck Folds" … This was repeatedly heard from the Gamblers voice, time after time, as the trains whistle did blow, and the wheels started turning… slipping… turning… as it slowly set the train in motion… Once again it was yesterday's repeating of love. For the train and gambler began to fade away, back-in-time; like true hearted gambling ghost want-a-bees….
Written By: Free Bird 02
Started January 1,2007, on a cruise to the Cozumel, Mexico
Finished 5: 18am January 20,2007
Authors Comments:
The Gambler in this story is in reference to an extremely openhearted individual who very kindheartedly longed to aid others who were seeking Hands-Up assistance to their dreams. Because of this "The Gambler" became his nickname and simultaneously his Citizen Band Radio handle.
Kenny Rogers started this legacy name when he came out with the movie "The Gambler"! The irony at that point in time was both Gamblers looked incredibly similar; one was a singer/actor while the other was an everyday man taking realistic gambles in seeing things come out right. This theme song fit both Gamblers to a "Tee" …" You got to know when to hold them, know when to fold them, know when to walk away, and know when to run! ! ! "
Because my father had picked up on the essence of all the good Old-West traits, his legacy was set in motion and granted him with this nick name that described his true character beyond question.
The tragic conclusion in this sweet story is, though there is a frequent reminder of my Father's hospitality to others, as well as myself, like most people who feel all good stories eventually come to an end …oh but could they, occasionally, be like history and repeat themselves! For the Gambler in this story passed away December 24,2002, in a terrible automobile accident on Interstate Five, between Eugene and Portland, Oregon.
So occasionally I have dreams and thoughts about this role model man, who is now gone, but his thoughts will forever carry me on. Daddy forever more, may each time my life feels like the worn bum passenger of life, will you once again grant me the step back in time, where the Bobbling of the Morgan Silver Dollar, once again, gives me a winning hand… I Love You Daddy, My Gambler! ! !
Written By: Free Bird 02
Home Sweet Home
Oh you were the one I've always wished for. Oh you're the one I dreamed of doing more for. Oh my Baby, please, I beg of you, always hold my hand and whisper in my ear, so we will both know our dreams are destine to be sweet and sincere.
I know there's no tears as you're walking out the door. Your eyes were heart brokenly dry, mine were weeping in their own little baffled world. Oh for how many years did this love appear to be in the same beautiful book? How many times did tears fall on separate pages, in this smearing ink book? Oh whose eyes could see …oh who knows, could you, not me? All I know is I spent every minute attempting to mesmerize you, the one I loved. But it seemed I only appeared to be transparent, not sweet, nor sincere. My tear glands would freeze each time I saw your tears begin to fall, for I never knew what to say or do! Oh Baby, you rattled my walk, enchanted my wishes, but I just couldn't answer your unspoken dreams! …Please take me home today.
Oh Baby each time tears would take the sparkle from your eyes, I just wouldn't know what to say or do. No my pride stifling fear would freeze my mind, preventing me from even fathoming how to sooth each drop that went weapingly down your luscious cheeks. No, all I could do was pray for a way to stop the tears from the one I loved so dear. As the more tears drizzled, the more mesmerizing fizzled, and the two hearts destine to be as one, began to drift due to the loss of hand held fun. …Please take me home today.
Oh Baby I know we were meant to be. Look at the years it took me to see, what to do when your eyes drift my way, longing to lovingly whisper what you prayed. Everything worth having takes time with desiring drive in ones mind. It took me so many years of just stumbling to fall, that sentenced me to be alone, but at last I have learned how to sweetly understandingly hold a to true shot in time, with the Baby who's always been on my mind. Oh please say, "Yes you see, the true sincerity in me." For all I've longed for, was a home sweet home …to come home too. But if you can not, I will bow and walk away. Then with my hands held high, I will give my last prayer, "Good Lord, Please take me HOME …Today! ! ! "
February 12,2007
Ocean Deep Love
From sea to shining sea
It never gets too deep to remind me of you
For longing
For wishing
Promising dreams are destine to come true
Especially when one feels as dedicated as I… to you
For the feelings you grant me
Overcome temporary tragedies that in reality
… Are Only Fallacies.
A simple smile with
Words from your heart
Reunite what was believed to be desolation of the heart
So tonight
Once again
I will go to sleep with dreams of the past, present, and future
Where I know the tears will cease and the happiness will reunite.
So my sweet dear
Lay your pretty head on your soft warm pillow
Dream of me
Dream of we
And soon the seas will part
So as destiny says
We can stand hand in hand
…Heart to Heart.
November 2005
Nobel Peasant Pride
I was born a peasant with Nobel Pride. The Gods I cherish shine in your eyes. For I battle unjust actions, but kneel to dedicated Sincere Try's. So as long as your blessed eyes help me see, all the things Nobel Pride can bring. Then the day I rest, I will not die, for the hands I touched along the way, will eternally carry on, in their NEW FOUND WAY!
Orchards of Paradise
See the trees so strong and true
…Like the one who longs to hold you.
See the blossoms glow and grow
…Like the love that knows you.
Feel the fruit dangling down
…So soft, firm, and true.
May it glisten forever …Like I'm dedicated in showing you
...I long to do!
Why'd Momma Try
She awoke in the dawn
Holding a gift
Her heart would support
For oh so long.
In adolescent...
She taught them to walk.
In teenage...
She taught them to talk.
In adult hood...
She still teaches them to 'Walk On'
To 'Speak Softly and Strong'
And never forget...
To pass on insight
To Sweet Childs on Mine.
Why does the sun rise
Why does the moon set
Why does love come and go...
Who really knows?
Why does Momma Always try...
Because Momma is...
For you and I.
When Does Adolescence End
Adolescences ends, when the adult pretends, their world is the only world, till the end.
Daddy come home. Mommy don't roam. There's still a child at home. This child knees and cry's, 'Oh mommy, oh daddy what did I do wrong, what could I do, to let you come home? '
Oh adolescences end's, when an adult pretends, their world is the only world, till the end. Daddy's still gone, mommy still roams, the tears still here, but the child's not at home. Confusion leads to adult plea, 'I'm not a mommy, I'm not a daddy, All does wrong but me, even though I can not bring mommy and daddy home! '
Oh adolescences end's, when the adult pretends, their world is the only world, till the end.
Age matures as silver drifts down and once again there's a child heart at home. This child kneels and prays, 'God let me pass down, to my little ones, love always comes back around, home is where the heart is, and worlds intertwine... one day at a time.
Oh adolescences never ends, adults just pretend, their world is the only world, till the end.
Fall of 1997
Sweet Telephone Delight
Oh yes sweet telephone delight. Talking to you blows my mind, time after time. Though we maybe miles apart, I can still feel the soft caressing from your passionate beating heart.
Oh yes early morning delight, you come across Ma-Bell, reminding me why I long for you even more, now that I do get to hear your sweet voice. Oh Telephone delight.
Oh telephone delight, it's bringing back dreams of you holding me so tight. Oh loves candles burning bright, giving the other back the passions delight. Oh where I long to lay you down, and let you feel what I feel each time you cumm around. Oh, oh Babie delight, whisper across the line one more time!
Oh yes sweet telephone delight. Reminiscing about times we swept away... all day... all night. Yes we maybe miles apart, but the flames you're starting to roar with your teasing whispering heart. Is causing an early morning delight Ma-Bells bringing you home for a short period of time, what a delight, your voice even says your mine.
Oh telephone delight, it's bringing back dreams of you holding me so tight. Oh loves candles burning bright, giving the other back the passion of delight. Oh where I long to lay you down, and let you feel what I feel each time you cumm around.
Oh, oh Babie delight, Whisper across the line one more time!
July 30,2005
Land of the Green and the Greed
Welcome to the Home of the Red, White, and Blue.
Or were YOU forced into the Land Of The Green and Greed.
Where Capitalism Immorally, Unethically, and Unconstitutionally Forced You to Moan…
The Stifled Blues? ! ! !
If You Choose to Grasp the Eagles Light We Will Return You To...
The Home of the Red, White, and Blue.
Dice of Life
Once for Oregon, twice for Georgia, here goes the dice, in Ok-la-homa. For we have been stuck in the middle, way to long. Oh honey, sing me the song, I'll put it in gear and drive us home. Oh you know we longed, cried, and sighed, for this day, so long. Baby hold on, I swear, I will get us there, this time.
Oh yes, once for Oregon, twice for Georgia, here goes the dice, in Ok-la-homa. Halfway, stuck in the middle, is now, yesterday. Look in your eyes, feel from your heart, I guarantee, holding hands, faith, will start. We can't see, beyond reality; but hopes and dreams of yesterday, feel so warm today.
Oh baby, once for Oregon, twice for Georgia, here goes the dice, in Ok-la-homa. I don't care if its once or twice, the rise to sincerity, on the map, is both up and down, honey its only out of this town. Hold on, smile once more, I know your life will rise, when we reach the shore.
Oh baby, lets go once more, lets go twice, lets just get there, past the night. Once is Oregon, twice is Georgia, here goes the dice, in Ok-la-homa. (fade) Once is Oregon, twice is Georgia, here goes the dice, in Ok-la-homa...
Dreams
Is there a dream, one that matches your heart? One that can be delivered with a prayer it's only cost. Or is it a drift, in foggy seas, like the world renowned Glamour Ship. With both hands are on the steering strip, but neutral in its bits, for there's no true vision, in the Glamour Ship.
Wake up gently, and peak by the phone, for you may hear, the message of the dream calling home. Listen closely for the voice may be clear, it may be my heart that loves you so dear. And though it might not know, the details of your dreams, thanks to its sincerity and the voice from above, your dreams are here with the one holding the phone.
So not matter how the sun does shine, if it starts to twinkle, your dreams will enlighten, whom it blesses, one more time. It won't be hid, in yesterday's clothes, in ones disguising makeup, for a tear or a smile, will bring your dreams, to the voice, on the phone. I am here, till the day is gone, yes, the day I die.
Though some days, may seem unclear honey, I'm still here. Your dreams, thanks to the one above, will be carried in my heart. Honey, never fear, though your dreams once did drift from the Glamour Ship, there now in bound, in the voice of the one, that graciously holds the phone. Not mysteriously bound by the Captain of the Glamour Ship.
Babie Are You Confused
Babie are you confused, are there illusions in your world that keep you from pondering what to do? Is life really that confusing, or are you just content to lie, where the only things that can be seen, are the pictures you hung, to keep this masquerading disguise, in your eyes?
Babie are you confused, are my feeling towards you, not catching up to you? I climb mountains by day, and reach higher by grasping stars at night; to show you how much you bring me sweet delight! So let me caress you, as we take down the misconception pictures that have temporarily eluded your life.
Babie are you confused...I know I am. For your mental hermitry, keeps my heart burning with desire, that I fear may never transpire, just quietly die. Babie just wake up, don't pretend, there still is a real world out there, and I hold it quietly in my hands.
Babie are you confused... it is blessed to those, who let their lovingness show, as it transpires.
August 14,2005
Mystifying Insight Delight
Babie I want you, Babie I need you, but the tears do fall, because I'm never going to have you! Times feel right, but ecstasy between us is no where in sight... tonight. Babie I love you, Babie I dream to please you, but time has not transpired, to show you. Oh romance between us, is just a mystifying insight away. Yes, Babie I long to hold you. For Babie I Feel your warm heart beating, in my dreams every night. True love between us, is an everlasting in sight delight. Babie, yes for us, Romantic Ecstasy is a Mystifying Insight Delight tonight! ! !
Chaos…The Thief of Life
As I awoke today, the sun shown down, and began to brighten all I could wish fore, come any day. I was finally the King on top of the hill, and the Palaces cup was over flowing still. Then in a blink of an eye, the black hearted Jester tossed me from my throne, as he took all I gave so much to have and hold. Now as time goes by, I'm so bobbled in my mind. For others intentions really blow my mind, because I no longer possess, what they wish I grant them this time. Now life is nothing but repetitively illuminating Chaos, that no one seems to see, other than me. For their so caught up in their own little world, that no one can see, past their blind eyes. There appears to be, no rational, no glimpse of hope, for the ones that think like you and I. Chaos chokes down, hand in hand pride, while lifting insincerity to where its concerning their deceitfulness, unlike before, why its an achievable believable score... is baffling for sure. Oh I'm running from chaos tonight, I'm going to find an anti-sanities delight. Yes, there has to be a helping hand, looking for the same Promised Land, the one I saw before the Jester bobbled me off my Throne of just reward. Yes let's rise to the grey Promised Land, the one we both can see, vague in the night, from tree to tree. And just like before, we will aid all who truly wish us for. No nothing is as clear as it once was, but those who continue to try, in the end will reap with grand pride. As I awoke today, the sun shown down, and began to brighten all I could wish for, come any day. I was finally the King on top of the hill, and the Palace cup was in over fill. Then in a blink of an eye, Chaos stole it all like the Gesture Thief in the night, as it turned out my perception of helping hand delight. As I fell to my knees, Chaos said, 'Forever rest in Peace! " Good night Chaos, good night!
Hot Lady
She's Hot in the night; oh I bet she feels so right, if she ever holds the man of her dreams, oh so tight. No she's not free; her price depends on ones loyalty. No beating around the bush, no reaching out behind the eyes that can see beyond just a gentle touch. She's a Hot chance, oh burning in every glance. A one in a million shot, bending even the promised man, wearing another ones wedding band. Oh speak to me genitally, touch me oh so softly, and you'll see you found, the man with your heart, as his only loving plan. They say no ones that way anymore. Give me the Old Loving Touch, by weigh the Modern Day Old Time Sincerity Score. She's Hot in the night; oh I bet she feels so right, when she holds her dreamy man, oh so tenderly. No she don't easily walk away, once she finds the one who gives her fuel, to ignite her loving heart. Yes for her dreaming glance, the price is high; one must meet her eye to eye. Show true concern for her, in exchange for the dedication she gives in return to them, every day. For the closer you get, the more she begins to fall. Yes falling in love with the man, that before was just a dream... Yes in true love, the faster she falls, the deeper he falls, to the point they can only lovingly hold on, and take each day in a new learned way, not in the old test for a loving way. Yes she's Hot; she melts him with every thought. Yes she's so Hot, she burns in the day, and glows in the night. She catches every glance, even turns the blind mans eyes, as her Hot ember-ed body passes them by. Don't get close, if your heart for her is untrue. For her stifling flames will spontaneously com-bust the conceited you. There are ashes all down the trail of her past, where her Hot combustibility ended each insincere speech and glance. So as you see her lovingly holding another hand, give her praise, for she did find the true hearted man that will give to her, theirs Every Time. Oh she's so Hot both day and night... Hot, Hot, Hot Day and Night...
Dreams of Time in a Bottle
If time was in a bottle
And you had a bottle for every time I gave my dedication
To ease your troubled mind.
Would you hide them in a closet
Where no one else could see
What you feel they would only believe
Were just dreams that had been misconceived?
Or would you build yourself a wishing well
Where when the gentle breeze did blow
You would hear the pleasant reminders
Of all the triumphs and tribulations
That helped me ease and please the sweet mind
I had oh so longed to hold...
Till the end of time.
Yes thanks to the dreams
That rest with in the time in the bottle
Their memories would drift back
For as the breeze did blow
Their seals will gently be unwound
Releasing their beautiful fragrance
Letting escaping emotions
Re-unit Love...
That would no longer silently being longed...
Only from the past.
All in All…Everything's Alright
Babie we ain't done nothing wrong. We've just been loosing, at finding a true lover oh so long. So you secretly worry about trusting what you see in me, the same as I failed to see, the true loves sincerity, from you to me. Oh I fear you don't even know who I am. I've lost so many times before, just like you, that's for sure. So how could I trust you are the same sweet girl, you we're before? Oh can you truly see, what I do for you, or are you just like the mistakes I've made before? They always tried to read between the lines, of dedicated emotions of mine, to see what's the possible cost, IF I am only misconceiving, trying to only take away even more, from the weak by the greedy, they had seen from someone else before.
Babie we ain't done nothing wrong. We've just been loosing, at finding a true lover, oh so long. So you secretly worry about trusting in what you see in me, the same I failed to see, the true loves sincerity, from you to me. Just like the broken page in your 'Book of Dreams', you fear that's all you're getting IF you start trusting me, even IF I Breath, 'You're so special to me! ' Oh what am I really trying to force you to believe? You've had Short Time Love, so many times before, but the price you'd pay always out weighed the Short Romantic Score. So what makes me any different than the losses in your past? Unlike them, I'm still here, solely longing and desiring to lovingly hold your hand, till we both breathe our last... Oh Babie turn the page and weigh out OUR Total Score, for one only looses a longing dream when they give up and walk away! Oh it's all in the page of the present, not just the past!
Oh Babie we ain't done nothing wrong. Its just time to trust our hearts, what we see in each other, is truly meant for us, yes you and me. No we ain't done nothing wrong, its just time to realize the loosing days are gone. Babie, it's not wrong, to win the dream one has longed, now that the days of loosing are gone...
Love In Four-Four Time
Tell me your dreams, close your eyes, and hold onto me while we erase what's outside the door tonight. Love is a complicated issue, but a need from the heart, does not let true lovers drift apart. So tell me if it's true, do you need me as I need you? I'll just sit here for a while, and listen to all your hopes and dreams, then I'll let you know, I long to go, and cast these dreams onto shooting stars, so they will light up your world, that I so long to share, with the Lady I've needed from the start.
Dreams and schemes of lost and satin thing's can be erased, when you find someone truly needs you, time after time. Speak out and define, what true love means on your mind, and which dream never lets you rest, till you can see it for the first time, and it feels the best. Does the ring with 'I DO', answer dreams you cherish, oh so true, or is it just a steppingstone, to erase dreams that never came true; long ago?
Sweet Lady I swear I' am true, I long to be with you. I need all you are, to lift my dreams to the stars. My Dreams of Loving You! Tell me your dreams, close your eyes, and hold onto me, while we erase what's outside the door tonight. Define what's in four-four time, to ease your troubled mind. Help me lighten the score, so you'll peacefully rest once more, in the arms of the one who truly Need's and Loves all you have still, again, once more. While your comfortably lying with me, mer-mer what you hope to see, you hope to feel, you hope the good Lord will grant us, due to our openhearted dedication to we.
Everlasting is for you and I, because we are pleased to see, our friendship, partnership, love affair, is the answer to everyone's dream… of an everlasting marital scheme! Tell me your dreams, close your eyes, and hold onto me, while we erase what's outside the door tonight...
Sweet Lady, I swear I' am true, I long to be with you. I need all you are, to lift my dreams to the stars, My Dreams of Loving You! Tell me your dreams, close your eyes, and hold onto me, while we erase what's outside the door tonight. True loves needed in four-four time, to ease two lovers, peace-of-mind. Meet in the middle, its no riddle, it's just the simple way to convey, 'I need you, you need me, let's hold the dreams we both cherish and believe! '
Passed Onto Purgatory or Hell…
The Lord is in session, my case is at no appeal, lack of comprehension of his intentions seems to outweigh All Nobel Deeds I've done, inquest to follow his misconceived intentions by me... I wish I could have died in your arms. I wish I could have died with your smile in my eyes as I passed on. But it never fails, what you long for, never appears. So I just shed my tears, as out goes the lights, forevermore; from daylight to dark, but I will long forevermore... Oh God answer my deafness that left me with rejection of prayers, tome after time. I did all I understood that you asked, year after year. Now I can not decide; 'IF' I Died, am I stuck in Purgatory or Hell. I still try to do as I did before the lights went out, but once again, all I do goes unanswered to my plea. I wish I could have died in your arms. I wish I could have died with your smile in my eyes, as I passed on. But it never fails, what you long for, never appears. So I just shed my tears, as out goes the lights, forevermore; from daylight to dark, but I will long forevermore... Did I miss your message of calling? Was I blind before the lights went out and now in a state of total confusion? Or is this a further, deeper, testing of serenities dedication? For I just do not comprehend each loss each time I reach out with a helping hand. Oh God; is this Purgatory or Hell or have I just been dammed and cast inside the Dark Chamber that eyes cannot see to the top of each never ending wall? Is the justification due from me not understanding, before the lights went out; just like it remains...I do not understand! I wish I could have died in your arms. I wish I could have died with your smile in my eyes, as I passed on. But destiny can turn out cold, as one shivers all alone and the lights permanently go out, with so many answers to life's questions untold. Oh but I will Love you...forevermore... Now I am feeling permanently feeling helpless, no-one, nothing, seems to have the desire to ease my pain! I hear thunder, I see lightning, but between each bolt I cannot even imagine the next right step to take, anymore. Oh I Scream...What I would have given for your arms and smile...as I Passed On...Forevermore...
Blind Mental Image
I saw a blind man trying to cross the road, late to night. Longing for the hand that could get him there safely... 'Oh please just one more time! ' Then I see you, the young girl feeling she is growing old, with no true romance to hold, to get her safely... into the heart of the other side. Why do I see, she sees this world only with the aid of her red tipped cane? Just like the blind man, spending hours searching for a helping hand... that he can't find to night again! I gave all I ever had, to give to you all you though you never had. When your Romance is running, Daddies how your calling. Oh Babie, yes I love you true, but my bags are up side down, and I fear you won't give me the time to say a prayer, in order to be refilling them just for you! Yes Babie your Daddies magical bags are all but dry! I see a farmer pulling a plow, but his mule is starting to stumble, for the rocks he's pulling through, is making his hooves chip and crumble. But like your Daddy, the acreage is still barely plowed and to answer your prayers; he'll be biting at the bit, till all get to see your new crop rise. So Babie lets rasp off the hooves, give a little feed and water tonight, and then tomorrow we can step together, fresh in four-four time. I gave all I ever had, to give to you all you thought you never had. When your Romance is running, Daddies how your calling. Oh Babie, yes I love you true, but my bags are all up side down, and I fear you won't give me the time to say a prayer, in order to be refilling them just for you! Yes Babie your Daddies magical bags are all but dry! I saw a blind man trying to cross the road, late to night. Longing for the hand that could get him there safely... 'Oh Please just one more time! ' Then I saw you, the young girl feeling she is growing old, with no true romance to hold, to get her safely... into the heart of the other side. What a blind mental image hurting both the Young and Old... Oh So Cold! ! !
July 29,2005
Fire Blazing Pen
Its 2a.m., the pens on fire in my hand, jotting down in a blaze, the memories of you and what used to be. No, most can not see, how this a.m. could let anyone grieve. But the more I mentally toss and turn; the tears make me yearn, for the one who is by my side... No More. What a Heart Burning Score. Its 3a.m., the pen's still on fire in my hand, but the paper is starting to smolder, for the heat from my pen and my heart, are roaring strong and bolder. You said, 'I DO... Forever I'll Be True! ', now where The HELL ARE YOU? Oh there is a lot more to say, but now the papers a blaze, and my comprehension is at 'Never Clear', with you gone... The One I Loved So Dear. What a Heart Burning Score. Its 4a.m., the pen has melted in my hand, and all around me is burning to the ground. If it ever crosses your mind, what you lost by avoiding your gift in time, drive by your former address, and sift through the ashes, just maybe you'll find my last request. Though it will appear all is nothing but carbon dust, cast a loving breath among them, and you might find, you have the power to resurrect the true hearted soul that burned for you....ah yes a burning hearts last request, 'Forever let me lay by your side, to show I passed the The True Loves Test! ' What a Heart Breaking and Burning Scoring Test! ! !
July 26,2005
Shadow of Scars
Shadowed by scars
Bring about memories of Christ's chains
Where Father claimed
He Loved ALL
But Satan claimed Love would end
...Oh Shadow of the Scars.
Empty Plan in hand is for the Blind Man
Follow by faith will make things right
So in Christ's hands fall to sleep tonight
For tomorrows mist will rise and scars will fall
Yes there always is another day
...Oh Shadow of the Scars.
Revelation brought condemnation to an end
Spiritual minded did win
Righteousness will bond the begging to the end
Oh ride high
Thanks to the erasing
...of the Shadow of the Scars.
God has given
Christ has risen
His blood's dripping from heaven
Oh how Holy is the spirit
For thanks to Trinity…
We are Blessed tonight
Though The Shadow was a Scar
...It will never be an Illusionary Mask.
If We
If We were We
Would we be At home...
With you and me?
If We could soar
Would we want more
Than an even score
Could lift us for?
If, If was If
And We weren't We
What other question
Could lift either of We?
I Am
I am what I am
Because you love me.
Because you do what you do
I'll be what I'll be
Because You love me.
For you no mountains to high
No oceans to deep
I'll Climb high Swim deep...
Because you love me.
Now I am what I am
Because you NO love me.
With out you
I do what I do
I'll be what I'll be
Because you NO love me.
For now the mountains are under the sea
All oceans are over the peaks
I'll drowned high
Fall deep
Because you NO love me.
Ah but now...
I am what I am
Because I am who I am.
For I Do what I do
I'll be what I'll be...
For me.
For I...
No mountains to high
No oceans to deep
I'll climb high
Swim deep
Because...
I LOVE.
Fall of 1997
Promises of Nevermore
Can You handle sincerity
And give it back
To the one who longs to see
Your Pleasuring score!
Empty Promises
Are 'Never More'...
From Me...
What about You...
For Sure?
I Promise
For You to become mesmerized
The day You Choose
To let Romance
Take Us Together...
Side By Side!
July 25,2005
Modern Day Fathers
The judge's gavel said, 'You're on your own.' 'The sheets are parted, your no longer welcome... at home.' As time goes on, your mind can be dazed, but your children quietly remind you, 'Daddy what I see is in your heart.'
Sometimes insight comes from above. For todays letter read... 'Daddy though you didn't see, what I drew in class today; nor what I got for attendance, I'll bet you'll believe I got the grades you said I could. And this is my gift to you; from me. Daddy though he tried to help me hard, daddy he can't see, your what I truly need and my daddy he'll never be; no, my daddy he'll never be, love your son... Bobby.'
The judge's gavel said, 'You're on your own.' 'The sheets are parted, your no longer welcome... at home.' As time goes on, your mind can be dazed, but your children quietly remind you, 'Daddy what I see is from you heart.'
As the years went by, time helped me smile. I too found someone to replace what was gone. She helped me see, the desire to meet little ones needs, who feel I'll never be... Daddy. Though I believe in till death do we part, now I See, where the father verses father's part... comes from the heart. For on one knee is she and the letter in hand is he. Oh sweet child's of mine. Yes sweet child's of mine. Love you... Daddy.
The judge's gavel said, 'You're on your own.' 'The sheets are parted, your no longer welcome... at home.' As time goes on, your mind can be dazed, but your children quietly remind you, 'Daddy what I see is from your heart.' 'Daddy what I see is from your heart.'
Summer 1997
An Ambitious Woman
I once fell in love with a pretty young thing. She said all she wanted was a big diamond ring, and my arms to hold her when the nights grew colder. But after a year her eyes drifted away.
She started looking to the top of the hill. An ambitious woman, courting a successful career. In these times that are changing, all I have left, is this band of gold and her heart filled faxed regrets.
Some call it progress, but I call it a shame. When an ambitious women, puts out loves flame. A flame that roared like thunder, no way to be put out, was traded in for the keys to the executive's lounge.
Now listen my brothers and I'll give you a clue. If she's fixing up her hair and her clothes won't due, if she's staying up all night on a 'Red Eyed Flight', it won't be long till your singing these blues.
Some call it progress, but I call it a shame. When an ambitious woman puts out loves flame. A flame that roared like thunder, no way to be put out, was traded in for the keys to the executive's lounge. I once fell in love with a pretty young thing...
Summer of 1989
Heart Bound Dignity
Golden Bands are the Loyalty of Royalty
If Royalty was found in Loyalty
Then based on the heart beating gems
I place at your feet
From all I try and long to do for you
It would not take long
For the whole world to see
You are the true Queen Of my sincerity
And I must be...
The True White Knight
That longs to be
Forever Crowned with Thee
In Heart Bound Dignity.
July 24,2005
Marital Menagerie
So you say; you don't believe in power plays, plays that come from misconceptions, of your feelings that day. Then if you ever choose to realize the misconception in your eyes, of all I have said and done, that in your minds eyes, let you run, back to where... all do say, 'Never trust him, no way, no more! ' 'I tried to tell you, he was more evil then the black eyes of the setting sun! ' As you are the one walking away, you say, 'I hate liars, I hate thief's', how can this be true, when coming from the one, who proclaimed on the alter so soft and so true, 'Through good times and bad, I will always be there, no matter what we did or did not have.'
Now you're lying about forever loving me, much more than just a friend could ever wish to see, and in the same breath and stride, you're stealing my yearning heart, with thievery pride! Now the closer you get to the Ones of The True Power Play, the ones that does not care about your true feelings anyway, you being to mumble, you begin to weep, 'Feel for me, I am a lost sheep! ' Just one question, as I let you go, what will you do when this menageries is gone, like six times before? Will you wander back to the one, with their last gasping breath, always helps you heal your wounded body and soul. Or is this the final page, in what appeared to be a never ending romantic mystery? I can no longer see, the projected out come, thanks to your one sided legacy.
July 20,2005
Rags To Riches and Back Again
Rags to Riches, then Riches to Rags, which way shows the most, if Either Way I'm still lying down with the one I long to have? If I am standing on top of the world or falling to the bottom of the sea, which way displays my hearts true desires, If… holding you is the sweet answer, to my plea? Question after question, there should never be, for only the blind can not see, the sweet intuitions from the intentions I overwhelmingly gave to rapacity thee. For my love is a blindness, thanks to your grace and fineness, your the sweetest thing I've ever known or seen. One day you'll see, I am not what others lead you to believe, because all the good they just can not conceive, due to others that brought you tragedy.
Oh, Rags to Riches, then Riches to Rags, which way shows the most, if Either Way I'm still lying down at your side? If I am standing on top of the world or falling to the bottom of the sea, which way displays my hearts true desires, If… I'm still sincerely holding onto thee? I chose to see, what most don't believe... you could ever be! I knew in my heart, together we'd always be, facing the world whole, even though occasionally the wind gusts would blow, and force us to rely on each others longing delights. For deep in my heart, which is flying with my soul, has the sincerest feelings, you could ever hope to know.
Oh, Rags to Riches, Riches to Rags, which way shows the most, if Either Way I'm still lying down with the one I love the most? If I'm standing on top of the world or falling to the bottom of the sea, which way displays my hearts true desires, If I'm still the one burning, due to your romantic fires? Oh Rags to Riches, Riches to Rags, and then Back Again, If we are still arm in arm, it was worth all the prices that at the end; were realized to be only pretend. I will never be untrue... For the loss of Your Love, is more than I can do! ! !
July 19,2005
Love's Drifting Tides
Tender and True
Me and You
While I love you tender
Could you love me true
So we both can see
Our true love…
Was meant for You & Me!
When suspicious clouds drift in
Causing us to redefine
Where we did begin
Do we step forward…
Hand in hand
Or
Drift apart…
Due to shifting sand.
Never fear my dear
FOR my heart can see
Us forever together
Even as we drift
IN life's times…
Of trying tides.
Oh yes,
The first cuts were the deepest
But as it heals
Love is Resurrected
With true hearted Intellectual pride
And My Pride
Will Always BE...
With You!
July 19,2005
There Goes My Life, My Wife…
Goodbye Babie, there goes my wife, there goes my life... Well once upon a time, through miles we've traveled, and even occasionally things unraveled, that makes you wonder about my sincerity, 'Is he really true? " Well Ba-a-abie, don't you know, in my dreams of searching for you, I have come a long, long way. Yes I long to find away to show you... 'I Do Love You So'! Oh the sun is getting brighter, and my sweat is starting to pour, but I won't turn back till my Ba-a-abies... back in my arms once more. Goodbye Babie, there goes my wife, there goes my life... Oh just to see you smile Ba-a-abie, I proved I'd do anything. I didn't have the cash, but for your dreams I found the way at last, the way that let you see, and my heart was working very hard for you to forever be pleased. I had to; yes I had to see you smile. So when you said, 'I'm leaving Atlanta! " I dropped all I had, yes I couldn't see the loss, no to be with you was worth the cost. Now we are struggling to make days meet, but who cares, as long as we have each other to hold so sweet. Oh Ba-a-abie... I long to hold you, my wife. Goodbye Babie, There Goes My Wife, there goes my life... You say you walked away, due to premonitions based on yesterday. So to see you smile, I bowed down on one knee and granted you leaving me. I said, 'I bless all the happiness you might find in life, without being my wife.' And to see you smile, I'd tell you the same heart broken lie one more time! Because oh Babie, you were a miracle for me, you brought in sun shine on my darkest days. Now Babie, I will Neal and pray, someday, your light will shine again on me. Oh Ba-a-abie, My Sweet La-a-ady, oh yes My Sweet Ba-a-abie... I Lo-o-ove you.
July 17,2005
Two Hearts Final Score
If True Love has you in you're final Stance
And you're pointing your Sword towards the ones
That Defy True Romance.
Then stand behind me
With your sword in just one hand
And the other on Your True Hearted Man
Then back to back we'll face all others.
For I will Lead you onto where
There are no more days of deep despair
And WE will cast out the signal
'All Beware' 'Two Hearted Swords'...
'Do Reap The Truly Romantic Reward.'
July 16,2005
Whispering Winds of Delight
See how the breeze, when humming through the trees, really blows my mind, cause it starts me thinking about you. Thinking back in time, when being with me, pleased you like it did for me every time. But now memories are all I have left to keep me true, yes in my mind I'm frequently thinking about you. Yes walking in the sand, strolling hand in hand, like the breeze in the trees, it really blew my mind. Kissing in the park, talking after dark, made me desire even more, than I felt while being without the one I adored. So I placed a ring on your hand, and promised with you I would stand, this day and every day, for I will always be your True Hearted Forever Man. See how the breeze, when humming through the trees, really blows my mind, cause it starts me thinking about you. Thinking back in time when being with me, pleased you like it did for me every time. But now memories, are all I have to keep me true, yes in my mind I'm frequently thinking about you. Now when you go wondering through the trees, at night, does the sound through them still bring much delight, or is the voice of loneliness just a chanting of your loss of True Delight. Listen close, feel the damp blowing breeze, for this is the whispering voice of my sweet longing tears. Reach back into your secret hiding place, and resurrect the memory of a true hearted caress, and place it back on your hand, for I am still your True Hearted Forever Man. See how the breeze, when humming through the trees, really blows my mind, cause it starts me thinking about you. Thinking back in time when being with me, pleased you like it did for me every time. But now memories are all I have to keep me true, yes in my mind I'm frequently thinking about you.
July 15,2005
Fight For…
Babie true romance; isn't what you see, at a casual glance. No it's what's worth 'Fighting For', for one will know, once your home, is their home, no more is there searching for, just a longing score. Yes occasionally there may be short comings that remind one of the days of longing. But never fear my dear, a small simple glimpse of what one once feared, reminds them what they 'Fought For', and Now Have So Sincere. So Babie take a grasp in time, and walk on with your hand in mine. Never fear, for the more you speak from the heart, will truly make it impossible, to break us apart. Though occasionally just like an annual hurricane, ones venting comes in, and when it does, just batten down the hatches, as the wailing of the storm goes bye. Then with the love we gained from 'Fighting For', we'll arm in arm, repair what was temporarily bent by the seasonal storm. Babie true romance, isn't what you see at a glance, no my dear, its worth 'Fighting For', even when it appears you lost, before the gloves came off, to tally the score. So go back to your corner, listen to your coach- your heart, take a deep breath, for this is the 15th round, your round of famous lashing, in which you will give your love bound TKO. You are worth 'Fighting For', I'll never go! ! !
July 14,2005
The Underanged Mental Train
They say, 'I'm mentally deranged', I'm searching for goals no one can obtain. So I chose a train that's on a different track, but unlike them, I know it won't derail as it brings the winnings back. Yes the mountain pass up ahead, its steep, its cold, and its discomfort is striking my longing heart with failure fears that feel oh so old. So I kneel down and look up high, and pray this won't be the end of the line. For what I gave, is nothing to what I'd give even more, to pass that peak, so she could see, I am finally coming home! They say, 'I'm mentally deranged', I'm searching for goals no one can obtain. So I chose a train that's on a different track, but unlike them, I know it won't derail as it brings the winnings back. If it weren't for her, this day would never be. For she helped me see, the Dream Weaver, is the man inside of me! 'Oh stand high, look deep, and listen long, then you'll know what step to take, to make it right not wrong! ' Oh yes I hear you calling, as I feel the Locomotive move. The knight's lights are getting brighter, as I see my dreams of you, are clearly coming true! Now Babie you must know, the only romance that's not going to grow, is the one that's on the train, where the two aren't willing to support or explain, both sides of the train. Then the train derails in the next steep graded curve, for neither could see it coming, due to their own one sided needs in this journey. Oh they say I'm mentally deranged, I'm searching for goals no one can obtain. SO I chose a train that's on a different track, but unlike them, I know it won't derail as it brings the winnings back.
July 13,2005
Yesterday, Today, in Dreams of Tomorrow
Yesterday was a tragedy
Today is a glimpse of hope
Tomorrow is a Possibility...
Of an Awakening Dream of hope.
In each day to follow
Is a pleasant Breath in Realty.
For when ones last day is done
They will forever rest…
In Dreams Yet to Come!
March 7,2005
Holy Cheek, Bloody Tears
Don't cry tonight Baby, no don't cry. I've been gone so long; though you see me everyday, oh inside I just can't carry on. No I don't know where it went wrong, but I will always long for what appears couldn't be.
Don't cry tonight Baby, no don't cry… just live and let die. The cesspool I'm mentally living in, is deeper than my eyes. No don't cry, I've already cried enough for all I ever dreamed would care or try.
Don't cry Baby, it won't last, it's my final gasp. But please don't cry, there's a bloody tear falling down the cheek of the holy one. For he knows I've been so cold for so long and its time to go home.
Don't cry Baby, I'm sorry my true emotions never maid it home. Don't cry Baby, you'll never be alone, though you wont see me, there'll always be a heart at home. Think of me each time you feel… the cold November rain! ! !
April 3,2007
Author's Comments:
Have you ever heard, "One is the loneliest number? " Try being alone in a house of matrimonies Two! The more "One" lovingly gives, the more the other one demands and requires. The only essence of the words, "I love you", comes in the manipulation to get "One" to not realize the mental and financial expense of the up coming request. So if you are the only "One" who posses Love for the other one, kneel and pray to find True Love's Home.
But have no fear, if your romance has you in tears, trusting in your heart will bring you happiness, year after year. Yes, I have worn those shoes, but they do not wear me. My heart keeps me ahead… one step at a time.
Mumbling
PatE, Babie, it's so sad to see, all the things I gave so willingly; meant so little to you. PatE Babie, all is all, in the things you don't know if you no want at all. Now All You have to say is, 'That's just not what I want'; 'No that's not what I need! '... Mumbling... Mumbling.
PatE, Babie, its time to go, for all I gave don't seem to grow, oh no. Mumbling; lack of motion, to see eye to eye, in order to be together, for more than only tears to cry. Mumbling, lack of motion, is all I get for all I gave, tussah, good day, I'm in motion and on my way.
PatE, Babie, you say you hold the bible in your hand, based on this I don't understand, why you can say, 'No more, do your intentions mean nothing to me! ' Oh mumbling, lack of motion, your dedication died long ago. You gave up when you lost your first drive, for a two way devotions score. Oh mumbling, no one seems to give you the true time of day, why bother, what did you say... mumbling...mumbling.
PatE, Babie, its time to go, for all I gave don't seem to grow, oh no. Mumbling; lack of motion, to see eye to eye, in order to be together, for more than only tears to cry. Mumbling lack of motion, it's all I get for all I gave, too-shay, good day, I'm in motion and on my way.
So Babie, to Sister, it's too sad to see, all the things I gave so willingly… meant so little to thee. So Sister PatE, all is all, there seems to be nothing you want from me at all. No one can give to anyone, who won't accept, now the love and devotion seems to have been a l o o s t test... my regret. Mumbling, the sun has set. Mumbling, I'll move to where there's a heart, with true respect, no mumbling, except in pleasure sounding sighs, goodbye... mumbling...mumbling
July 4th,2005
A NEW INDEPENDANCE DAY
Author's Friendship Pen In Hand
Once again it's so early in the dawn, I rise to greet your lustering warm heart felt guidance and charm. In which I always pray, will be answered to my pens beckoning sighs, I so majestically, softly, and sweetly request each and every time, this heart bound author's mumbling pen speaks, stoke after stroke, line after line in order to give his hearts bound friendship cry… one more pleading glimpse in time! ! !
As my pen's heart beating strokes pulses one more time, will you see the return of an everlasting friendship, as it sails from the past, that was thought to be just a victim of a dieing gasp; without reason or rhyme! Or can you only see a mirrors reflection of yesterday's tragedies; one more sorrowful time? Back up my sweet one in your balcony so high, and listen for the one you'll open heartedly recognize, when the right white steed struts by. Glimpses in ones mind, when they choose to close their eyes and drift back into the past, one more time. Is not painful and can be sweet, "IF", they choose to see, what lifted them whole hearted and majestically! So if this authors pen may pass on to you, there still is more to this friendship than can only be said by his pen in his hand, one drop of ink at a time. Trust in your heart… trust in time… trust what was not bad can still be good… one more time! ! !
Once again it's so early in the dawn, I rise to greet your lustering warm heart felt guidance and charm. Did you hear my voice in my last line you read? Did you feel a soft warm breeze that felt like it came from a lifting to lifting heart? Or were all you saw and all you heard only babbling words, stroked out by a pen in hand by a mentally, illusionary, and wishful fiction author man. Oh I see and pray it is at least a fifty-fifty shot, a friend as charming as you can accept a friend like me, but through the stars above I pray we can be, a true friendship from today… through eternity! ! !
April 26,2007
Baby It's Wild Words
Ooh, ooh Baby, Baby out there is filled with wild words. Things that look like trust, at last, seem to always set you up for your falling gasp. Oh then what a trap, they take you down, till you wish this time had never been, and you were saved from words you never heard.
Do your memories ever drift back? To where once upon a time, love was true and there was nothing they wouldn't do for you. You were so happy for this is the one you chose to choose, to have and hold… so true. Yes, these words were whispering bold, as if untold.
Ooh, ooh Baby, Baby out there is filled with wild words. Just when you pray things will change, dreams of reality seem to keep it from coming back your way! It appears another stumble, another fall, is all you get, for all you gave; for oh so long. Oh do your memories ever go back, back in time, other than in your pillow tear drowning weary memories mind. Oh word after word, time after time, is all destine to harmonize… in wild words!
February 24,2007
Loves Royal Flush
Don't draw the Jack of Spades, he's only here to burry what one feels they can't handle anymore. Wipe your tears and pray for the Queen of Hearts, she can finally give you a true love that will no longer disappear upon their rising suns morning score.
I know you've given years of giving all you've got, but did you ever take the time of seeing what others are seeing you were not? Sometimes the search for happiness distracts one, even when it's staring them in the face. Don't cry, wipe your eyes, the Queen of Hearts is on your side.
Can I tell you a secret, if down on one knee I did plead, could you see I've been praying for the Queen of Hearts for so long now, but the Jack of Spades is the only one that seems to always fallow my teary eyes. I know what my heart longs for; do you know what your heart longs for too? If so the Queen of Hearts could be all that's between the happiness of you and me.
Oh don't draw the Jack of Spades; dreams are filled by the Queen of Hearts…
February 24,2007
A Lovers Martyr Is Parting We
Every time I tried to tell you, I love you, the words came out wrong. So I relied on the old mans ways. In this I prayed, my love you'd see true. For I trusted my actions would speak much louder and sweeter than my babbling words seemed not to do. Oh hanging from a lover's cross, is not what I long to do for you.
Oh for a few years we started out as true lovers. But it seems the bridge started to burn and the only way I could please you was as a martyr… Oh, but Baby as much as I do love you, I can no longer hang on a lonely lover's cross for you!
Though for you I'd try to part the lover's sweet seas, there are many things I am, but a God I'm not! Therefore; while others laughed, I cried. For they realized pages changed as they turned, but as a martyr, I can not. I gave you all I could; till I realized I could no longer hang on a lonely lover's cross for you. Your ambition of a lovers martyr… is killing me.
February 25,2007
Lady Strutter… Come-on and Love Me
Long blonde hair, luscious blue eyes, a figure that will make the strongest man, shudder and cry. She started winking, I started longingly thinking. She said, "What makes a man like you start looking at me? " I s-a-i-d, "For you, hot lady, I can make all else's time stand still, just for a shot at the thrill my bodies longing for, from you! " "Oh lets do what you do best… come on and love me! ! !
I need your loven so bad. You're the sweetest thing I've never had. I don't know how much knowledge is acknowledged behind those luscious blue eyes, but that hot body has its own PhD. So I know, Baby I know, you have the cure for this broken heart. The one that suffered from a lethal shot, yes from the… Love Gun. I'll gladly pay the first fee, with just one kiss. The rest is up to what you do best… come on and love me!
Tonight I want to give you what I do best… love that's true! I can match physical motions, with my eternal mental lotions that can give you a feeling you've yet to feel. Oh we were meant to be, you got what I want, I've got what you need, oh yes, there will be mutual loving creed. So stop winking and step forward and do more than just teasingly coming on to me. Don't leave me with a lonely longing; I'll never have… as if you were nothing more than a precious show piece, known as the "Non-Touch-Able… Lady Strutter". Oh come on and love me! ! !
February 25,2007
What Went Wrong
I can't tell you what went wrong, for one don't know what they've got, till it's gone. All I know is your silent treatment was more than I thought I could bear. Now even that's gone and all I've got left is a poets version of this tear dripping song. Oh you don't know what you've got till it's gone. Now I can't even clear the feelings of my heart, each time I hear your name, for at least the silent treatment would let me see what I still cherished for oh so long.
Oh yes, all I know now is you're gone, along with all my reasons to carry on. Did I break your heart, could you not live with all my short comings or was it simply a case of you feeling together was where we never really belonged? Oh I don't know, but occasionally what I'd give to see a glimpse of you, to remind me one last breath was worth attempting to holding onto you.
Oh, oh I can't tell you what went wrong, for one don't know what they've got, till it's gone. All I know is my choices to guess between… was it me… was it you… or simply a case of time is short when love is long and over due? Oh, I can't tell you what went wrong, for one don't know what they've got till it's gone.
February 25,2007
In the Sands of Eternal Love
My soul is lost, because you couldn't find the time to rescue me. Now I'm down on both knees, praying you'll find the time to save me, before I fall to my final resting place. The place where I'll plainly be lying in the sand, as my fading last dream is answered, in a forever lasting glimpse of you and our first kiss.
Oh can you take me higher? To a place the past will set me free. Oh take me to a place where this blind man can finally see. For without you I have no reason, there's no pleasen, other than finding away to destroy the man that set his own futuristic bridge into an impossible eternal fire.
What if, what if, what if just for a second… you tried? Would this dieing memory of kissing sand, for a last gasp at you, be changed? Well I just heard, with arms wide open, anything can be changed! Al I have to do is take a wishful breath, show my true love, with arms wide open. Oh I only have one wish; it's your lifting of our hands as the sun does shine, in away I once seen before. So as I begin to rise, for you I'll stand with arms wide open, and with the thought of you, my souls seeks resurrection so true.
February 26,2007
Abra Cadabra
I wish Houdini could teach me his precious words, to make his magic come to be. Oh abra, abra cadabra, make that special women come out and lovingly grab me. Oh what I'd give to please and tease her. Then abra, abra cadabra, the magic would be between her and me!
They say magic is just a visual illusion, but abra, abra cadabra, I wish she would reach out and lovingly grab me. Then the misconception of my loving dream with her, would become reality. So wave the wand and repeat after me, abra, abra cadabra…
Oh Houdini swallowed his last breath and I'm waving his wand with mine. So as the black cape flashes, the magic wand waves with my gasping breath… abra, abra cadabra, I'll pray she'll reach out and lovingly grasp me, the one who feels destiny to intertwine. Oh yes, I know we can win the loving touch, tease the night till dawns early rising from dusk, all it takes is a magical recognizing of we. Oh abra, abra cadabra…
February 26,2007
Phoenix… All Revved Up
I was riding high, ridding fast, the flames were blowing as I went past. My stretched out high revving machine rumbled and rattled all the trees, as I went mystifyingly out into destiny. Ah and yes, as I left, all stood in their usual stare, at my Phoenix leather jacket and my Blazing Eagle rising up Out of Hell as its tire squalled like the ringing of reapers bell. Ah, we rocked so well.
Oh I had rocked the world every day, giving a helping hand, in every way. The more impossible it appeared, the more destine I strutted to make it clear. And once it was, I'd slide back into my Phoenix leathers and smoke out the tire on my hot Blazing Eagle that was rising up out of Hell", so I could get back to the hair waving speed of ridding in the feather ruffling breeze!
Now how can it be, for me, the one who never reached out for personnel destiny? But tonight I was going to see, just how fast the man and machine were meant to be! So I kicked back and throttled high, leaning too and fro, to balance out, as the red line started to glow. Oh the brakes began to squall; the sparks began to fly, as I realized! ! ! I can never control things between destiny and I. The 90 degree curve,1,500 foot drop, I never seen, till the Phoenix and the two wheeled Blazing Eagle was being feather to steel mangled as one… Oh how the pride and pieces burned.
While desperately lying at the bottom I prayed, yes I begged, for just one more chance. Maybe, just maybe, the Phoenix longing for the one and only thing it could never do, look out for it's self, could see his dream come true. Oh throttle back, ridding high, ridding fast, the flames were blowing, as I went past. Some may say the Phoenix is realistically blind, but they can't see, what he sees, in his minds eye!
March 01,2007
Mother's Day
If I could write all the words unheard, what would you see, what would you hear… coming from the heart of me?
Would you see, hear or even feel all the feelings I've tried desperately to convey to you, for so many years?
With all my pre-thought feeling words that I wish could have traveled from my heart to yours, I could easily write a child to parental loving novel; based on true delight.
So from childhood babbles, teenage stumbles, and adulthood trials and tribulations may I reveal to you, the heart that will forever remain True to YOU!
It's your special day! My mother's…
…Happy Mother's Day! ! !
May 13,2007
Freedom's Peaceful Harmony
Those who deny Freedom to Others
Blindly deny it to Themselves
For it takes more than just one hand
To engage and retain…
In Freedom's Peaceful Harmony.
June 28,2007
Where Are You
You know where I am
But where are you?
I've longed for you
Past the time
Times were true…
Oh where are you?
Teenage years
Led into happy home cheers
We raised our little ones
Now their on their own
I'm alone…
But where are you?
I've longed for you
Even after
The times were true
Oh where's the one…
I held so true?
June 29,2007
Eagle High Insight Delight
High a top the mountains
The flame bursting birth of the America Eagle
Evolved with insighted vision
To seek Peace for ALL…
From sea to shining sea!
To announce his new arrival
Canons roared as colored sparks did fly
Oh God grant us Peace…
On the Fourth of July.
He was majestically born under a flag
Of the Red, White, and Blue
Where minute men met the challenge
A cracked liberty bell did ring
Then All True Longing Hearts were granted freedom
At the flame glowing hands…
Of the Sweet Statue of Liberty.
So come to rest
While the Eagle fly's high
And never fear remorse of a broken wing
For in True Effort
United we stand
And We the people will always be
The Winds Beneath our…
Eagle high insighted, delighted, wings!
July 4,2007
Little Grizzly Boy
I awake in the dawn, high a top the mountains I call home. Fluffy white snowflakes come drifting down. The mother Doe and the baby fawn wave their tails to bounce the snowflakes all around. The big eagle spreads his dark brown feathery wings to lift his white head so high that nothing in life will pass him by. As I walked across the front porch I sipped my nice creamy hot chocolate my mother had made for me. Just before I stepped down to our front yard, I checked that my rubber boots were fashioned well. Where I was going down to the river might be very wet.
As I got close to the river, I began to hear loud splashing all around. The snow was so soft I did not make a sound, but I tip-toed anyway. As I got close enough to see the water through the giant evergreen trees… guess what I seen? A huge golden brown grizzly bear! He was swatting at every salmon that broke clear of the water, as they tried to swim up stream. This was quite comical. I could tell by each hard swing of his paw he surely must be hungry.
Mr. Grizzly must have been young and inexperienced like me. For I never seen him get a bite of breakfast that morning. I was softly laughing as I quietly snuck out of his sight. I continued to laugh as I walked through the trees along the river bed as my mind drifted back to a sweet summer time…
I began to hear the birds singing way up in the trees. I seen squirrels picking up the same type of acorns I was walking on. I walked on enjoying all I could see and hear on this awesome warm summer's day. As I came upon the edge of Cougar Lake the only way I could see that one might get down to the water was to slide down the steep embankments, all around. I sat down on my bottom and used my feet to like brakes. The further down I went the faster I went. So I grabbed at the little bushes along the way. This was working great. Right up to when my feet lost their grip and at the same time the bush I was using for help lost its grip too. Wow, the bush and I went crashing down into the cold crystal blue water.
Suddenly this brief glimpse in time caught back up to today. For what seemed so troubling and confusing back then now seemed quite funny. My grasping at the bushes to pull myself back up the very loose soil embankment was just like Mr. Grizzly grasping at the salmon. Just like him the harder I tried the less successful I was. Right up to when my friend John showed up at Cougar Lake. He found a vine and tossed one of the soft, but firm ends down to me. I do not know how long it took Mr. Grizzly to finally eat, but I do know how grateful I was back then. Thanks to my friend John I overcame the grasping at the bush problem. Thanks to the grizzly bear I can see the humor in recognizing lessons well learned.
Author: Free Bird 02
July 11,2007
DESTINIES DELIGHT
Hi by day
Bye by night
If I could find away
I'd hold you're hand
Till dawn's early light!
If dreams could come true
My dream would be
To forever lovingly
...Be holding you!
So let us…
Dream by day
Pray by night
Then in the end
Destiny will hold us…
To an everlasting delight!
March 30,2007
Tunnel Of Dreams
Life is a light in a tunnel
Two shine brighter than one
Making our Precious Love
Brighter than any ones.
If one light goes dim
And the other becomes bright
This Love Affair
Will last through the night!
If one light goes out
And the other fades dim
Then this romance becomes pretend.
For in the Tunnel of Dreams
Without two hearts lights
Things become
…Mystifyingly
…Unforeseen
…One more time.
January 7,2005
Free Bird 02
Love That Won't Untwine
Everyday I think of you
Every night I dream of you
Yes, you're a deep memory on my mind
Without you…
My world is Destine to Untwine
Like the ball of yarn
The kittens bounce around
To ease their troubled minds.
No I just can't wait
Till we stand side by side
Holding the future
That no troubled mind can erase
Nor be like little kittens in the night
And end our intertwine
By beginning it's Unwind.
Yes my sweet one
Your still heart bound…
On my mind.
September 26,2005
Free Bird 02
The Sound Is Not Silence
Insanity…
What is right
What is wrong
What sound does each ear hear
In each longing song?
Serenity…
Is it in a fine line protocol
Where the bold believe
All must do this
While they do that
By denying the lyrics
Of harmonies lullaby song?
Tranquility…
Who knows
Who cries
Is it a tragedy in the disguise
No my blessed ones…
Just listen to the longing lullaby
And feel peace ease your troubled mind.
July 20,2007
Re-Wow-itty
Reality has been so confusing for so long
But desperation has driven me on
Day was dark
Night was bright
And illusions were forever insight.
Oh the stars crashed into the sun
Illusional reality went from daylight to dark...
And back again
But somehow…
It's no longer in pretend.
Oh Wow
It's so sweet to see
There is such a thing as tranquility
And reality no longer says
It's only in pleasing...
Other than thee!
July 24,2007
The Blind Mans Wisdom In Me
In the morning
Just past the dawn
I saw a blind man
Singing a happy song…
"Oh, I hear birds singing
I feel the sun warming up my tingling being
I see happiness
Where my senses prevent others
…from being invisible to my heart! "
As he cheerfully taps
He walks away…
Then I see myself in younger days
Basking in the sun
Chasing dreams
I just knew
Would be answered like the old mans song
…but I never thought
One could grasp the conceptions
Of things they could not even see.
So as the sun does set
…and the moon rises high
My thoughts grow weary
…but with a twinkle in my eye
For when the new day dawns
I now know
To use my senses
To cheerfully carry on!
July 29,2007
Dream Branches
See the tree how big it's grown
Will it lift your dreams
Till they go around
…and come back home?
Feel the tree
Does it feel you?
Is it pulsing inside
Dreaming dreams like you too?
Inhale the sapping evergreen fragrance
Does it drift you back in time
Letting you radiate dreams
…time after time?
Who needs who…
The branching dreams of the evergreen
Or the pulsating united touch
That senses the dreams to us all?
July 30,2007
Artist's Comment's: Growing up in the Cascade Mountains in Southern Oregon always had me looking up and wondering what if… do dreams ever come true? As I grew older, my height oh so slowly lifted me up a little more everyday, until… I realized the taller I grew the farther I could see. Which intern helped me gain the fathoming, just like the giant evergreen trees around me, the higher and broader you truly reach for dreams that are perceived only by you… in due time, they will step into reality. My father, the Gambler, taught me to watch the cards and players around me… very close. Thanks to this enjoyment of attention to detail, I enjoy seeing all around me and yes realizing all dreams are as real as you can perceive them to be!
Which Edge Sees You
When it comes to romance, I've been living on the edge. I put on a great big show. I called all the bluffs and when they couldn't take it anymore, I let them go. Now, who's blind and cannot see… oh, oh victim of love. Yes, now she's got me bobbling on her string and rapidly bounced me to the other side… of living on the edge.
On this edge I spend my time thinking of her, not me. Yes, I go the extra mile to light the fire in her eyes. No, not lead her on, till my pistol is fired and I'm ready to go on. Now the one on their beckoning knees is me, the giver, not the receiver… oh sometimes sorrow in love comes as a tragedy. But I'll keep begging for more… Oh, oh victim of love.
Oh, oh get out of my head, to be without you, I'd rather be dead. What a shame, to see the pain, of the longer, not the user... oh, oh living on the edge. Is there no meet in the middle, who drowned out harmonies fiddle... living on the edge. Why does pride, live and let die, when it comes to the victim of love... oh, oh living on the edge. Why must one push it to the limit while the other's reply is in longing eye's... Oh, oh, living on the edge.
August 1,2007
Do You Hold The Key
Anyone can open any door
If in their heart
They hold the key!
November 03,2006
When the Lights Went out
I awake
…but it is not the dawn
There's no light
…not even one silent star
I hear no sound
Nor feel any warmth around me
Suddenly I feel trapped
For I can not move
Is this my griming with the Reaper?
Then I hear very faint voices
Still no light
No faces
Just distant implications
Of long ago
Then all at once one speaks clear
"Here they lye in Comatose! "
August 8,2007
Broken Hearted White Flag
Hello
It's me
Is that you
Hope you're not blue
May you find happiness
…me too!
August 11,2007
Does Modern Day Romance Prevail
Who's perfect
Are you
Not I.
Togetherness…
Who strives to prevail
Do you
Yes I?
Who bends…
Don't break
Will you
Sincerely yes
…shows I!
August15,2007
Three In One Questions of Romance
What one longs to know…
"Why? "
What equals no reply…
"Goodbye! "
Who…
"I! "
August 18,2007
Whose Wings Carry You On
What can I say
What can I do
That will impress you?
-----------------------
I've tried so hard
Tried so long
But the heart beats
...don't seem to be beating strong!
------------------------------------
Now I see
Now I feel
Your peace of mind
Is only...
When you control
The wings that are lifting you!
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(To the one who thinks I don't know her...)
Illusional Fantasies
As day did fall
I did too
Night time brought on dreams that must be true
For it was so soft, so warm, so wondrous... how could it be wrong
What ever I longed for, worked for, came knocking at my door... so strong.
Then I awoke
Started a new day of longing and working to realize no more than earned Ecstasy
But the more I did and gave the more was required
The more I paid the more the demanding price did rise
Till as at last up came the setting sun
Where I sat in my exhausted empty poverty stricken gasp...
Feeling I had no more
I prayed me off to sleep
To where if only in dreams I might still sweetly reap
Oh may tomorrow never come
If the essence of living dreams are only in sweating tears of grief
Or
In the rising fall of the setting sun.
.
August 27,2007
Tender Loving Tragedy
********************
.
Explain tragedy...
.
Is it due to not trying enough
To show true love
To the one who...
Longs to hold you?
.
Or
.
Is it trying to much
To show true love
To someone
Who does not long
To hold you...
At all?
Prevailing Pen in Hand
With pen in hand,
I drifted off to Romance Land.
Never knowing where to start…
I let the pen choose the words to uncross my heart.
Now with dawns early light,
I no longer fear what former tears prevented each dreary night.
Blessed is the hand,
That trusts the longing pen,
To undo the band,
Which lets true romance unveil and begin.
Undue tales,
Give no way to prevail.
For unwritten lines,
Lets ones hearts get lost countless times.
So with pen in hand,
Let true love tell your tales in the Promised Land.
September 9,2007
Pain… One Word at a Time
Don't curse me, in tears, I plead…
Don't hurt me, unlike you, I bleed.
Is she true, intentionally doing things, to make me blue?
She laid me down to rest, each pain staking blow, she did her best.
Please let her see, un-excepted forgiveness, is no more than a lost plea.
In one last try, give me the strength to say goodbye, or please just let me lye.
Resurrection comes for those, forever drowning, due to heart struck blows.
I wished to forever try, but pain says, I must say goodbye…
One last time, illusional memories, boggle my mind.
September 11,2007
Knocking On Recognitions Door
Here I go
Knocking on Princeton Premier's Door
Where few seldom find
This peace of mind...
Written one page at a time.
(July 18,2007 Nomination Notice)
Labyrinth of Love
If love grew like roses in the mist
Would it rap-around us
…with each kiss?
As it grew…
Would it tangle and weave
With only one way-in
And no longing to leave?
Ah…
What a tangled web we "could" weave…
October 9,2007
Minds-Eye Believable
Anything conceivable
…is believable.
Anything ones minds-eye can see
…they can achieve.
Everything realized by masses
Were obtained by fellow believers
…not deceivers.
October 19,2007
Webs of Time
Ponder, Ponder
Sit and wonder
Where am I
What is this
Who's going to lose...
If there's a loss of the last kiss?
Oh...
Tingled
Tangled
Webs of time.
October 20,2007
PHOENIX
Personal dreams do come true,
Home is where the heart is despite the times one is feeling blue.
Obtrusive reactions can divide a home's emotions,
Endeavors reunite lost passion through its new found loving devotions.
Neurologically ones true longing-signals rise from a chart,
Investments are sought after by the one longing for a true pulsating heart.
Xerography will flame blazingly burst the old into the new… Phoenix…
August 29,2007
ANTICIPATION
Anticipating words may go dreamily unheard,
Nocturnally due to the silent longing's of the late night bird.
Thinking thoughts with happiness sincerely and true,
Inclinations on the other hand might show who's blue.
Cleansing clean the desiring heart in wishful hands,
Imposingly ones larger views switch euphorically to others to be felt grand.
Pondering the options of days and nights to come,
Awesomely implies who will be happily beating their ecstasies drum.
Thanks to these sweet longing emotions,
Inhibitional fears can leave one with lonely crying notions.
Opprobrious shivering thoughts that go untold,
Naturally add up to a sweeter forecast for two as they grow old.
August 30,2007
CONVICTION
Character in one is often defined,
Obviously most clearly upon becoming romantically intertwined.
Namelessly roses do appear,
Voluptuary yearning sweetly pays each peddle so sincere.
Inconspicuously ones mind yields to their heart,
Compassionately fueling their longingly- fiery desire to unit a loving start.
Temptation of things from whims of desire,
Irreplaceably thanks to true love will never physically transpire.
Occult insight to mystical love,
Nimbly bestows a mutual conviction from the Two Hearts Dove.
September 5,2007
LOVE
Lust does not sincerely appeal,
Original heart to heart thumping is what's real.
Velocity is the speed of Cupid's bow,
Everlastingly his arrow's bonding helps love grow.
September 6,2007
TRAGEDY
Trial of tears,
Removes all hopes flooded by fears.
Anger creating unacceptable relations,
Gleamingly revealing untold stories of frustrations.
Endings do begin,
Dangerously once one-sided power-plays terminate longing…in.
Yearning is lost thanks to burning pride.
FLAMBOYANTLY
Flowering structures bloom from yesterday,
Lusciously answering ones taste this modern day.
Architectures insight is divine,
Misremembering this colorful structure creates historical dis-intertwine.
Bombastically red radiating intentions,
Optimistically portrays the artwork despite others misconceptions.
Yearningly we carve what we hope to hold,
Alike the Gothic mothers embracing our ancestral dreams untold.
Nebbish times are quieter than most,
Thermotropic feelings warmly give rise to a well earned toast.
Lugubriously tears do fly,
Yammering over loud and trivial flamboyancy will not resurrect when a lie.
September 7,2007
SINCERETY
Free Bird 02
Sweet loyal thoughts of remaining pricelessly true
Innocents of aiding the meek for what they long to do
Nomads-land one will travel to break the path
Concurring those who say "The weary will not pass"
Endeavors long for me and you
Rationalizing each step we take and do
Ethnicity will benefit you and I
Tranquility is waiting for us on high
Youth to gray, is how I sincerely pray… for you.
November 17,2007
TRANQUILITY
Triumph rests in one's soothing sleep
Rambling memories brings one peace
Armageddon rings peacefully true
Quadraphonic harps strum to meet as one
Uniting the destiny of everyone
Independence from unjustifiable bondage
Litigations rest unlike before
Integrity rises once more
Telegraph this story in key
Yowling will cease with the soothing of tranquility.
November 18,2007
Longing Loving Rejoicing Bell
Without you, I'm no longer solid, just freezing cold… as the snow falls down on the Liberty Bell, on the Fourth of July. Just like you, it still rings clear, I just can't see either of you, for is it snow or just flaky freezing tears… For without you, I'm no more solid, just freezing cold, as if the snow was falling on the liberty bell… on the fourth of July. Oh, your new liberty is freezing my own Longing Loving Rejoicing Bell…
In this blinding freezing cold, each time I think of you, my heart cracks, but keeps ringing true for you.
IF
If…
You are you
I am I
Who is who
If we can't see…
Eye to eye?
October 8,2007
Inquisiting Thoughts of Time
Inquisiting minds, search to find
What makes Eternity, Tick, in Time.
"Oh but why can't you see"
In Reality…
"It is, because it is"
"It does, because it does"
"And its here, because its here! "
Pondering, pondering…
The inquisiting goes on…
Is it so…
Time possess infinity for limitations to grow
For there is a catch in Time
Once one enters terminations undefined
There is no more Time
To search for intriguing thoughts
…of theirs and mine.
September 27,2007
-Free Bird 02-
Trembling Thoughts Of Time
Trembling from yearnings
Of soft, warm, adequate touches in time
Your memories blow my mind.
Ecstasy…
Just a fingers touch away.
Desires…
Reminiscent's of every day.
Fearing they'd go untold
Pitter, pat, tapping of pen in hand
The words did flow…
"In this dream"
"…Please don't go."
October 3,2007
Questions Along the Way
Where's Tomorrow
Where's today
The question's I pondered along the way.
Exploring
Wondering
While bare feet carried me on
Some days in mountain snow
Others in desert sand
But threw the tests of time
Our only rest was in our peace of mind.
More time
More pleasure
More, more, more…
Now it appears our journey has come to its end
Our end of time
Or
Just our end to try?
Why
Why lie down and die
"Oh not I"
I will try till the day the hand above says
"You've seen, you've touched, you've loved enough"
"Its time to come home with the rest of us"! ! !
…Here's tomorrow
…Here's today
The questions were answered
Thanks to ponders along the way!
October 17,2007
Love, Pity, and Pain
Does love hurt
Does love have pity for pain
When ones love for the other…
Goes unanswered
Due to aggressive overpowering pain?
November 1,2007
Optical Illusions
Optical Illusions
Causes contusions
When what one is focused on
Is not what their stumbling upon
For in the end
They bang their head on realities tree again
Till they focus in clear
Where they are physically traveling
Is not…
Where illusional dreams have led them to believe.
November 2,2007
Roses Are Read
Free Bird 02
If roses were read
While violets were sorrowfully blue
Would the next line of this verse
Cheer us up…
If it were about You?
Like many things that blossom and bloom
Being around you
…relieves our blues.
So read on if you may
For we warmly feel each word you say…
Now roses are red
Violets are blue
Thanks to sweet thought… by you.
November 3,2007
Philosophical Water To Wine
The flavorless waters of time,
Changes…
When engulfed by philosophy faithful dreamer's minds,
Blend knowledge, into water, through time!
Quenching its followers,
With new Peace
…of wisely fermented Wine!
November 13,2007
Song: Heart Over Pride…
Works Every Time
(Chorus) A little less squawken; just a lot more, heart to heart, hand in hand, loving action… tonight. Oh yes, is this our true loves destiny test? Does it put us into a positive attraction or just one more negative fighting reaction? Oh, true love only knows, as we let our hearts set the rhythm making score… tonight.
I used to think, you thought I was so beautiful, beyond skin deep. I used to think, you look up to me. Like in the park, you were romantic all the way to the heart, yes beside me; you were even fearless in the dark. Oh, I truly knew, where we began, but without even the subtle knocking of the romance reaper, on our door… you were gone.
(Chorus)
They say all things are in a circle and destine to come back around. My heart can last much longer than my pride. For it never stops praying for, the romantic days of yore, yes like memory says, it was once before. I often wonder, late at night, when your in a deep slumber, maybe just maybe, do you ever drift back to the days, when you held a golden band, on your left hand?
(Chorus)
Oh I just had a peaceful dream. It was back in the early spring. We were walking, hand in hand, through the park, we believed, would answer our loving dreams. As I tried to convince myself, it was only wishful sleep, my mind said, "NO, never stop believing, what your heart knows is true." As I went to rise from these memories, the dream was still there… for yes, you were lying next to me too…
A little less squawken; just a lot more, heart to heart, hand in hand, loving action… tonight. Oh yes, is this our true loves destiny test? Does it put us into a positive attraction or just one more negative fighting reaction? Oh, true love only knows, as we let our hearts set the rhythm making score… tonight.
Twenty-One Gun Salute
A stranger came to my door today. He brought me news from far away. There was no smile on his face, though he stood there so proud. He said, "Your brothers coming home today, but there won't be any hero's parade, just silent six, who will carry him in. Sir, I'm so sorry… but for the Red, White, & Blue, your brother has passed away."
I stood there in disbelieve, not knowing what to say. My mind just went back in time, to what seem like yesterday. There stood a young man bursting with pride, all dressed up in his military blues and headed for a foreign land. I was so proud, as he was too, but who would have ever known in that good luck handshake of honor, was our last words of goodbye.
Six proud uniforms carry him in, but no one carries him out. He lies in peace, with his own personal flag to protect him from what he protected those who will sleep tonight. To bid him thanks and farewell, seven guns salute him, three consecutive times. Just like in the beginning, the one that brought him in, was now sending him out, tears fell from her eyes, as his flag was folded and placed in her hands to hold him, on through the night.
…for this my brother, here is my twenty one gun salute! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
June 1988
-Free Bird-
In Honor of my brother Denise who died in the Airforce over in Germany.
Who Ever Wants… Goodbye
Chorus:
Oh, oh Babie, I never wanted to say goodbye, no, never goodbye. For so long, I've waited for dawns early light, but the darkness of the night, never seems to say goodbye. I never wanted to say goodbye, oh no, but what we had and what I lost, makes one swallow tears, at any cost. Oh, but I still never wanted to say goodbye, oh no Babie, I never wanted to say goodbye.
Who's right, who's wrong, when the words get lost in a song? All I know, is how I long to hold you tight, even as the tears of goodbye, run from my eyes. No I never wanted to say goodbye, oh no not I, not goodbye. In dreams I come back to you, in reality I just long for sanity true. Oh I never wanted to say goodbye, no Babie, not I, not goodbye… Chorus
What can one say, what can one do, if bobblely walking to change their angles everyday; don't work, to please the one, they couldn't please yesterday. No I never wanted to say goodbye, oh no not I, not goodbye. Oh, I pray the day will come; you miss me true, for in dreams I come back to you! Oh I never wanted to say goodbye, no Babie, not I, not goodbye…
…How can we remain eternally, If, you wont hold this love faithfully. Oh no never, goodbye… just find the faith… Chorus
August 6,2007
Dreams To Better We
There are those worse off than me; they've lost all but their drive to survive. Though days are tough, I just can't survive in only days of tears, oh yes, dreams are here. I gave you my heart, faithfully and true, this dream I will forever hold onto. Some say, why do you even try, everyone knows true love died. Oh yes, I die trying to help you see my love, both day and night. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I will always long to be holding you.
There are those worse off than me, longing to do more than breath, has stepped out of their reality. No, I am not anything like I used to be, but I continue to dream… hold me close, kiss my lips, I'll show you what you long about me… it's still here. But is this just being a dream… we can't live like this, anymore. So this dreams in your hands, I can't give, what you don't long for, anymore.
There are those worse off than me; they only focus on days of tragedy. Oh, remember when, we make love, its not just in a kiss, not just finger tips, it is precious times, side by side, in open minds. Oh, you came to me in my darkest hour; let this loving heart, show you there is a light, for you too. Oh, I dream of you and sweet delight; is it only a dream, or do you too, long for it to last, long past, a day and a night? The dreams in your hands…
August 10,2007
Heart Doctor
I know it's been said, someone always gets hurt in love…every time. Okay, I know you've been more than once bitten; but it's your remorse, if you remain forever shy. Remove your blinders, stop biting like you're biting back, you're fighting away… true love of a heart. Do you want to know where love is? Look past, past remorse! Open your eyes, so you can see me. Open your heart, so I can show you.
Say you will, say you will be more than just a statistic in love-in-wars. Step past longing for, what is clearly lost in the past. Reach for things that are achievable, within your grasp. Oh, it's urgent, in your case it's an emergency, knock the dam down, and let your grief's past wash bye. Who wants to live without you, without your love… you? Oh no, with wide open eyes, look at love as heart bound excitement, for the first time, not the worst time.
Are you a prisoner… without love? Are you lonely, both day and night? Have you tried so hard, with costs so high? Do you think each step you take, sets you closer, to the danger zone? Wipe the tears from your eyes. Be a knight, not a prisoner; go on a true quest for love. Yes, take off your loosing gloves, pick up the sword of the heart, and except the true challenge that you know deep in soul, you deserve. Be hot blooded, with your heart beating strong and true, so destiny's love, can find you.
August 10,2007
Smoking Love Gun
I'm the one who really tried to love you, but you hunt with a loaded gun. How was I to know, the more I gave, the more you'd demand! Oh, oh you thumb cocked your loaded gun. When I gave all I had, and stole the rest; you pulled the trigger, to do what you do best… watch the blood run, as your smoking revolver comes to a rest.
They say only a woman bleeds. Have they never seen a man trying to please a woman, with a loaded gun? Yes, the telephone is ringing, the squad cars headed to the seen. Loves revolver is smoking, as she drives away, for they've got loves murderer on the run, but who could it be… only wimen bleed.
Hey stupid, when you hear the chamber start to turn, duck and run… this kind of love ain't worth it, it ain't no fun. She calls you lame, stupid… trust me you are, if you stay… Hey stupid, if you don't listen, you'll see, when it comes to love… wimen are not the only ones that bleed. So you can walk, with days to cry, or stay for minutes to die… with her loaded, "Love gun".
August 10,2007
I Need You Tonight
She whispered, "No one can walk on water Daddy, just take it in faith, all else will have to wait." She then closed her eyes… never to awake. I bowed down on my knees, beginning to shed tears I cried, "Babie you were so right, walking on water was just a dream, not delight, but Babie your hands are growing cold and all I have left is to slip on through life's lonely nights of ice.
The phones rings, it's a quarter after nine, I know it's my worried Babie; one more time. "Oh Daddy, it's getting late, no one can walk on water, so please give yourself a break." "It will all still be there in the morning, when you clock back in again, so come on home, and enjoy a delightful night." "Oh daddy, I need you tonight…"
The phone rings, its half past eleven, but it's not my Babie this time. Instead an officer says, "Sorry sir, Babie said she was longing for your touch, when her car was struck by another, unlike you, he was in a hurry to get home, tonight"." "The china, the candles, your favorite dish to eat, will have to wait." "Sir, as the ambulance pulled her away, she asked me to relay… she needs you tonight…"
Oh she whispered, "No one can walk on water Daddy, just take it in faith, all else will have to wait." She then closed her eyes… never to awake. I bowed down on my knees, beginning to shed tears I cried, "Babie you were so right, walking on water was just a dream, not delight, but Babie your hands are really growing cold and all I have left is to slip on through life's lonely nights of ice.
October 24,2007
See the Trees… How Big They've Grown
See the trees how big they've grown, since the day you planted them, hoping to build a happy home. In the beginning you watched us grow, like building blocks, you nourished us so.
Now mamma, we miss those childhood days, you're helping hands, all along the way. Now mamma, if we could return the favor true, here's what we'd love to do for you…
See the trees how big they've grown, since the day we planted them, to imitate your happy home. With your aid, we've watched them grow; now we see, how these building blocks, have given true strength to our happy home?
Now mamma, we enjoy reminiscing of our childhood days, you're helping hands, all along the way. Now mamma, if we could return the favor true, here's what we'd love to do for you…
See the trees how big they've grown, autumn is here, and you're still growing strong. Many things have come and gone, but like you say, "We must go on! "
Now mamma, one day we'll miss you so, but each day our hearts will think of you, and do our best, to carry on… but till then… See the trees how big they've grown…
September 13,2007
Free Bird 02
Happy Birthday Momma, May you always see how much you mean to me
Who Am I
From adolescents to prime, our hearts would blow others minds. The impossible, was our motto and hot rod autos, would keep our dream wheels burning… time after time. Then when prime did peak, we began to weep. Shot down in our blaze of glory, unforeseen, came new stories. You went your way; I went mine, with our stories abilities undefined. Yours was mind altering, mine was just pieces in the wind, but either way, no one would accept us again.
Shot down in the blaze of glory… possibilities are the true story. For in days before, my desires would overcome the score, but today they just seem to slip away. For in my heart, on the back porch, I sit, I cry… "Why can't I feel, why can't I see, things so soft and warm… like they used to be? " "Why can't I have hopes, why can't I have dreams, like they used to be? " …As I sank down on both knees… "Please, once again, let me feel alive! ! ! "
Would you hold me tighter, if I could slide back in time, where my world, once rocked your mind? I may not like where or why I'm heading where I am, but you love where I've been. Please trust in me, like I trust in you, as I make my turn-back-in-time… yes, my final stand. Oh, finding out who ones friends truly are; when the waters high, wins are low, the need of a helping hand… is all one needs, to let faith show… can be a heart aching tragedy, so.
From adolescents to prime, one more time, our new capabilities blow others minds. Once again impossible, is our motto, though now in streamline autos, keeping dream wheels burning… time after time. Now that prime does peak, we choose to speak, "Shot down in the blaze of glory… possibilities are the true story." "For like in days before, my desires still overcome the score."
For in my heart, on the back porch, I sit, I cry… "Thanks for helping me to see, to feel so soft and warm… like I used to be? " Once again I have hopes, I have dreams, to forever be free? " "Oh Lord… thank you, for letting me feel… Alive."
October 1,2007
My dedication to the Disabled, whom were thought to be Realistically No More…
Evolving Wisdom
True wise men know,
Wisdom is not set in stone.
For as time does turn,
Like the seeds of knowledge before,
They will be ground to a new meal
Thereby being churned and lifted by the winds of time
To Everlastingly Revolve…
…On the Wise men's minds.
November 16,2007
-Free Bird 02-
Philosophy For A Happy Life
Why am I Here
Will I do my Best
Who else will Care
When it comes to Rest?
November 21,2007
Twilight
Though I am not the one who put me here tonight
I carry my valiant sword from setting sun till dawns early light
Battle to battle crimson tears will end with delight
For hopes of honor cast a peaceful never ending twilight.
November 21,2007
Tis The Season
Tis the season to be jolly
Giving holiday kisses
Thanks to the holly.
Decorations ring
Decorations chime
Decorations shine
…One more time.
Gifts are rapped
Bows lace each and every one.
Santa christens the season
While checking it twice.
For he promises to all
"Christmas shall-be so nice."
Tis the season to be jolly
Candy-canes for you
Eggnog for me
Christmas Cheer is the grandest
…Wait and see.
December 2,2007
Poor Sinner
I am a poor sinner who walks this earth alone
Went out into the world to find myself a happy home
I found the home I was seeking is not on this earthly plain
For as I pass through the Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ
I know I will feel at home with my heavenly father tonight.
Now I thank god everyday for giving me such a chance
He did not have to sacrifice his son for our mess-ups of the past
I know as a sinner I would go straight to HELL
But since Jesus saved me with his Amazing Grace
I know, I'll see my Lord in Heaven still
Halleluiah, I can now hear Heaven's Bells.
.
Babie 02 & Free Bird 02
Sacred Possessions
I am not paranoid of uncontrollable losses
I only posses one special belonging
Only one can give it to me
…and they will not take it away
"Pride"
In and From…
Me!
December 10,2007
Another Cold Dark Night
Silent night, so coldly tonight, wolves howl while looking for pray. The moon is full, the snow is light, and the breeze is making for a chilling experience tonight. Come all ye faithful, there is a warm heart in this freezing soul, one that keeps the wolves at bay, for nights untold. Lying together, in the snow covered meadow below; the sheep are resting, praying I will protect them so. I fear in kneeling with my head down in prayer; would this be in search of a blessing or a simple loss to the meek and mild, due to an unwise-man loosing blind-faith and turning his head?
Silent night, no snowy delight, I pleadingly pray for dawns early light. The moon is setting, giving off a glow, my walking-gavel starts trembling, for it sees the wolves' sciloets, getting close. No time to ponder, no time to wonder, just time to sound like thunder, so off in David's hands to Goliath, went my chariots of fire, as I bellowed-out.
Beyond Dawns Early Light
This Christmas Eve…
When you wish upon the sacred stars
Light an extra candle
And pray it shines oh so far.
As it flickers
Bow your head
Forever repeating what your kind heart says.
"May all make it in on a dreary cold night, "
"Knowing they are who they are past dawns early light"
"And let others be who they are"
"Not who you hope they might."
December 10,2007
Reminiscences of Christmas
Tis the season
All is jolly.
Christmas wishes are so Holy
One wishing for another
Never thinking of them self solely.
So nestle tonight thinking of figs and holly
For thanks to Jesus
Santa will stop by showing he's so jolly.
Remember back to Bethlehem
Three Wise Men traveled oh so far
In order to see their new king lying in lien
They followed the Eastern star.
So Hark ye Harold angles
For ye we shall sing
In re-enlighting reminiscence
Of our savior king.
December 19,2007
Free Bird 02
Is Ho, Ho A Cheer
Ho, ho, ho
At twenty dollars a pop,
This job's got to stop.
Though mascara won't cover these tears,
I lace up for this job
…Year after year.
Santa if you can find it in your heart,
Find me a job where clothes don't fly apart.
One where standing on my own two feet,
Is all it takes to be so sweet?
Santa;
Disregard my silk stockings lying all around,
For until you can fill them…
From every dark to dust,
I must.
Ho, ho, ho
At twenty dollars a pop,
Please leave a tip,
My kids don't follow this plot…
December 24,2007
New Year's Resolution
Look in the Mirror…
Care for the One who will Lead Others!
Help the Hands that will Help those who choose to follow!
Start At Home…
And Lead by Example! ! !
Life Goes Faster Than You Think…
Don't Blink!
-Kenny Chesney-
Start each new day, as the first day you never had!
View with open heart, open mind; not blind eyes.
Do your best to give, for you know it does come back!
Never forget, the new day ends with reminisce…
…and it goes fast…
Don't Blink!
-Free Bird 02-
Friends & Enemies
Some say;
Best Friends never end.
Others say;
Enemies may require one to turn another cheek.
But either-way;
Sometimes,
One must draw the line!
January 5,2008
Poetic Justice's Metaphoric Disguise
Poetic Justus
I think not.
Rhymes and reasons
An albatross thought.
Betrayal as the sun doe set
Forever giving trust
…a deep regret.
Metaphoric treason
Hid in a deceptive disguise
Forever leaving honor
…To a deep demise.
So see me for what I am
Not a replica of your thoughts
For that…
…I am not!
January 6,2008
The Value of Time
If Times are Worth Money
And Money is Worth Time
Would My Time
Be Worth Your Time
…Till the End of Time?
January 18,2008
Wings of a Loving delight
-Free Bird 02-
A sweet heart is carried in the wings of a Snow White Turtle Dove
To higher, warmer, places
Than ever pulsatingly dreamed
…Before.
As they crested mountain high
This sweet heart being cuddled in the Snow White Wings
Was lifted in Love
To Brighter, Grander, places
Than ever it had seen
…Before.
Oh yes,
Wings…
Of a loving delight
Lift a sweet heart
Soon to be everlastingly beating warm
…Tonight.
January 19,2008
The Word of the Rose
Just like each of these rose peddles,
Blossoming to bloom;
You yourself grant me with an unbelievable hope,
To one-day too,
Blossom like you!
January 31,2008
Enchanting Surprise
Weeping in the times
The times of Yore
The tears that shed
Shed no more
Visions grow dark
Clarity fades dim
All that was before
Becomes pretend!
Eyes do rise
Shadows do lift
One does wonder…
…was this a dream,
As memories slip?
Or perhaps
A fantasy in disguise
Enlightening…
…An enchanting surprise.
February 29,2008
Resurrection of an Angel
Where's my friend from long-ago? Where's the one I have loved untold? I see a shell, where I once saw tears of joy. I see mental desolation, where the eternal cheers, never used to leave, no not neither of we. So where, oh where, is the one I have struggled so hard to please...giving things, they did not even ask of me? Well, my dear, I choose to make this demand... "For; your resurrection of cheer...I make this final stand! " Though; you never confess of yearning to die, the dreary shadows, show in your eyes. Your religious fortitude should make it clear: Never laughing, never crying, never taking one step forward nor even attempting the challenge to rise, no just rather; sitting wasting away...in silent suicide, which mournfully lasts... Forever and a Day! ! !
Please do not force me; to live and let die, for I, can not bear to see, what I see...anymore.
You're Friend; You're Lover, The One Who Thinks Of You Like No Other
-Free Bird 02-
Ones Pondering Riddles of Life
If I died today
What would they say…
Was he good
Was he bad
Or just glad
…When he made it another day?
Will I rest in Peace?
Or forever turn in dismay
For all I failed
By the closing
…Of my final day?
Oh yes, there might have been pondering times
For life truly is another riddle, left undefined
But like momma repeatedly said…
"Always do your best, for what you've earned, will do the rest! "
So if I died today
I'd know there's still many stones left unturned
But each one that was
Was turned with warm hearted glowing pride
For yes I learned to play
I learned to pray
I learned to walk
And yes I even learned to talk
…With pride and cheer.
But most of all
I learned…
…To Respect each and everything earned
…By everyone.
March 13,2008
How Many-Scores Equal The-Score
-Free Bird 02-
Eleven-scores and twelve years ago
Rang loud and clear…
"We hold these truths to be self-evident,
That all men are created equal"
…together
We have no fears.
"Four-Scores and seven years ago"
From initial avowed date
Our nation stumbled
Against the first proclamation
…of Equality it did state.
Five-score years from the last
Would proceed launching the demand
Of the initial creed
That ALL flesh together shall see
Equalities Freedom…
From Sea to shining sea.
What-Score will we decree…
Each man will be judged
In contents of their character alone,
The rough places
Will be made plain,
The crooked places
Will be made straight,
And Equality will no longer LEAVE…
"Anyone"…
March 30,2008
2: 23 am
Booh Who
-Free Bird 02-
Booh who
No one truly knows what to think
…Of you.
Are those tears of joy?
Tears of distress
Or simply tears that fell…
When there was nothing else.
Now my sweet baby Booh
Close your eyes
Take a deep sigh
Fell the gentle caressing touch
From the one who loves You
…Oh so much?
Though many days fell
…Like you did too
You thought I didn't care
By the feeling of the hands
…You felt were leaving You
But you did not know
That these times
That hurt us so...
Did what must be done
In letting ones loved ones grow.
Now I am Very proud of all I see
Unquestionably what you turned out to be
Branching out in so many different ways
Though occasionally
...A branch did break along the way
You never failed in bouncing back
In your own
…Sweet and majestic ways.
Now I cherish to see your tears
For though I know you have no fears
An occasional soothing hand
Helps remind you
Like you do this old man
There still is
…A promised land.
April 2,2008
Thanks to Chaos Here I Come
Welcome to Chaos, Chaos, Chaos… Oh I want to get out of here. No more compound insanity fears, bringing on flooding tears. Oh I just wish I could get out of here. Swoop in angel dear, and resurrect all my fears…While lifting me to serenity's peaceful place.
Welcome to Chaos, Chaos, Chaos… Oh I long for, no more gasping breaths of distress, taking away all my dreams... the ones no longer to be seen, thanks to sinking suppressed screams. Oh I wish I could just get out of here, where's my angel dear, lift me out of here; I plead to you so sincere.
Welcome to Chaos, Chaos, Chaos… Oh I want to get out of here. No more emptiness, no more heart crushing deceitfulness. Oh I wish I could just get out of here. Oh swoop in my angel of fluffy snow and strikeout the black caped with horns that glow. Oh serenity, is there such a place?
Welcome to Chaos, Chaos, Chaos… I would like to get out of here. So as I lay me down to rest, I pray no more… to be put to the test. Just let me lie, no need to cry, one of us just needed to realize a break in life… Chaos, Chaos, Chaos oh I want out of here… Chaos, Chaos, Chaos…
May 4,2008
-Free Bird 02-
Love Matters
If minds didn't matter
If embarrassing seemed to shatter
Time would only fall.
If there was no need
If there was only greed
Destiny would be no more than a brick wall.
But love does grow
Flowers do bloom
Our time together goes beyond this room.
So hold me tight
Till dawns early light
For our hearts feel what some will never know.
Ravage my heart with joy
Squeeze my soul like an everlasting toy
Then we will rejoice from here to judgment day.
May 7,2008
Unbeknown to I
I just cannot reason why
Tears just fall from both eyes
Do I live...
Do I die...
Or do I just continue to cry
Oh I do not know…
Says I.
May 7,2008
Ballade: 20 lines,3 stanzas, envoi (short concluding stanza) , apostrophe (imaginary person) - rhyme scheme: ababbcc dedeeff ghghii
Ballade:
The Harmonious Rhyme of Time
--Free Bird 02
In the days of Yore
Days were long
And one loved another even more
For though the nights were strong
And valor stood true for those who belonged
Trying times occasionally test one until the new dawn
But never fear the days and nights will carry on.
So if steeds rode hard
And knights did too
Would you bobbling your playing cards
In hopes he was in love with you
For you feel this destiny is what you long to do
While lacing up so daintily
Displaying your royal crowned dignity.
For forevermore
Days and nights do revolve for true love
Knights bow their swords for dignities score
Where both unite and soar like a pair of turtledoves
Never fearing the test of time
For they're destine to be caring-on in harmonious rhymes.
May 11,2008
To You My Sweet Mother
--Free Bird 02
What is the relevancy of Mother's Day...
Was she not there when you started to cry
Was she not there when things weren't dealt your way
Did she not frequently dry your weary eyes...
While caressing you with loving sighs
Because all does prevail in due time
Your Mother should always be on your mind.
You know she's true
And you hope she sees this in you
For at times your conveyance is overdue
But none-the-less she has faith in you too
Unlike how most others seem to do
So when you hug your pillow tight
Always think of her each night.
Where are Mothers on Mother's Day
She's the one smiling as she smells each rose
She's the one laughing at your silly ways
She's the one no one else could have chosen
Due to her, everything sweet is told
Because of this, mother has a heart of gold.
May 11,2008
Simple Southern Man
If I could be, ah Simple… Kind of Man, I wouldn't be sitting here, with these tears, in my hands. I'd be holding you, in my arms, never letting fears go on. For down in the old bayou, I thought our dreams could never come true, now the reeds drift in the southern breeze, and without you… I just sit and freeze.
Yes, momma told me, "Son your always young" "Only refusing to trust in the one's who love you, will make you face your setting sun." Oh but momma, can't you see, all I long for, is leaving me? I strapped my boots, when I was young, with Skynyrd's tunes, I bounced bar to bar… never getting far. That's okay son, the South's still here… at home for you.
If I could be, ah Simple… Kind of Man, I wouldn't be sitting here, with these tears, in my hands. I'd be holding you, in my arms. Never letting fears go on. For down in the old bayou, I thought our dreams could never come true, now the reeds drift in the southern breeze, and without you… I just sit and freeze.
Oh momma, can I come home, I've been to LA, Dallas, to little Rome-Georgia. I've rode the bike, rode the bus, I flew the flights up high, but my lights never really lit up much. Some of us have fell, but some of us live on, to tell about all the dreams this bands seen. So momma, I have learned, it's not the money that lifts you up (but it feels good for a little while) , it's the romance of the heart, from down South, up North, wherever is ones home.
Yes, I long to tell my little son, "Son your always young" "Only refusing to trust in the one's who love you, will make you face your setting sun." "Like your grandma says, be ah Simple… Kind of Man." Let the tears in your hands, be from the joy in your heart, for though days may come and go… they will never keep us apart… So just lie in the reeds of the Southern breeze.
June 2008
Ashley On My Mind
--Free Bird 02
As Sixteen Years went by
You burst out so sweet and robust
With sweet pride you made us cry
Oh yes each and every one of us…
Watching as you broke new dust
So carry on with your song
Showing all they can belong.
From birth to date
You've continued to grow
We have no fear of your sweet fate
For your dreams continue to flow
And each day you show us so
Like the Turtledove
Remember you're a blessing from above.
Remember if time could revolve around
And each day ahead could intertwine with the past
Would you realize in you, all we found
For each day with you seems to move too fast
So my Sweet Blossom
Slow Down, but Never Forget Your So Awesome.
May 18,2008
Blessed Sis's Day
Once upon a time
Someone beautiful was born so divine
They giggled, laughed, and yes…
Occasionally cried
But by the end of the day they rested with a soothing sigh.
So blessed be it to you…
From your loving little brother
Wishing for many days of fun…
Yet to come
For from sibling to sibling
Locking heart's are destine to eternally intertwine
For, Oh Yes, My Sis…
I love you so.
June 20,2008
Poet's Lullaby
In the prayer for a lustering morning
The poet's pen begins scribbling his wishful script
Though he knows
Till the dreams do begin to untwine
No one knows if he's destine to see honey bees
Or
If the sunny day will turn to mist
Where fighting the fire breathing dragon
Will be his dreams test.
Time For One More Candle
Another day
One less dollar
It takes one more candles
Each year I refuse to fall or holler
So one more time I'd like to wish
If tonight I lay me down to rest
And tomorrow my Sun doesn't shine
Each day a new flower blooms
Think of me
…and all we used to do
For, from above
Looking down on you
My heart will reach down and hold you
…oh so tight.
July 5,2008
Silent Tears
Silence Is Not Always Golden
Let me count the way these tears do fall
…each and everyday
Some fall from a weary mind
Others come from continuously running behind
But the saddest ones my dear
Are in these eyes
For though I am here
My presence is deaf in your ears
…And blind to your eyes.
July 17,2008
Free Bird 02
Copyright ©2008
Does Love Ponder
I ponder
Sit and wonder
Am I Right
Are you Wrong
Or
Do we fear nothing this Good
…can last that long.
Ponder, ponder
Sit and wonder
Is praises to the other
Stronger than silent fear we wonder.
So yes my dear
From my heart so sincere
The things I left untold
Forever and a day
I further will let you know
July 21,2008
Is One Ready Or Not
You're always on your own, even when you're not alone. Afton you sit an cry, though no one really knows why, all each can see …are the tears that seem to comfort thee. Are you lost, with no true chance of being found? Can you not see, the gifts granted to thee or is the dark world all you, the Hermit, longs to see? Oh, but Love One's Self Tender, Love One's Self True, that's the first step, in rescuing you. But until you do, there's no chance for a warmer heart, chipping away the Freeze …Isolating You! ! !
July 24,2008
Special Moment In Time
--Free Bird 02
Where went that precious moment in time? Where the other was so warmly on our minds? Where the nights did glow as we lay in the grass of time, never seeing a loss coming, even if the new sun rose, one last time.
On this I sit and pray, one day, this new day will set and our old night will rise once more. But till then, this lonely heart can only pretend, all is well, even when it did not end well. But till then…
Where went that precious moment in time? Where the other was so warmly on our minds? Where the nights did glow as we lay in the grass of time, never seeing a loss coming, even if the new sun rose, one last time.
Did we loose interest, due to dedications that pulled us hours apart? Did the miles between us, equal the warm hearted feelings lost? Did your carrier not share the communications style of mine or were we just negligent in seeing the other's side?
Where went that precious moment in time? Where the other was so warmly on our minds? Where the nights did glow as we lay in the grass of time, never seeing a loss coming, even if the new sun rose, one last time.
I pray one more time. We might return and reignite that special spark that made our nights glow… Day after day… in such a warm hearted, special way… Oh, where went that precious moment in time?
August 3,2008
Blessing or a Curse
--Free Bird 02
If I could standup in the heat of the night
If I could comprehend a single thing you had to say
Oh yes
Either one would make my day.
Some say…
"Never disrespect what comes your way"
"Though it appears to be hard to bear"
"In the end you will have learned more"
"…than most pray"
"…could come their way."
Is a disability a cursing from above
Or an insight that lets one be different
…but in a special way
For we try so hard to do as you
This means our comprehension is not as blind
…as some of you.
So in the heat of the night
Speak softly and clear
Then you and I can continue on as friends
Year after year.
August 9,2008
Playing in the Mist…
Of the Early-Morning Rain
In the early morning rain …with no dollar in my hand. Just an aching in my heart …from trying to help you understand. All these unseen things I try to do... are always there for the love I feel for you. But how many words go unheard, like the aching in my heart? Never fear, my dear, as I'm walking through this pouring rain, I pray to the good Lord, to ease both sides of this drenching pain.
For in the early morning rain... with no dollar in my hand. Just an aching in my heart... from trying to help you understand. But as time goes by, I pray the tears will start to dry, and maybe the essence of my aching will be soothed, by the gentle touch in your gentle hands. For in the early morning rain, I pray we'll splash again, once more, as we stroll down Loving Hearts Lane.
In the early morning rain... with no dollar in my hand. Just an aching in my heart... from trying to help you understand. Now that we share serenity, where else could we hope to be? No more aching in our hearts. No more drizzling rain, just washing us apart. So in the early morning, we're holding hands... as we began to start dancing in the rain.
Oh, oh; in the early morning rain...
August 11th,2008
Sergeant Ray
--Free Bird 02
When I stand next to the man
…in his Stars and Stripes
The man whom has experienced more
Than most strive to do
I cannot help but think of me and you
In all we've tried to do
In keeping up with the one
The one we wanted to be like too.
Afton we failed
Occasionally he did too
But he never failed in lifting us up
On all we tried to do
Thanks to his pride
...In the Red, White, and Blue.
…Sergeant Ray
This is your day
With great pride
We salute you.
August 11,2008
Even in his battened ship, he could spin his guns around. No man on land or sea could step ahead of he. When the sun did set, his mast still hung true, protecting those at home, like me and you. When the sun did rise, his brigade came trumpeting in, where once again the world could conceive… Peace and Dignity.
In land he was grand. Out to sea, he could break a wave with the best of We. So on the day your flag fly's at half-mast, may we all salute you… for you and your pride helped grant us with dignity.
August 11,2008
Billon Dollar Dreams on Pennies Time
If you don't… they win, you loose. Oh from deep within, strive, this time, to win! Yes, the first cuts the deepest and the burn never truly goes away, but can you choose to live and let a dead love lie. Oh from deep within, strive, this time, to win or like the love… you too will die!
Never forget… Heaven, is where you are. Your just lost in tears, dry them off, and reach to win. No, occasional dreams aren't always seen, [for dreams you felt did die… were never born! ]but dreams you feel that died, were never born. Oh from deep within, strive, this time, to win or like the dream you loved… you too will die!
Dear Brother John
--Free Bird 02
Your engine roars like never before
With your chaps whistling in the high RPM breeze
…no worries, no hurries
Can ever be found
When your wheels are rolling
…Through the bright side of town.
Most feel you will never settle down
Your ship is just destine to run aground
But my Friend, My Brother
I know you're true in everything you do
For me, for we
Just shift another gear, lean tighter in every curve
For in our memories of the past
Our Dreams of the future
Our Reuniting will continue on
Even when it appears to be
…Our last gasp.
Dear John…
Your engine roars like never before
With your blonde hair and leathers
…blowing in your high revving breeze
Just think of me
As I think of you
For in my heart
I will always be there for you…
…Dear Brother John.
August 15,2008
Pondering Thoughts Of Time
--Free Bird 02
As the sun sets
In the cool evenings mist
Do you ever wonder…
What in life I might have missed?
Every time you think of me
Thinking of you
Do you ever ponder…
What I long to do?
Once the moon is full
I realize I've not missed a thing
For suddenly I can see your face
…What more could I have longed for…
…Even in a Dream?
August 15,2008
Minds of the Evasively Blind
--Free Bird 02
When does suffering initiate compassion?
How can compassion evolve from tragedy?
Since the essence of the vitally living force of red blood cells
…favors; no race, no color, no sex, no creed
Are we so freezing cold, so stone hearted firm
…that we cannot look deep
…deep into another's vitally living being …just like ours?
Why is my spirit invisible to yours?
Why can you not see beyond this body… this cover of my book!
Without opening this cover… you cannot see who I really am!
…nor communicate with me, in hopes of a sweet embrace.
For though my cover does not appeal to you
Each page does reveal the harbor to my heart, where I stand true.
Does fate reveal where each one's port does lie?
Or is it the acceptance of others what determines each one's port?
Is it not clear… how one may discriminating against another,
…where both are of equal colored blood… this is so absurd?
Comparably speaking, this would be like a gambler
…due to the "Luck of Their First Draw", they just simply fold.
In order to open-mindedly see
Draw a fine line between evasively blind and those who are not.
For the uncovering of each one's book… grants a grand reality.
For on behalf of the content of each book
…is the master plan… for all of US!
August 18,2008
The Saluting of the Soldiers
…of the Torn & Tattered Flag
We the people; salute the soldiers who secure our torn and tattered American Flag. For we can relate to the poetic justice of the soldiers, who stand armed, while the free... sleep in peace tonight! We too, can comprehend this soldier's firm stance for 'alls' Justice of Peace; not like the Capitalist's who dissect it, for personals Jurisprudence gain! Those who stand proud should not feel they stand in vain, for smelling the gunpowder... from faraway. For thanks to the soldiers, who protect our shores, we rarely hear the echoing shot... upon our own shores. So stand tall, salute proud, to the soldiers who marches on, and by far, the ones who fall... for in all they give, in the securing of our tattered American flag! ! !
August 22,2008
What do I long to do
Long…
…long to be with you
Back in our times of Yore
Where days were long
…ah, but nights were longer
…and longer too
August 27,2008
Lost Under the Mist of the Setting Sun
The illusion of seeing quite clear
When reality knows it's only an illusion
Based on the chill of fears that others might see their tears
To nevermore feel the pain of mental contusions
So they long to slip into the mist of the setting Sun
Where this illusion, once more, will never be done,
Is one truly lost under the mist of the setting Sun
Are they searching for something they've yet to see
Or perhaps even a melody they long to hum
In the rays nothing seems to wait for thee
For the light is so bright there's not time
To concur the fears that leaves one blind
Dream Dancers
Dream Dancers dance in harmony
…From dark till dawns early light.
Longing for a cool morning mist
…that is sure to bring much delight.
For each star they twist and twirl
…Brings up a heart throbbing heat in the night.
This beat lifts them in a sincerely high swirl
…Making dreamed illusions feel so right.
Their twirling rotates them into a softly down-under hurl
…where thank to dreams in comes their longed foresight.
August 30,2008
What I'd Do To See You Smile
Free Bird 02
Just to see you smile
I'd rope the wind a while
I'd reach for the stars
In hopes of shining a light down on you
As you did for the rhythm in my guitar
For carrying on is still what I long to do for you
And all I request from you
…is let me see your smile!
September 9,2008
Quote of a Legacy:
--Free Bird 02
"It is not the title one holds nor the things they claim they will do, but rather the legacy they leave from things they have done! "
November 6,2007
…The Living Fortitude of the Author in Me…
Quote: Time Is Destine To Arrive
One should never dispute the future… for it is destine to arrive!
October 4,2007
-Free Bird 02-
Quote: Contrast of Future Dreams
Contrast of future dreams, those days are never seen, ones eyes are only in today, with thoughts of yesterday!
October 4,2007
-Free Bird 02-
Quote: The End-of-Time Arrives
The End-of-Time arrives… once one no longer strives to survive.
October 5,2007
-Free Bird 02-
Saying of Times For Everyone:
From the first Granted Heart Beat, till the Last Attempted one, Reality says, "Time is there fore everyone! " But… before the first, and after the last… Time is just… Future, of the Past!
October 5,2007
Free Bird 02
Quote of the heart:
"No one can help everyone, but everyone can help someone."
November 26,2007
-Free Bird 02-
Quote of the Attainable:
"The only Unattainable thing is…
Things one refuses to try! "
February 12,2008
-Free Bird 02-
Quote of Leadership:
"True I am an Overachiever
…In the eyes of an Under-Conceiver,
However; if one can Conceive it,
Reality will Reveal it! "
February 13,2008
-Free Bird 02-
Achievability Quote:
"Anything Conceivable… Is Achievable"
Though most believe
The only things tangible
Are what reflects
"…From their mirror of life."
February 22,2008
-Free Bird 02-
Quote:
"This is no longer the Land of the Masses"
"I am the Wealthy Elite and you can kiss my asses."
April 18,2008
-Free Bird 02-
Experiences if Life:
More seems to be forever learned from tragedies, as apposed to short lived little triumphs. So hang in there, lift yourself back upon your feet, dust off, and walk onto your next experience of life.
April 27,2008
Patience's of a Quote:
Some say patience is found in a virgin
I have been screwed nine ways from Sunday
My patience with you is up!
April 29,2008
-Free Bird 02-
Legacy of a Winner:
It is not the trophy's one wins
But rather the percentage of effort one gives
To determine who truly is the winner
For there is always luck of the draw
But never the luck of effort and desire.
May 4,2008
The Negative of One In Many:
It only takes one sour lemon…
To give the apple tree of wisdom
…a bad name!
May 18,2008
Peaceful Passion of Time:
If Passion had Peace and You had Time, Would Your Time Revolve Around My Time, to Passionately have Peace... All the Time?
June 4,2008
A True Blessed Day:
Please have a blessed day; by always learning from short comings, and everlastingly cherish all forms of success, no matter how big or how small!
July 14,2008
Beautiful Sunny Dreams:
May the rising sun brighten your dreams,
Rather than fade them away,
…as a darkening, sweating, setting sun.
August 2,2008
One Plus One Is We:
If I could do for you
What you do for me
We could be
…In continuous harmony.
August 20,2008
When I am away, like deep in the South, cast your bobbling catfish line, pick up your pen and paper, and drop me a line.
From your friend
The Poet Who Don't Know It
2007
Similarities In True Friendships:
True friendships are like a sweet marital bonding
…the only difference is the perks.
September 9,2008
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Infamous Thoughts From a Philosopher's Mind Transferred Via Pen to Paper:
May the world forever revolve around Dreams and Inspirations; both granted and seen! If upon an unforeseen point in time, your pleasure falls to pain… Realize, that you were just introduced to a New Plain of Knowledge that many before you never were able to See, as a Wiseman! Many points of devastation can take us far. Whereas, days of joy go unfelt "If" they last too long. For unless there is a mortal devastating challenge, to one's occasional point in-time, they lose the true grasp of comparison, which in turn causes them to ponder…"What is so good about this… things never get better… what if, what if, what if? "
FreeBird
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