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A warm summer breeze blew you into our lives;
we knew not from whence you came.
Your flight was delicate - your colors vibrant!
You entertained us with your smile and dance - the dance of life!
Flitting hither and yon, free and without care; now with broken wing.
But 'twas not the season for healing. The darkness came and took
you away from us, and we beheld your face no more.
'Twas a warm summer breeze that brought you to us;
'twas a cold winter chill that took you away.
And so we long once more for the summertime; in the paradise
of God will we see you again! The darkness will nevermore take
you from our side. We will delight in your presence. We will sing
together the songs of Jah. We will bask in the glorious light of life,
and forever enjoy our society of friendship and good times.
Until then, sweet butterfly, you will rest. You are gone, if but
for a moment, but you are not forgotten. You made our lives brighter,
better. You taught us how to live and how to love.
The Power of Love
The sweet little girl, just this side of ten,
had a wisdom beyond her few years.
Her mommy had been with so many men,
she'd seen pain, fear, and so many tears.
Those pretty green eyes had witnessed so much,
horrors that they should never have known.
Barbies, teddy bears, and soft things to touch,
these are the things that a child rightly owns.
Then one day, when her mom was away,
the strange man to her did come near.
Her screams could be heard a mile away,
the officer held her as he shed a tear.
In less than a year, when hope had grown dim,
a nice couple took note and did offer.
She glanced at the lady, then looked up at him,
as they promised ne'er more would she suffer.
From that day forward her life took a turn,
sweet things would now always pursue her.
Barbies and teddys and so much to learn!
She was loved, happy, and forever secure.
Milky WayAs I lay on the ground and look up at the stars,
crickets are chirping their songs from afar.
From my home on the hill the view is sublime,
such heavenly scenes inspire many a rhyme.
As I gaze I soon wonder what life's all about,
hatred and wars sometimes cause me to doubt.
Yet surely this cosmic dance high 'bove my head,
was created by Someone whose heart for me bled.
This I am sure of and yes, this I believe,
that the "Someone" who made us wants us to be free.
Free from the pain and the sorrow and guilt,
free to seek peace on this planet He's built.
For now such things, too wonderful for me,
has made my head sleepy, it's time for my tea.
Time to get moving as the dawn has approached,
I'll ponder yet later this quandary I've broached.
Cry of the Banshee
I heard a wailing so soft and low,
through the trees I spied an eerie glow.
As the night wore on 'twas louder yet,
I laid there silent, did moan and fret.
To what did the lonesome cry portend?
I shivered to think 'twas near the end.
Could the reaper of darkness be nigh?
My answer soon came from up on high.
"The men who dress in those long white robes,
who spread their lies all across this globe.
See there! Many who are dressed in red!
Their godless decrees fill men with dread.
But the one who holds that staff so tight,
the one who's conquered with all his might,
was he that someone for whom she wailed,
or will they all be unmasked, unveiled?"
The sound did fade as the dawn did break,
I turned on the news, barely awake.
Lo and behold! The whore had fallen.
The faces of many had now grown sullen.
Never again will her voice ever rise.
Never again will she give out advice.
Never again will she preach for a price.
What He NoticedHe noticed that her hair was as blonde as the sun,
perfectly brushed, hanging loosely about her shoulders.
He noticed that her lips were as red as crimson,
curled slightly up, in an everlasting smile.
He noticed that her wedding ring glistened in the light,
a band of gold, a reminder of good times past.
He noticed that her eyes were closed as if asleep,
those beautiful blues, the windows to her soul.
But what he noticed most of all was a heart no longer beating,
a chest no longer rising and falling with breath.
"This deafening silence; O to hear her laugh once again!"
As she lay there now in her eternal bedchamber,
her lifeless body as still as the hands of a broken timepiece,
he couldn't help notice, no, he couldn't help but notice...
That his life would never be the same.
Sadness is... the pain in my head
the sleepless nights
the boss on my case
the loss of my home
the tears of a child
the war in my town
the hatred of some
the world's apathy
the poor who have none
the rich with too much
the scars of the heart
the lies being spread
the car that went left
the train that derailed
the plane that went down
the death of a friend
when it's all said and done
and I'm left all alone
will you be the one or...
will I have none
Werewolves, vampires, and ghostsWerewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh my!
And here I was sure they were friends.
Bela, one night, for my neck did try,
till his cape got caught on the fence!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good gawd!
Am I dreaming or is it all true?
When Lon grew a beard I found it quite odd,
was it real or he used super glue?
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good lord!
Am I in Transylvania or what?
Casper came callin' one night, I was bored,
and then green-slimed me right 'cross the gut!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh please!
I say enough is enough is enough!
I wish to gawd these wackos would cease,
before I grow fangs, turn into a wolf!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, all gone!
In reality, they never were there.
But thank you for coming along on the con,
truth took to flight on a wing and a prayer!
Happiness is... the sun in the sky
the clouds puffy white
the wind in my hair
the scent of a rose
the moon up above
the stars all around
the sound of the ocean
the salt on my tongue
the top of the peak
the green on the slope
the soft grass beneath
the smell of the pines
the house on the hill
the glow of the fire
the bread in the oven
my soft feather pillow
Summertime!Oh joy, oh bliss, old man Winter is gone,
and the Spring has passed like a storm.
Summer's now here 'tis my season of fun,
for this I have lived and was born.
We'll laugh and play, watch our cares fade away,
and at night we'll sleep out of doors.
My animal friends will come here to stay,
we'll chase shadows out on the moor.
When Summer is gone the memories sway,
and help me get through the next Fall.
When Winter comes around I won't dismay,
next Summer I'll again have a ball!
Decadent LoveYou are as fine as the french silk sheets you sleep in.
Flawless, soft and decadent.
You are the Domaine Romanée-Conti
Passing through your soft pursing lips,
kissing the crystal rim of my glass.
You are as breathtaking as midnight in Paris,
A sight briefly seen as I lean across your lap
But still imprinted, and sealed with your kiss.
You are New York's Golden Opulence Sundae,
the 23-carat gold leaf that you peel off
And gently place on my tongue.
You are the Bugatti Veyron,
racing through the Overseas Highway in the Florida Keys,
with me, staring out at the vibrant blues as we speed passed.
You are the Museo Guggenheim of Spain
The Runways in Italy
The Kohinoor diamond
And I am but a simple man,
Trying to keep up.
Just Because...June was the month I first met my love,
Upon first sight, a gift from above!
Soft was her voice like that of a dove,
Twas God on our hearts a tapestry wove.
Before a year passed our lives were one,
Ever so many nights we had fun!
Children were planned, before it was done,
Angels were born, two girls and a son.
Ups and downs and soon they were gone,
So here we are, our work is now done;
End of a chapter, and yet we sail on!
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