A Man Of Rags

Treasured small hands dipped in cool clear water.
Eyes so blue the heavens open for the beauty they behold.
A voice so soft not even the leaves move as her voice passes by.
Her steps so light the ground does not move with each step.

Long curls of blonde hair flows down her back.
Her skin soft as cotton and smooth as new spun silk.
Her smile brings down the angels from the clouds.
Her songs brings the animals of the forest.

Butterfly’s follow her every where she goes.
The Sun never leaves her face.
She walks in his Grace.
She talks to Him all day.

He loves her without measure.
His arms surround her everywhere she goes.
In her bad times He lifts her up and carries her home.
And in her good times he blesses her with Love.

Her treasured small hands dipped in the cool clear water.
Her blue eyes looked up at the man in rags.
She gave him the drink she took in her hands.
The voice from heaven was clear as a bell.

My maidservant pleases me.
As she follows me wherever I go.
I never knew her or have set my eyes on her.
Yet I have felt her touch and felt her love.

I am but a poor man in rags.
I wonder the land looking for truth.
I take what people give me.
I Thank The Lord for my Life.

He lays his head on the ground.
Where he would sleep.
She would sit in the tree singing.
Waiting for the new day smiling on a man.

A man of rags with many riches.


Somewhere Tomorrow

The smell of morning.
The Feel of grass on bare feet.
The suns rays on your face.

The laughter in the air.
The love you came home to.
The other world you lived in.

Baseball games at night.
Music on a transistor radio.
Dedicating a song to your girlfriend.


Riding your bicycle all day long.
Laying in the yard at night.
Watching the “lighting bugs.”

Fussing because you had to go to bed.
But you looked out the screen window.
Knowing you would be doing it all again.






My beautiful picture

Photo Credit: Gertie Wells, @1957

Soulful Day

A soul can be a troubling thing.
It can be sad, and the sky is gray.
It can awake, to a spring rain.

The soul can be a beautiful thing.
It can smile at the laughter of a child.
It can cry at the thought of the past.

The soul is an amazing thing.
It is always growing, yet we do not feel it.
It is always moving yet it never leaves.

The soul is a confusing thing.
It can be happy when it is raining.
And sad when the sun is shining.

The soul is a constant thing.
It is always there ever present in the moment.
It never displays emotion until it is ready.

The soul has many descriptions.
But only the one you have is correct.
And the one they have is correct.

At the end of the day the soul does not rest.
It has to put the days thought and experiences in place.
And when you wake it takes on the face of another day.

The soul can be a troubling thing.
It can be happy or it can be sad.
It is beautiful and full of laughter.

The soul can cry and feel pain.
The soul can feel pain and bounce back again.
The soul is our guide in life if we let it.

The soul is a troubling thing.
The soul is an amazing thing.
The soul is a confusing thing.
Yet the soul is a constant thing.

How else would we see our day?



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Sorrow And Pain

The sun shines and the flower grows.
The rain comes, and washes the earth clean.

A child is born, and happiness fills the air.
An old man dies, and sorrow fills a heart.

I have walked the road of many.
I have read the books religions.

I have followed the teachings of the teachers.
And found all roads were short and left me feeling lost.

I found the path to happiness was long and full of traps.
And one night I found myself dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight.

My journey has just begun, and yet the road keeps going.
I seek knowledge, and once I get it, I want more.

As the day becomes night, and cool breeze flows gently on my body.
I drift into the bliss of a beautiful dream where everything is perfect.

In the night there are things hiding in the corners.
They are there to take you away, far from your comfortable home.

So if you find yourself in a field at night, with fog in the air.
And the shadow figure comes walking your way.

That to learn and realize your purpose you must confront this person.
And in that moment you must dance with the devil in the pale moon light.

Then you can open your eyes, your ears and mind.
And life will become clear, only if you let it and believe it.


Tomorrow May Never Come

The cool running water of a stream.
The warmth of a summer day.
The smell of your perfume.
The smooth softness of your skin.

Your beautiful brown eyes.
Looking deep into mine.
Your smile gives me comfort.
Your caress gives me joy.

If tomorrow never comes.
And I never see you again.
Will you know that I always Love You.
I always have and always will.


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Troubled World

Will man survive another day?
Will the earth be it’s every guard?
Can life continue with such evil inside?
Or will fire consume the soul?

If you could have the answer,
Would you tell all the truth?
If you could stop one hurt in the world,
Would you sacrifice your life to do it?

And when the sun sets tonight,
Will you sleep peaceful knowing you did not help?
When you wake tomorrow will you see the sun?
Or will feel your mistake?

Will man survive another day?
Will the water guard the shores?
Will the evil within the ground swallow up your soul?
Will everything you know right now be lost forever?


And will you feel the pain?

If man can survive another day,
If the earth guards the soul,
If the water surrounds the shores,
And twilight sets another day.
Will it all be over or just the start,
Of life being fought another way?

Passing Words

Speak to me!
Look at me!
Hold me!
Love me!

“If time should pass.
And this world should end.
If life should go away.
And we never meet again.

Speak to me!
Look at me!
Hold me!
Love me!

If we never meet before that day.
And our time really passes away.
Remember me for who I am.
Not for what I use to be.

Speak to me!
Look at me!
Hold me!
Love me!

“Know I loved you then and love you now.
Know my love never died.
Know I wanted your forgiveness.
Know I am but a faulty man.

Speak to me!
Look at me!
Hold me!
Love me!

I am sorry for then.
I am sorry for now.
I am sorry for the hurt.
I am sorry for the mistake.” 

Speak to me!
Look at me!
Hold me!
Love me!

You are gone now.
I will never say these words to you.
My heart hurts from the pain.
Your passing still burning in my soul.

Speak to me!
Look at me!
Hold me!
Love me!

If we meet again, will you?
If by chance we pass will you?
If you see me will you?
If I look at you again will you?”

Speak to me!
Look at me!
Hold me!
Love me!

” All of these will you?
All of these will?

All of these?
All of?
Will you?