The Soul of the Poet 9
Poem: life
Life’s beginnings seem long,
Like the lines of the sands of time
Or long as a winding road
Going nowhere
But ending up somewhere
Until there is no end in sight.
Life changes like autumn’s colors of leaves
On the tree when one moment, one color
The next, another and so it goes,
The changes of life’s many faces
And yet so it goes and so it goes.
Around and the world goes,
Like this globe, this place, this space
This planet, this thing called life!
Dearly beloved we are in this thing called life
And believe it or not if you dare.
Mystery is of life
As life is a mystery.
I do not know why but
I just know why but
I accept it as it is,
Not gospel but as it is conclusion, amen.
May 2002
The Soul of the Poet 9
There's Victory Through Pain
Yes, there's victory through pain,
Like a flower that needs rain,
As the sky is so blue,
Where's God's love is true,
There's victory through pain.
Suffering won't be long,
Faith will make you strong.
Worry not of what's going on,
But God can deal with it my daughter, my son.
There's victory pain.
Despite not those things that seems hard for you,
There's a friend who loves you too,
No matter the problems you go through,
He will be there for you always,
Let Him comfort you today,
Because there's victory through pain.
Need a friend to be there for you?
Someone to carry you through,
The trials we all do face,
He's there to give you love and grace,
Yes, there's victory through pain.
Lika flower that needs rain,
He's there through your pain.
No matter what you're going through,
He's there always through the pain,
And there's victory for you.
27 April 2023
Blow
In memory of Miles Davis
When you hear him play,
Just close your eyes
And away
Your mind wonders,
Or dreams of what he's playing,
Or what he's thinking as he plays
And he plays a tune to soothe.
Blow your horn,
Give it a tune,
And let me hear you.
With power he blows
Leaving you speechless,
As you hear him play.
Picture View
I once saw a man
On the street panhandling for money
With cup in his hand,
Just asking for change.
But how it is strange,
In a country rich in abundance,
That has someone with a cup.
Not the drinking type
But one that tells you I give up
I'm done with this life of mine
But is it funny,
A world like this so unkind
As I watch from a view window of life.
I can see clearly now
The shame of life seem
But I still wonder about the dirty streets
Unkept and not so clean
While you can see a world so mean
Where everything is circled around me
Yes, me, me, me
No one else I do see
My very own universe that's who.
4 Jun. 2021
The Soul of the Poet 9
Untitled # 3
Call me crazy
But I swear you said
You’re not in love with me
Anymore
That you hate my guts
And you don’t want me no more.
I believed at once
You loved me so
But I guess you lied
To save face
Your face instead of
Telling me a whole truth
Instead of a telling me the truth
You told me a whole lie.
Hate fester and bleeds
Like blood
And when it soaks in
The fabric ruined
And the beauty of that love
Gone and forgotten
Forever and ever and a day
Perhaps a week or more
But gone like the wind.
Like damaged goods
Only to be thrown away
Tossed aside like trash
And never be used once more
To never be used never again.
Like something destroyed
It will not be the same
Like time and space gone....
8-8-08
