The Soul of the Poet 8
Bus Stop
Gathered together in one place,
Each in own space,
Waiting on the iron horse
To sweep us off our feet of course
But first we have to pay a fee,
Then ride and then see,
And look at our location.
Waiting as time ticks away
As if stay.
Here long enough will the iron horse come?
To that desired destination
Where I must go in all this accusation
Rushing here and there
Just as my far
May go long distance and short it gets there of sorts,
In order to be where I have to be.
Closer I see it coming to pick us all up,
And so, I grab my silver cup,
And ride that iron horse,
Away, away I go!
To where I need to go,
On the wings of my iron horse you know,
No matter how far or near
My mind is settled, and I cheer,
That I will be where I need to be
To look out of the window
And see the beauty of the city,
Riding along the way.
17 January 2023
Flight
Follow your dreams,
May it soar under eagle’s wings.
Follow your dreams!
May it take flight?
And all your wishes and dreams
Will soar higher heights.
As you dream sweet dreams.
Don’t let anyone pull you down!
But you be in encouraged and be lifted up
As you dream dreams like never before
And take flight in everything you do.
June 2004
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Long Lonesome Road
To every traveling soul that wonders
Here I travel
This long lonesome road.
I don’t know where it’ll lead me
But I will be a travelin’ with this heavy load
No matter where I travel
This road will lead me there
As I travel this long lonesome road.
Here I travel
This long lonesome road.
Not many travelers to travel with me,
Just a lonely poet with a suitcase filled with words to fill
No matter where I travel
I am goin’ to be free
As I travel this long lonesome road.
Here I travel
This long lonesome road.
Where I’ll roam alone,
But yet I am not alone you see,
I have a guitar packed with a million songs,
No matter where I travel
I will be surely free,
As I travel this long lonesome road.
As I travel this long lonesome road,
Traveling here and there to parts unknown.
I am just a stranger travelin’ along with my load,
Spreadin’ a little joy where Christian love is bound to be shown.
Yes, I travel this long lonesome road,
As I travel this long lonesome road.
Travel on!
Travel on!
Travel on that long lonesome road.
Travel on!
Travel on!
Travelin’ on that lonesome road.
Yes, travel on!
Travel on I say, travel on!
Travel on that long lonesome road.
No matter where I travel
I will be surely free
As I travel this long lonesome road,
Yes, I travel that long lonesome road.
Travel on!
Travel on!
Yes, I will be travelin’ that long lonesome road.
April 2004
SOUL OF THE POET 8
The Prayer
Make me over Lord,
Make my life new
Even in times I am going through.
Make me over Lord,
Mend this broken heart
Make me over Lord.
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The Sweetness of You
You’re like candy
Chocolate my passionate treat,
My one and only sweetness
From your head to your feet.
A wonderful sweet tooth to behold,
Just another excuse to taste
You on my tongue my dear
A memory that won’t be erased.
And if the truth be told
I find myself craving you
A taste that never gets old
Strangely enough all of this is true.
With just one touch of your hand
And that look in your eyes,
In hopes you’ll understand
That it’s this loves you must realize.
The sweetness that is of you
Like a special taste so,
And like candy it’s all true
And you know this is true.
It’s the sweetness of you
The sweetness of you so…
Lots of agony of defeats
Mixed in with angry words
At angry thoughts
From an angry poet
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Hello and Goodbye
In memory of Aubrina Fussell with love.
Gone too soon
And soon seems like too late,
And too late is too late,
Even when I didn’t say goodbye to you
Or whisper, “I love you” in your ear
In order you may hear me.
Born too late?
Or gone too soon I ask
But I wonder too
Why taken now but now I wonder.
Your baby barely knows you
And your family is left behind.
I said, hello to you
Wondering if you were fine.
Just a friendly jester with a smile
As I see your happy face glow from your dark skin shines.
Hello to you was the beginning of a conversation
And later before just that to both of us.
After all of that,
You turned and went away----forever!
Lost, gone from me
Like a flower plucked
Soon gone away
And that’s when I say
Good-bye this time around to you
A hard and harsh word
Especially when you’ve gone too soon.
THE SOUL OF THE POET 8