What is this dream planted and growing inside my mind? What is the treasure, tomorrow that I'll find? - I'm on my way.  Don't know where,but somehow will know when I get there. God has planted a dream and its growing strong as long as I follow Him I can never go wrong. I am on my don't know where, but will be at peace when I get there. I am on my way.

She ran away from parents,school, and family not long ago- left behind a loving envirnment, finally she was found again and the children's law degreed that she would be better served in a state supervised home far away from her own. visting parents at court appointed times .and while she was on that personal adventure her parents had to cling and hold on to both jobs and sanity , while silent tears fell down each  face away from prying eyes to see.ever putting on a brave  united front, while looking up to God to ever let His love and direction inside be.

i'm writing this letter on a day that finds me not close to you in nearness or reality. if you were here feeble words  of mine would try to tell that each new day love blossoms in my heart like an eternal tree the gifts of your beauty and grace shine softly like moonlight on still water or a sunrise newly born each day .i know that Shakespeare must have written the words ''she walks in beauty like the night'' just for you, and i totally agree.

pieces of folded paper cover the holes in my shoes. my bills are past due which is nothing new . i walk past the restarant where people are eating and my stomach sends  out a reminder that its time to eat. walking  on tired and weary feet. but never will i boo who , my faith that things will change  will never be displaced,God will help me win the race the sweet nector of Victory my lips will always  taste.

Looking in the mirror who can that  very confident person be, take another long look and realize that man is me. moving ahead strong despite serious doubts  reaching out  a helping hand to my brothers and sisters  on this planet forsaking  the shadows of self pity and  if along  the  way i want to  make   a differance and with joy see  others shout, that's what love  and peace are all about. the phone of destiny  rings ,and i answer the call God's  trying to reach mankind  don't you know  sin let it fall  there is no doubt or fear , while looking in the mirror  as i stay strong ,  nothing  can be  a terror i'll do more than survive, but won't leave this world alive

He held the rich brown earth in the palm of a large hand from which his crops grew. tasted the smoked country ham meat, ate freely of the cornbread, the peach cobbler, sweet potato pie, turnip greens, while laughing a laugh like pure rich music. I thought him to be a glass that would never fall nor break, a flower with need of rain nor soil a daily tower of gentle strength. He embraced all of life's joys and pains like a man. He went forth with gifts and sought to anoint the world with  the same love that anointed his family. Grandpa Penny tried to make me look beyond my foolish youth, so that i might understand the ways of wisdom. Now looking back over the long passing of years, I realize that he opened my blinded eyes, offering me a chance to see life face to face. And I closed my eyes and let time move this solitary man to another emotional place and cried, because I didn't want to deal with expectation and far away hope. But now brighter  is the way for Grandpa Penny taught me that truth never lies and no lie lasts forever.

Grandpa would fling seeds upon the  earth to make food come forth to feed our hunger's needs, walk with hands behind his back and head bowed in deep thought or maybe he was  looking for the time he lost. Grandpa Penny would go fishing by the local  muddy creek and sit there quietly  for hours in the stillness, no doubt, fishing  for memories  out of his life's rapidly flowing stream . And he would laugh  a laugh as clear and pure as  polished glass and slap  a knee with delight  as times  and days rolled past.  Memories softly flooded his mind, with veins on Bible-holding hands he would preach on Sunday mornings about the troubles of the world, its joys, the many souls yet unsaved, and about America being one vast link of connecting cities reaching  from NEW YORK to HOLLYWOOD and beyond. CD's playing electric winking  blues moaning and crying. American fusing slowly all of its dark sin, good times, the hell with tomorrow, into one giant mass of group loneliness. It made no difference if he walked down polluted city streets or through spring country fields of black eyed susans or beneath skies blue bright.

Blues falling down on me with trouble big as raindrops but not all of the time, i'd be rich if they were nickles ,quarters, or even dimes. but i'll continue to look up and be guided by God's unseen hand. facing bravelt whatever comes my way with a trunk full of faith, while rolling on through this  great and beautiful land. i'm sure that you can understand, about the blues falling down on me, some times i just have to moan or sigh, pray the devil's hands off me while looking up to my father in the sky, who won't let me die and will do more than just help  His son get by.

I need someone who will respect and cherish me, need someone who with God given love will be free. someone with their loving tenderly will be bold, need someone to stay while time is making this man  old.love is a mighty force that sweeps acrosss the nation  we  can  all agree, but  my sweet darling be stedfast as a rock put a smile on my face and glow in this heart  as i hear your key turning in  the house lock. need someone who will hold on real tight, make this man real grateful for each prayer i said at night. love is the reason sweetie i'm living don't you see, i need a good lady, need someone to bring it on home to me. and this is a great  and lasting reward and make   a shout rise up thank you lord.

Come take my hand and risk romance fill up my life with flowers of love and let your sweet presence  filland delight  i've got to know if these overwhelming feelings within are real noneed to keep on questioning me each day about what i feel.dance sister dance,come take a chance   in tune with me  and build romance,dance sister,dance.

For only hope of a better tomorrow  can take  away the stitches sewn in the beating angry heart and deliver one from the everlasting mud of despair which one is sinking fast. America through  our politicians has said unto us,''we do it all for you,voters elected us to serve ourselves." We have sacrificed American sons to the exploding bullets of war in faraway lands.boys from Philadelphia, Texas ,California,Arizonia, taken away from their budding lives and sacred dreams to fight for another's freedom when freedom is still elusive to our native  daughters and sons.we are those with broken nails and scarred hands,work-ruined backs,who give the most but take home the least.some of us are young or old  and worn down in spirit,found in city doorways or hooking for livings in alleys or hugging ***** pavements in pain.our hands  might form  together in nightly prayers  for more bread  and higher checks,less taxes  that slowly  wash away human life.lady of liberty,what are you staring at?don't you see the people suffering in this great land? what hour is  the best to be poor, if any? we are  at the crossroads of human existence, trouble in our  lives is like barbed wire  strung at intervals, like dark stars wherever people wander. wake up America,save us from slowly dying in your electric cities,for you America,  through our  politicians have said  unto  us , we do it all  for you. i've seen and heard old men with  white socks and canes their memories fading like yesteryear's scrapbook pictures,buy dog food for the evening meal.the  middle class have s new change of address  closer to the poverty line. here we all  are caught up in the stillness  of time ,watching  our politicians  seal our  fates  with  heartless intent  and cunning minds  as they  earnestly say,''we do it  to you and for you.''

Your love for me is on vacation while my pain is still here and never went away just let me ask  what is the best hour to get your love and what day is good? can i ever gain  from the past  moments we  had, more than  loss has  taken? i guess  that  the love  we  had  just  stays on my mind

America   written   on  your   lady   of  liberty  statute  in  new  york ,  you  ask  fpr   the  tired,  the  poor,   those   yearning   to  breathe  free.    and  we  are   here   behind   that   statute,     waiting   in   articulate   rage   for   our   change  to  come.    we   cry    out    to   you   from  the   500  hundred  people   standing   in  line   for   one   job  line,   from  the  welfare  long  line  and  cheap  bargain   stores, as   we  eat  the  corner  store's  high  priced  make believe  steaks  and  bullet  proof  beans  that  make   up  our   daily  bread    the   American  dream   for   us   is   quickly    becoming    a  constant  nightmare,  even   while  awake  and   slowly   the  great  horn  of   plenty   is  running   dry.  for  we  are  overworked,overlooked, underpaid,   victimized  and  forgotten  in   this   land  of   the   free   and  home   of  the  brave.and  the  money  eagle  still  flies, but  too high  for  the  poor  to  catch. blacks,whites,yellows,browns, all  sing  the  blues of  hard  times, some   off  key  and  some  on.  congressmen  and  city council  legislate  themselves  higher   salaries , less  work  days  and  longer  vacations  an d  more  fun   times   supposedly  taken  to  other  lands   to   to  study   how   poor   we  are  here. Democrats  are  doing  it   to  their   secretaries,  while   the  Republicans  are  doing  it  to   the  nation.taxes  are  high,heat  and utilities too. the  cost   of  living  is  going  up  while   the chance at  living  is  going  down. food  stamps  throat    was  cut and   as  our  world  turns  people  in  other  lands  are  watching   the land  on  the  mat  taking  the  count.  the wait  and  want  for  daily  bread  and  a  better   chance  to  live  clings  like  a  bad   season   to   the poor  ,tired  and weary.poverty's  sorrow  slides  past   the  cheap  wine  inspired  laughter, the   stolen  ***  moments  to  blot  everything  out  and  forget, all  these  things   form  a  chain   of  human  need  can   i  get  a  witness ?

Listen  son    stop   trying   to   tell  me    i   don't   belong  here    because   i'm  black    i  was  born   in   the  state   of   Virginia  which  makes  me  American  these    large  brown  eyes  see   before  me  in  you     i  see   beyond   your    phony   pretend  concern    you  expert  on  me  kung  fu  words   all  the   while   trying   to  edge  closer   to   my  personal   life   which   will  remain   closed  claiming  to  follow  Denzil  Washington or Oprah  which  is  supposed  to  make  me  feel  loved   and  distracted    what  do  you   know   about   the  highs  and  lows  of  being Black? I'm  about  to  back  you   up  and    put   you  in    your   place  and    stay  out   of   the  place  you  keep   trying   to  put  me    cause  who  i  am  ...is   me .

This  is  a noted   to  remind   us  all  to  grow  tired   of  any  questionable  and  uncertain  path   your   relationship  might  take   and  always  realize  that  women  like  emotional   nurturing  and  centering  in  themselves-  which  helps  them  to  grow  in  a  positive / sane  direction   i've  often  wondered  and  it  is't  a  pleasant  wonder   why   the   wrong  people   fall  in   love   and   become   a   pair - what  causes   cracks   in  the  foundation   of  love -  some  warp   in  the  chromosomes,   some  flaw  in  the  genes   a thin   film  of  paranoia  in  the  embryonic  sac ?  is  it   the  stresses  of  modern  life  or  Mozart's  Requiem  of  the  full  moon  or  no  moon  at  all?  was  it  the  march   beyond  being  strangers  perhaps-  that  destroyer  of  great  expectations ?  or  does  love   bring  forth  a  dormant  madness  that  always   begins  on  a  day  that  other wise  seems  normal -  beautiful  even, fate  thumbing  its  nose  at  the  future ?   mutual   sharing  is  required  for  any  lasting  relationship  but sharing  is  not  in itself   what  i'm  talking  about. nor  is   relationship.   i'm  talking   of  the  capacity  to   meet  and  be  met   such  meetings   from  time  to  time   are  the  essential  growing  points   in  any  live   relationship  could  hardly  be  used.    the  modern  emphasis  on  relationships  between  two  people  can   degenerate  into  mere  exclusiveness   and  a    self-conscious  sharing  which   valuable  though   it  is   may   become   an  infringement  of  privacy  or  an  abuse  of  intimacy.  deliberate  sharing  is   dangerous.  new   ideas  which   are  forming  in  the  dephs  of  the  mind  can  be  destroyed  or  crippled  by  being  shared  to  soon   it's  like  dragging  a  baby  from  the  womb  before  it's  ready  to  to  be  born   or  digging   a  tulip  bulb   up  to  watch  the  sprouting  of  the  roots   respect   for  another  person's  privacy  is  as   important   as    sharing  thoughts  the  deepest  communication  will  in   any  case  take  place  in  moments   of  silence    every   time  i  think   it  is  one's  own  attitude  not  the  the  relationship  on  which  one  needs  to  work  it's  a  fact  that  in  any  partnership   if  one  partner  becomes  quite   clear  in  himself  what  it  is  the  situation  requires   the  chances   are  it  will  not  even  be  necessary  to  voice  it   the  other   will  somehow  pick  up  the  point  and  comply  with  no  words  said   internal  clarity  anywhere   seems  to  have  the  effect   of  an  invisible  guiding  force   can  be  trusted  to  affect  not   only   personal  relationships  but   outer   situations   for   the  person  who  has  achieved  inner  clarity   new  paths   appear  and  doors  open    without  the  need   to  knock

Traveling down  so  many roads  is  where i've  been  at  times  been  a saint  but  often  sinned   my   epitaph  is  yet  to  be  written  and  i   want  to  be  able  to   whisper  a  prayer  before  i  go   right  now  not   what   God   and  certain  people   desire  me  to  be  but  if  He  sets  this  man  back  on  track  before  Death  arrives   in   Heaven   my   soul  will   up  there  is  finally   free

pete  called  me  and  said  that  he  wanted  to  talk  man  to   man  finally  battered  and    emontionally   wounded   he  said   his  girlfriend  was  gone  drained  and  tired  of  the   questionable  and  uncertain  path  the  relationship  had  taken  he  should've  realized  that  women,  like  men  need  emotional  nurturing   and  centering in  themselves- which  helps  them  to  grow  in   a   positive/sane  direction  i've  often  wondered  why  the  wrong  people  fall  in  love  and  become  a  pair... what  causes  cracks  in  the  foundation  of  love- some  warp  in  the chromosomes,some  flaw  in  the  genes, a thin  film of  paranoia   in  the  embryonic  sac ? is  it  the  stresses  of   modern  life  or  Mozart's  Requiem  of  the  full  moon   or no  moon? was  it  the  march  beyond   being   strangers,perhaps- that  destroyer  of  great  expectations? or  does  love  bring  forth  a   dormant  madness  that always  begins  on  a  day  that  other wise  seems  normal- beautiful even   fate  thubing its  nose  at the  future ? mutual  sharing  is  required  for  any  lasting  relationship  but  sharing is not  in  itself   what  i'm  talking  about   nor   is  relationship  i'm   talking  of   capacity  to  meet   and  be  met   in  the  soft  unkown  part  of  your being  such   meetings  from  time  to  time  are  the  essential   growing  points   in  any  live  relationship    can    hardly  be  used.  it  is  possible  i'm  sure  for  more  than  two  people  to  meet  at  the  same  time    the  modern  emphasis  on  relationships  between  only  two  people  can  degenerate   into   mere  exclusiveness  and  a  self-conscious  sharing  which  though  it  is,  may  become  an  infringement  of privacy,  or  an  abuse  of  intimacy. deliberate  sharing  is  sometimes  as  dangerous  as  sympathy  new  ideas  which  are  forming  in  the  depths  of  the  mind   can  actually  be  destroyed  or  crippled   by  being  shared  to  soon  it  is  like  dragging  a  baby  from  the  womb  before  it's  ready  to be  born  or  digging  up  a  tulip bulb  to  watch  the  sprouting  of  the  roots   respect  for  another  person's  privacy  is  as  important   as   sharing  thoughts   for  the  deepest  communication  will in  any case  take  place  in  moments  of  silence  every  time  i  think  its  one's  own  attitude, not  the relationship on  which  one  needs  to  work  its  a  fact   that  in  any  partnership  if  one  of  the  partners  becomes quite  clear  in  himself  what  it  is  that  the  situation  requires  the  chances  are  it  won't  even   be  necessary  to  voice  it   the  other  will   somehow pick  up  the  point  and  comply   with  no  words  said  internal  clarity  anywhere  seems  to  have  the  effect  of  an  invisible  guiding  force   which  can  be  trusted  to  affect  not  only  personal  relationships  but   other  situtions  for  the  person  who  has achieved  inner  clarity   new paths  appear  and  doors  open  without  the  need  to knock

traveling  down  so  many  roads  is  where  i've  been, at  times  been  a  saint,   but   often     a    sinner  my  epitaph  is  yet  to  be  written   and   i  don't   know  what its  going to  say, i  want  to be   able to  whisper  a prayer  a  prayer  before  i go  right  now i'm  not  what  God  and  certain  people  want  me to  be  but  if  he  sets  this   worry  traveler  back  on  track  before  death  arrives  and  the   full  beauty  this  world  my  eyes  can   no  longer  see  than   to  glance  heavenward  and  be  glad   that  my  soul is  finally free

woke  up  this  morning  in  the  World  That  you  created  for  me  with    a   grin . Love  and  happiness  are  the  moods  that  you  keep me  in. Leaving  your  presence  don't  ever  want  to  think  about  or  even  try, like   flowers  pulled  from the  soil  inside  i  would die.can't  stand  for  your arms  not  to embrace  or  sweetnes  to unfold, daily  good  treatment  coming  is the  gift   see   right  now  in  the  mirror  looking  is a special  me.  love is  pouring  down  on  my  spirit  like  leaves  from  a fall  tree. you're  both  friend  and  unfailing  lover  making  a special  me. your  love  is  the  real  thing  and  there  is  no  need  to  worry  beg  or plead, knowing  inside  that   your   desire  makes  a  special me.

Woke  up  this  morning  in  the  World  that  you  created  for   me with  a grin, love  and  happiness  are  the  moods  that  you  keep    me.  in.  leaving  your  presence  is  something  there  is  no  desire for, don't  even  want  to  try, like  flowers  pulled  from  the  soil  inside  i  would   die  can't  stand  for  your  arms  not to  hold nor  your  sweetness  never to unfold, daily good  treatment  is  all  i see   right  now in  the mirror is  special  me. Love  is  pouring  down  on  my  spirit   like  fall  leaves  from  a  tree, your  friend  and  unfailing  lover  making  a  special me.   Your  love is  the real  thing  and  there is  no  need  to  worry  beg  or plead, knowing   inside  that   your  desire  makes  a special  me.

Sorrow  is  my  soul's  kitchen  right now. Fixing up a bitter  lunch and because  I  don't look like what  I've been through, friends and family don't  even  have  a  hunch.  Know  that  there's  a  lesson  to be learned  in  all  of  this.  I would  like to cast away what is stripped and bare, because  these  tears  slowly  falling down  my  face, don't  even  care.  Wish that it was possible to send up a kite  of  hope, against  cloudy  skies  of  naked  despair. Sorrow just  brought  his  little  brother  trouble  in , Lord   please  pull  this  misery choke hold off of  me, cause  you're  the  only   one who really cares.

Everybody  is going  somewhere, it  seems  that  i'm  going  nowhere, to  the  places  that  lie still  and  resting  in my mind. Trouble  knocking  on  my  door,  crying  and  to  scared  to answer, hiding  in  the  deep  dark  shadows. I can't  take  this life  that  i'm  living  any  more,won't  somebody  help  me  please? Each  day  that  i  wake  up, and  stare  at  the  clock  on  the  wall, time  is  leaving  me  here,  watching  spring quickly  turning  into  fall. I've  tried  to  earn  money  every  way  that  i  know  how, but  debts  and  bills like  a leaking  fauset  are  going  out  of   here  real  slow. Won't  somebody   help   me   please ?  I  believe  that  somewhere  maybe  far  away  waits  a better  life. God's is  leading  me on  to  a brighter  day. Lord , look down  and  help me please.

Everybody  is  going  somewhere, it  seeems  that  i'm  going  nowhere  only  to  the  places that  lie  still and  resting  in  my mind. Trouble  knocking  on  my  door , crying  and  to  scared   to  answer  hiding  in  the dark  shadows.  I can't  take  this  life  that  i'm   any more, won't  somebody  help me  please?  Each day that  i  wake  up,  and  stare  at  the  clock  on  the  wall ,time  is leaving  me  here ,watching  spring quickly  turning  into fall. I   tried to earn  money  every  way  that  i  know  how , but debts and  bills  like  leaking  water  are going  out  of  here  real  slow. Won't  somebody   help me  please? I  believe  that  somewhere  maybe  far  away  waits  a  better  life. God's  is  leading  on  to  a brighter  day. Lord, look  down  and help  me  please.

According  to  her  nothing  he  does  is never  done  right,  trying  to please  that  woman both  day and night. Can  i  get  a  witness  from  out  there ?  The  President  just   passed  a   law  stealing  my   earned  pension  from  Capitol Hill, buying  less  food  from  now on  won't  give  me  a thrill. Can  i  get  a witness from out there? old folks will  suffer  does  the government  care? Guns and  knives  in the  streets  daily taking lives  will  our  neighbors,sons  and  beautiful  daughters  ever  survive? Can  i  get  a  witness from  out there? People lying  and  gambling  their  famlies and futures away serving  jail time of  regret  they must  pay.Can I get  a witness from  out there? Won't  somebody  some  love  or wise thoughts  share ?

O lady of soft and  light   i love  you  as  our hands and  spirts  join   in thanksgiving and our lips  sing  praise  for these sacred  moments of  time  perhaps  it can be said that  this love  is more than that of wide eyed children standing before a room  full of presents or with unending  tickets to Disneyland as Vips.Upon your  mind  i  long  to beat  out a soft and  tender  rhytm of passion like African  warrriors did on ancient drums  .

Please let me be  your open  armed  sky   ready  to embrace  and hold  forever more  as  my  love circles within  both  heart and mind  like  a bird  of forfilled need.Let  us  build  a new house of dreams  together.

The State of Virginia birthed  me . Northern  cities  befriended  this life  from child to man , watched  over  as   i    married  and  missed   the war, fathered  many  children rode  the strong  stallion  of  hard  times in  places  where blues  played  brutal  riffs on my  unsaved soul  as sexmusic moaned  absently  from  juke  joints lights  blinked  multicolored  along  rubblish  filled  streets  like  chestnut, market. Many  one night  stand  party  music  cigarette filled  rooms  filled  in by  loneliness as the  city  blows  up  with  frantic  shadows  of  violence bullets  not caring  whose  name is  called  baby Death  plays no emotional games and  has  no favorite sons  or daughters.It  might  punch  your  ticket  at  any  moment, even  in  mid  smile. So  many   epitaphs  today, end up on t-shirts,to  remember. Love  and hold  on to me now , while there is  still  breath  in tthis  body and  the blood  runs life, despite  my imperfections cause Death has  such an ugly  shape.

when  winter comes to us with its cold and dreaded touch,will we tell it to bring summer sunshine out of its closet,and stop the soft snow from falling on city streets and fogging house windows and cars with icy unwanted breath or will  all watch in silent tribute to its  awsome beauty?

WE  Lie Still  in bed  closely  listening  to night sounds flowing  outside of us like soldiers on guard for attack.Silence  has no place in this  personal universe of ours, let our fingers touch  and love  create  a masrer piece as   we wait for morning .

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So we shared a dream or two, as time went racing by.Grief never  lasts for long i've heard and soon these tears will dry .Seems that love has gone away,and found a new place to hide. So you left me  lonely here,but my heart can't tell me why.

Somewhere in the world there should be  for every eye to see,' a statute of a praying mother  of stone speaking to God about a wayward son who many sins has done and strayed away from Church all on his own .So build a stutute and build it high for every to see - a mother calling out to God, all because of me. And on her face , a silver tear should be placed from a broken heart inside-trying to reach a son who  the holy way has shunned who turned away from God in foolish pride.Inscribe the stutue and build it high for every eye to see.God answered a kneeling mother's prayers and  saved a wayward son Reached out and saved me.

I've been cursed by my enemies  talked about by my friends shunned by my lover  and still I rise. I've walked thru the land of promises down in the valley of the shadow of Death without hope or inspiration to ease the Deadly passage. And still i rise.My talent has been regressed My various gifts ignored I've played mind games with others ,while dancing to the music of time while endurance like withered muscles has drained  away.Leaving behind pieces of this man's life shattered by deceit. And still i rise. I've walked thru danger zones of Black and White indifference ,gone thru fields of American denial.Suffered times harder than unending spikes. And  still i rise.

I see today's children in the world outside forming an unfamiliar sea of  confusion trappeb in beautiful ignorant bodies  driving recklessly into futures of nothing as desperate speech flows  wildly from youthful .Wisdom has not yet been learned ,but someday they may find themselves aware that dying starts early, and life  formany, too often starts late.

We were paired together that cloudy   brunch Sunday joined at the  eyes. We never planned on it  having fun was conveniet  and wanting to share a special moment was difficult to hide...Love is soft  but loud .It's not easy to trace it's steady movements  or mark its unseen course. Love is quicksilver and leaks out of us like air from a red ballon even under the tightest security of self under pressure our feelings crowd like tight shoes the wrong size but... Thoroughbred truth or unblemished sincerity  doesn't come along everyday Nor does the quality of a woman fit  so perfectly into the  life  and days of a man ...I confess were born and bred for that wonderful Sunday C.J...






I have dreams inside Yet to born hurts yet to be touched  love to be shared with someone still outside in the lonely world.







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Cherylyn...In hose and high -heeled shoes...waits lipsticked on the threshold of womanhood...Awaiting the emergence of her hour.She is a bud that will burst to bloom . Somewhere inside a pulse is stirring of dreams yet to come of monied times love and laughter Home and family of coming days of nspringtime warmth with drowsy-buzzing bees...at picnic time  drifting on currents of summer air  All viewed in womanly promise.

I  have bathed myself in the clear glittering waters of your love,and rested beaneath the welcoming tree of your spirit.These hands have tenderly held your face  and looking deep within your eyes, i've  read the silent speech written there. You've been the beacon light of hope, shinning across across all  my dark days, my city street oasis, my touchstone, with a love as warm as oven gingerbread. And when holding you in the midst of an evil land, i've held the promise of joy.

They'll never see her cry though he has gone away some think she'll rue the day ,that  love came her way. The invitations were sent near and far and the gifts have been returned no one will see how she grieves inside, as meories deeply burn.She believed in love so faithfully and was hurt so cruel.She's forsaken thoughts of a wedding  day  and thinks of dreams as the consoler of fools.She looks dazed  and sad ,some folks hear her sigh ,friends say she looks tired and should go away. But they'll     never see her cry as time passes from that day.

The youth  sleeps privately in the old man's heart.The restless fever burned out by wrinkled age.Glad music of happy years past ,echo in the lonely hallway of his mind.  And though eyes are full of life , the journey will soon end and the final trip begin.

Well he's mean and jealous because he knows the Lord is Divine,trying to steal my soul with the same old false and untrue lines. He knows the Lord is Royalty and one of these old days, in a kingdom mansion I'll reside.  My everything is focused on the Lord and by His commandments do I abide. The devil is no friend of mine, trying to steal my soul with the same false and untrue lines.The devil is no friend, the devil is no friend ,the devil is no friend of mine.

In a gym in Philadelphia, boys with street hungry eyes flick jabs at your moving brown frame in a circled ring of chance. Sweat hangs in the air like the sad truth of poverty, if they get pass you the smell of success is guaranteed. For the scared don't get rich. You made good, born the ******* of misfortune. Dreaming of riding past the old neighborhood in a custom Cadillac and meeting  beautiful long haired women with even white teeth. Maybe in your dreams, you saw boxing gloved foes falling by the score. But defeat and loss chased you down dead-end alleyways of lonely tears, and the walls of  your mind seemed about to collapse. As you ran under a sky of broken dreams and tossed  away chances with closed eyes afraid you were dying from large blows to the soul and body. A collection of years of being  poverty struck how many times have I seen you hanging over the ropes, eyes closed completely, wiped out like a voice lost in the rumbling of a subway train speeding past  tenements in Philadelphia.

When will I love you nomore?When birds no longer sing sweet songs to a Spring world,nor wing their way across a  red sky in early morn. When the stars shine by day and the sun lights the night. When flowers,thirsty for raindrops,wilt and die. And men no longer weep nor die for love. Then i will care no more.

On Sunday mornings,she would clap her hands  and call on Jesus in Holy joy in church.But selfishness fueld her spirit,this nubile looking princess,who denied  within lust.Yet allowed the daugher of her youth to ride waves of fleshly passion in the bedroom and  moan  loudly next door.Soon,the call to Jesus within her grew faint and she rose up from prayerful knees ,went out into the world again.Casting aside the Savior for white wine and reggae music.And eat the stale apple  pie of indifference with a side order of meat and potatoes of sin.

You were velvet,I was  jeans,you sping water,i was gaterade.I was Dvds,you were Macy,s and all its magic.I was happy with something gotten from Sears.But i loved you then as i do now and will always.You were concert music,i was gospel pop.You were Candlelight dinners with place mats,i  was McDonald,s with a two for one coupon.You were Runway fashion and political talk,i was cars and quarter backs.And in spite of our differences,we shared  many sundowns,fought against love thiefs and shared mutual  pain.And i loved you then, as i do now,and will always.We were blessed with only a brief span of time and i remember convincing you that our  would live even though you had  serious doubts.Now like so many other broken hearted lovers,we've gone our separate ways.And maybe,i should have listened to caution's music playing inside my head as you did.But i've always been a stubborn fool ,now i wait here for the lonely years to embrace me and will say in spite of fate's final decree.That i lovrd you then, as i do now and will always.

the first back from kindergarten.  the first summer vacation.soft falling rain on new lovers.sweet smelling cut grass. flexing bare toes in the warm sun.christmas with the heart bursting with childish excitement in the adults.sweet taste of mister softee icecream in different flavors greeting the tummy.mama"s moist ,homemade gingerbread   filling the kitchen.cuddling your favorite love by the crackling fire.portraits of outside beauty designed by God,dancing in the mind..,intense feelings within ,waiting at the altar,for the bride ,hidden by afalse calm.special moments of life composed of waiting and waiting .Anticipating gifts like an impaitient jack-in- the -box.

look what they done to my freedom,ma: it was just here a few minutes ago,but America done stole it away.chains on my neck,wrights and feet,every day took the will inside ,its enough to drive a grown man insane.look what they done to my freedom,ma-my silent tears water the dust,mixed with red blood,crying from  the inward pain.look what they done to my freedom,ma-master in charge ***** both daughter and wife,cut my manhood away.all of me is hurting every day,my forbidden voice has no say.if i could just rest on your ******* for a little while until the long night turns into the golden day.got a noose around this old life,ma-so i can't go asrtay.look what they done to my freedom,ma-done turned me into a slave.my freedom was just here a few minutes ago,but America done stole it away. look what they done to my freedom,ma.