I Hope It Happens Soon
I've stood many times in the face of troubles
Once or twice face to face with death
One night so close I even fealt his breath
You see I was knelling and the reaper, was hovering over me
Breathing down my neck
I was trying to help my buddy, we were one
Yet the bullets still came from N.V.A.guns
I've never forgotten those nights of fear
Nor when the Grim Reaper came so near
That came so close to vist with me
In that land, Black Hell across the sea
Forty one, some years have come and gone
But I remember as if it was just before the dawn
So now my heart goes hungry through this world
Never finding the peace I seek
Nor a way to hide pains that cries out
With words that it cannot speak
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Doors You Can't See
The strangest things about these doors.
When they're shut.
You can't say one thing more.
They're always carried around by those ones
That have seen lots of abuse?
For which... there really was no excuse.
Yet, when you love or care or are married
To one of those... that were forced to live there!
It's hard to prove.. that you really care....
Because when they perceive... or think something is not just right.
They back up,
Slamming those doors(bang) in your face, tight!
Or when you see that blank face.
Here comes the door's.
And all you can do is stand there.. stare...
At the crying... helplessly... and more...
Waching... unable to do anything
As tears fall on the floor...
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Yes I Still Believe
Yes, I still believe, and
It is
True Love, that has brought this story
To your door
For I truly love a cozy chair, an open fire
Grandchildren, playing on my floor
My favorite book, Coca Cola's taste desired
Yet I've purpose with this story and it's
Mine alone
For
Such selfish comforts are these
But as a man I scarcely enjoy them on my own
Until I've done my best to ease
The grief and pains, That are everywhere
They abide with me even today
So my book, my coke, my easy chair
Must wait,
Till I find some way
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It's Hell I Know
My family it's Hell I know
I tried to tell them so
Because truthfully I know
I know, I know
Life hasn't been easy
I can testify to that
Been around and around
Been to Hell and Back
I've been told by them many times
Sometimes almost every day
To Go to Hell
And get out of their way
But like an insomniac
Or perhaps it was the heat
Or the bleak dead of night
Or my restless heart
Aching to find flight
I've felt the depths of pain envelope me
I've struggled to break free
I've felt that burning pain, with heart mind and soul
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Why The Boy Inside Stays
I needed that boy
Inside of me.... Even today...
I'd ask him... long ago
Come visit and stay
I've oftened... needed his help
To heal those old wounds
That had cut... just so very deep
Even now they're on my mind
Probably forever to keep
And even though they damaged me
And left me with a ton of scars
I never let (that boy)
Wander far
The boy inside... reminds me...
Even though I'm a man
Whence I came... and whom I am
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Abuse And The Aftermath
So now I walk these loney streets
My family, they cannot dry these tears
Nor give, rest for these tired feet
Nor calm these ever present fears
For I have seen that life
Which gave those tainted hearts
And guile which makes every thing gray
And so alone in life, I seek too start anew
I look for a new way
I wanted my family to know that
And that
Life goes on no matter what
And that These truths cannot be quelled
For true memories and true love are
Never to be forgot
For within my heart they'll always dwell
So I keep walking, some lonely street
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Wall of Tears
I've tried to talk about the nights
That I call... Just incredibly bad...
But every time... they feel as if...
I'm going stark ravening mad...
I held my buddy's hands.
As he breathed... His dying breathe...
Shaking... and
Scared to death...
It was like mosquito death!
Never had so much fear...
Anger...Blood...
And Strife...
Complete helpless-ness...as my buddy
Lost his life
Oh Please...God...
God...Won't you help him too?
But when you're in that Dark Hell!
Not even God...Can guide you!
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A new 9/ 11 Poem..Osama Can You see?
It's hard To believe
That eight years have come and gone
It seems like only yesterday...
When thousands of US..laid
The wounds they left..
Cut us so very deep..
Now on our minds..
Most likely forever, we'll keep
Didn't we try to be good neighbors?
Food, medicines, dams for flood control...
Yet... for our own tears?
They've endlessly flowed
And
For our torn hearts... bleeding...
Souls pain beyond pain...
And sad...
Yet from with-in comes something...
That they never knew we had
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A Child in Man's Clothes
I wonder if people understand the snow
With its ability to recall all we know
To remember like motion pictures shows
Its great power to wash away grieve and pain
When so often others seem to make them remain
So on the night of that falling gentle white
I stopped to reflect, to remember and watch
I was able to recall the wonders of my children, our snow ball fights
And banish to the back
The long ago nights of anquish and frights
It was like then I was playing with my children
Laughing, giggling, love, and our snow fights
It was there during the building of snow forts
Snow caves, snowmen and those snow fights
That I learned what God wanted
Souls to be free
To choose life
What ever we'll be
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Osama Can You See
I remember when you attacked us, in our own land
It seems like only yesterday...
When so many... thousands of my brothers and sisters laid
The wounds you left... cut us so very deep
Still on our minds...
Most likely forever... we'll keep
Yes... We had tried to be good neighbors
Foods, medicines, dams floods controlled.
But for our own tears?
They've just endlessly flowed...
And
For our torn hearts.... bleeding,
For our souls.... pains beyond pains.... and sad...
Yet, from with in comes something,
That you never knew we had!
Love for our country
United... heart to heart
And when needed... hand to hand
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