Skylark
She flies through cobalt colored skies
Filtered with sunlit colored rays
When she soars
Hearts also soar
Free spirit on the wing
With a song so sweet to sing
In a forested evening shade
With odors of fall and her song in the glade
Softly the forest children appear
To see skylark not on the wing
But yet with a beautiful song
So sweet to sing.
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Left in time
Left in time are the tears that I've cried
Mother nature gives them back in the rain
Left in time are the lies that I've told
For back in the day I was young and so bold
Now time tells me to swallow my pride
For life is now filled with aches and some pain
Left in time is are the words that I wrote
sent from me to the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
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Mother
Katrina made me swim in a flood of tears
A chasm of memories throughout the years
Isaac sank my memories
For perhaps a century
Where are the powers I knew
When you were going to school
To protect us
To respect us
To give us light in the dark of day
A lite breeze to make the way
Power to feed us and cool our hurt
Sunshine to give us a new birth.
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Spanish Dreams
I thought uno was a card game
Then found out uno y dos fue egual to tres.
I found that spanish was a language muy linda.
That curvas were parts of a road
And also good to look at on the mujeres.
I thought quatro cinco was four people drowning
Yet realize it is nada mas que un chiste.
Then I had to slam on the brakes
Porque, Hay que curvas y yo sin freno!
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I was just thinking of white trash things
Eat chicken wings or deep fried dings.
Chittilings or hog jowels
To season your greens.
I am the reason to season your food
Or your chicken may taste like wood.
Never say never to black pepper and salt
What you end up with is not my fault.
Eat at joes is the mistake you make
Soul food will make your booty shake. Pup
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Terror Alert
Look out
I'M on the loose
Nothing can hold me back
Try to cook that goose.
Life is my corridor to fame
It's all in a sack
I'M not to blame
My mental state
Is all screwed up
That is upon my china plate
So as I sup
It's all screwed up
What to taste
what to trust.
For those who make terror
Don't under estimate
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Memorial Day
I was a player of sports and was smart
My teachers were great
At eighteen I joined the corp
I was true to them and my family
Then in Iraq a blinding roadside flash
I felt no pain as my life ebbed like the tide
I looked down on the earth and saw mom and dad cry
I asked the angels why their pain
With tears in my eyes.
They said it's memorial day
As we flew away.
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Cents
Pennies from heaven
Was a song long ago
We see them in streets
In left over trash
They're kicked to the curb
One cent only cash
The pennie saved
And the pennie earned
Is weathered and beaten
And rather sunburned
Because many a soul
Has not the worth
To bend over
And give it new birth
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Lonely days
A final no in the flex of life
Making love without sex in life
I did it dear with you in mind
You made it easy for me to find
Your faults were my faults
My wounds you did salt
Like a snail on trail on the trail to death
So soften the blow
And allow mother nature to go one step further
Allow her to nurture my ego so butchered
A final yes in the life we flex
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Erica
She lives in my dreams, for she lives for all dreams
A beautiful friend for all to see.
She smiles like the bridges that cross abyss,
We look for her smile when all is amiss.
Erica is America for all that she does,
A woman with life,
Flying high with peaceful white doves.
Go with God, my friend, your top of the line.
My life is enriched with your friendship sublime.
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