Through these cold walls I dare to cry,
upon deafened ears on how I try, to
contemplate my iniquities, to se the
forest trough the trees. A forrest made
of brick and stone; these concrete walls
I call my home. Here it is I sit my
stay, and here it is that I must pay.
In these walls of mortar and brick;
amongst this my blood runs thick,
like a wounded bird with a broken wing,
my cries unheard as the wails I sing to
unfound hearts and deafened ears; these
Woes do pass carrying all of my tears.
Like a drop of water on a window pain;
a tear from heaven resembles rain.
my cry reverberates thru this contemptuous
Cell but will never escape this concrete hell.
Through life we go through stepping stones
Of achieving wisdom on our own.
Dare we learn what is taught,
And learn the hard way from which pain wrought.
Yet, with blistered fingers and broken bones
Still we climb those stepping stones.
And once we’ve fallen and fallen for the last time,
That’s when we’ve achieved wisdom in it’s
Coffee stains on my book
Remind me of my life
They’re metaphors of the
Invincible scars caused
From all the strife.
My passion magnified
I grew more humble is
After the dimmest times is
Where the most brilliant
Times come from.
Likewise with joy and bliss,
I’ve learned the significance
Of loving my pain.
Awaiting for my best inspirations
Yet in this book
In spite of the stains.
You were a blunder in my life
Like when you write with a pen and
Have to scratch-out the mistake.
I keep on writing, but there you
Are when I look back
No-one else can read it, but I’ll
Always know what it said
The hurter is; I’ve written you
Multiple times just to
Scratch you out again
A big house on the side of the mountains
All the stars I could be counting
Looking at the forrest so pretty and green
Oh what a wonderful scene
Snow coming down on Christmas morn
The day my children were born
The day my mom and dad gave me my first car
And cared enough not to let me go to far
Lying on a sandy white beach
The taste of a sweet Georgia peach
Catching all those fish with my mom
That day was the best
Waking up to a beautiful sunrise
Seeing that sparkle in my man’s Stacy’s eyes
Holding each other tight
When we were in bed at night
All these things I’ve done and am doing to
So YES dreams do come true
THANKS TO MY GREAT FAMILY
Becoming reacquainted with the sunrise…
For sure brightens my eyes…
Makes me feel great inside…
On the water taking a boat ride…
I drop a line in the ocean so blue…
Fishing and sunbathing is what I love to do…
Fishing is great, we catch a bunch…
We fry them up and have some lunch…
Afterwards back in the sun I lay…
This is what I call a great day…
When it gets late and it is time to go…
I watch the sunset Oh what a great show…