Don’t forget to love somebody

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For the good in everybody
we can’t find you when you’re home
for the lost and lonely people
we can’t hold you when you’re gone
for the one who seeks protection
in the bottle or a gun
don’t forget to love somebody
don’t forget to love someone

When the children need their mothers
will the fathers have their sons
when somebody hurts their daughters
will their brothers be the ones
to provide and give direction
and a hand to walk them home
don’t forget to love somebody
don’t forget to love someone

You can see it in the bible
do you see it in yourself
do you think someone will find you
if they’re lost and need your help
in a world of hungry people
is it only flesh and bone
don’t forget to love somebody
don’t forget to love someone ©

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This warm and pretty day

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Well I’m out here
I could tell you
bout a thousand from my home
I could tell you I’ve been troubled
and I’m out here on my own
where the miles keep
the bottles empty
and the worry washed away
but the truth is
what’s the use when
I’m lookin’ out on
a pretty day

and the money
ain’t what it used to
be and many
are feelin’ down
and our dreams are
down the tubes while
there isn’t anyone around
I could tell you
bout the nights
without the lights
just lie awake
but the truth is
what’s the use when
the Lord has made us
a pretty day

I’ll pretend I’m goin’ fishin’
instead of wishin’ I was gone
and my friends you’re always welcome
to pack a bag and come along
we could talk about
the good times
set beside me
wash away
with a cold one
in the sunshine
of this warm and pretty day ©

Match stick of the morning

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It’s a dark and lonely morning
in the beating of my heart
and I’ve run too many miles
to watch this world just fall apart
and my boots can’t walk the scene
forgotten words and reasons why
love it comes, and so it goes
like seasons change inside the mind

Lord my candles running empty
as the pockets of my jeans
and the child inside my heart’s
forgot his lullabies and dreams
I’ve been seen by all the takers
I’m a thousand miles from home
and
 this road keeps gettin’ darker
walkin’ miles and miles alone

Past the curtain they’re a callin’
while the puppet cuts the strings
and the masters, they’re a waitin’
with the movement of the kings
as I wander out the doorway
begging change to pay my mind
lookin’ for some destination
still I’m feelin’ far behind

There’s a wind I hear a callin’
blowin’ change inside the man
there’s the sin that keeps us fallin’
cross the surface of the sand
with a fire by the matches
in the pockets of my jeans
this ol’ worlds just gettin’ started
time to wake up from the dream  ©

All Love Leads Home

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She stays north of Kentucky
always south of my skin
where she sleeps like an angel
under stars that pretend
like they don’t have a reason
and they wouldn’t be mine
if I’m holding her hand
with that look in her eyes
she doesn’t just see me
in a shade that she shows
she’s bout ninety degrees
even with my eyes closed
and it’s making me warmer
she’s my comfort within
her loves drivin’ me home
when three sheets hit the wind
and I couldn’t forget her
she’s the road that leads home
it’s her lovin’ in me
makin’ me not alone
its the eyes like her mama
and a walk like a child
in her smile I found reason
to just stay here awhile ©

King of sorrows pitiful retro

Easy come, easy go it’s said
but could sayer have known
was he grown crying silent
did he feel all alone?
Did he resort to much violence
where his heart called a home?
Was he asked, did he pay
through charity or have not
find his blessings in sorrow
from the love in his heart?

Did he only belong to the reason
he’s longing for love
perform hand surgery
just to fit the wrong glove?
Did he abscond from charges
those criminal tears
assumed years of presumption
malfunctioning tear ducts
heavy in his head
wasn’t known cause he’s fed tears
he didn’t remember crying?

Baby His “easy come easy go”
sounds so damn pleasing in prose
did he write that for money
or for reasons
HE chose?
Did the rain on his tree
cause seeds to be sewn
throwing havoc on kids
feeling sad and 
alone?
Purple rain drowning prince
could he truly have known?

Did he grow up convinced
to have reign to what’s reaped?
Was it love that decided tears rocked him to sleep
easily from the pain
did he consider tomorrow
did he feel just like me
anger that caused
nerve ends to pretend to forget who he was?
Deficits dignity humility in deposits
from having to borrow
Did he receive bills from the pain ?
Was he audited by the person  who caused it
that gave him his name? ©

Daddy Sad, son shine mad

I’m burdened
hurting from deep under my skin
like the furnace dwelling 3826
keep yelling’ shit  four fu*#ing floors
my skin & conscience cannot black out
a burning inside walls
where Michael blew his brains out
where you despite ironic lotto winnings
from the words
words of a phonographs broken
removes skin for unspoken within
where I went and what you’ve been
I’M HURTIN’ !!!
although I flirt with what’s burning me up
I’ve grown up watching the tenors
prepare for the band
drug ridden gun spit in the son that you have
from beginning  spinning clocks
oiled glocks from grand daddy
still know that I glow
I know joy cause you have me
expect just neglect that I’ll hang up and grin
just lying alone a child grown from its sin
Violin starts to Rosin
the climax I know
remember in darkness
necessitation shadowed your show
every scar that we carry a tear is your token
thermostat  in the home
like our home that is broken
smiling kids turn sad bids
streets that did seem to listen
it burdens to hurt a good person
in patriarchal  contrition
whom takes sorrow WITH me
cause of you I’m devoid of loves healing nutrition
because of you its a sin
fu#@ing hurts to lash out
in pity’s revenge
pushing beautiful friends out
Did you know or take notice
that I’m not all that strong
violin made immune
just consumed with that song
what we lose from this pity
just forced to be strong
amiss the position
a place to belong

I love you.- A ©