“He Needs Jesus bra”

By a look at his face outta place
like a windmill in a storm
frozen un turning
steering wheel took a straight
but un narrow not learning
the yearning & crying
I can see his forlorn
taste a hurt from the eyes
that’s watched babies be born

and you say” he needs Jesus”
I agree that its true
but I wont let you play yourself
he needed me and you

Does time heal our heartaches
do sutures get sewn
are deep cuts & abrasions
healed by walking alone?

Far from home he’s been crawling
right in front of your stare
do you think had you answered
he would know Jesus cared?

So you tell me don’t bother
that it’s not worth the time
if yours is so valued
mines not worth a dime

Compared to a brother
who needs me
you know?

Audience keeps the change
when his life is their show ©

We belong to each other

Goodnight my love it’s time to sleep
tomorrow’s just another day
sweet dreams will find the love we do
in more than words we say

It’s a harvest moon lit mile from home
the roads ahead I know you’ll see
that you’re my girl and I’m you’re dad
cause honey you belong to me

Someday you’ll wonder about tonight
why daddy even cared?
enough to help under the light
of burning roadside flares
you know it’s true that I don’t like
the man you saw me help
but it’s because in helping him
I really helped myself

And we may not get along
or meet eye to eye
it’s plain to see
but I won’t forget the truth in Jesus
that man belongs to me

So dream of angels by your bedside
dreams of what you’re meant to be
I’m yours cause I belong to you
and honey you belong to me ©

Ode to my beloved sister

 

Everything is everything

but everything is fine
depressing hard lessons
my confectionist pretext…

Her divine love is above a heavy head
learn again to think with my heart
peep rear views & UN blindfold memories
blood drivin’ in mud leaves it’s leathery mark

Sensory sunshine
my flex capacitor just got blown apart
sometimes I start cryin’…

Bent from the depth
of last breath & caressing
death just a theft
inside laws of possession…
but I have her
and she’s mine

Sc-Fi caffeine steam
like tea that’s been steeped
deep loves heat
defeats Delorian machines

Libyan bugs climb behind
pines to complete a 187
bazookas blaze Hill valley cemetery signs

 1955 +51 years…
But a dream
can turn out just fine…

my hands in with Lauren
for its my GOD that through death
my baby girl unfurled
that sweet thang still alive…

But…
I miss how she pissed Brian off
when we still had her in this world…

Random time machines
I couldn’t count its cost
one plus point twenty
a single jigga
all its divided… 

No sum described  figures
Watt was never lost…

I smile crying cause
I can’t even deny
you bring back
“Damn that girl ate up all the grape jelly”
your voice’s reverberations
of Welches grape scraped on the jar
mixed with
“This is for Da’ Bourbons and the Cadillac’s”

Any sign of Seville…
cryogenic chilled flex capacitors
wont bring it back
her smile
Master P or Brian’s Jam…

I’m feeling fine because
the sum of my love…
it’s right here
its right where I am…

But I miss her
and sometimes can’t hold drops back
until I picture my best buddy
my baby sister pb& j
Suburban’s & candy painted Cadillac’s.

It ain’t nothing bout some skin
it’s just a literal kinda
kiss from within…

But,
I miss how smart You are…

I hold you in every way I can
but these tears you see on me
they’re of joy my sister
its love Undestroyed…

I can’t get her back y’all
No increment of mother earth
not all of her kisses
how we lost her…

Could ever convey the current
in a sea of grape jelly
not her worth
no currency equates
the grief of what it cost her…

her dreams were wishes
a life’s sweet memories offer kisses
and as I tap these keys
I’m pleased to know
that I never even lost her
I still have my little princess
yet miss her more
than eyes can show©

by holding his hand

an innocence maybe
her fingertips curl
his hand like a baby
she takes on the world

her soft pretty make up
she believes love commands
stands behind pretty seen
when she’s holding his hand

he can see someone missing
feel forgotten and sad
he can need her to feed him
face to face with his dad

she’s got eyes to her thigh’s
made to call any man
but to me she’s made golden
by holding his hand  ©

 

Why me God?

As I closed the door to my hotel room tonight,  I couldn’t help asking the question “why me God?” I was shaking off the bitter cold night from my leather jacket and crawling into a warm bed. I’ve done nothing in my life that justifies my being warm while so many live homeless outside in the cold. Some of them innocent children, without a choice in the matter. What have I done for any one of them? I wear a cross around my neck. My conscience shines a light that brings tears to my eyes tonight. Yet, I know my tears won’t do a damn thing to help. I feel like the many hypocrites out there, calling themselves Christians. The ones who think prayers alone will call Jesus down to perform his work & give warmth to those shivering in the cold. It makes me feel shame because this cross I wear, it’s only a name tag indicating that I do work here. Gods work isn’t done by hands that fold together in prayer alone. Hands must be used to reach out & do the work that needs to be done. Someone’s prayers went unanswered tonight because I didn’t use my hands to carry donations of blankets or clothes to a place where they could find them. No wonder so many lose faith in God. I’d like to find redemption by never forgetting the shame I feel inside my heart tonight.

                                                                                                                            1Love!

Help me to wash my hands

I could travel down
to that old piece of land
out where I find my own
and I can understand
sometimes this crazy world
gets under all I am
that’s when I pray dear Lord
help me to wash my hands

I’m gonna go my baby
before I change my mind
people I know won’t save me
from all the tears I’ve cried
but you should know my baby
I’m gonna find my plan
back where the Lord can save me
I’m gonna wash my hands

so many children cryin’
nobody cares no more
brothers are fussin’ fightin’
somebody else’s war
askin’ the Lord to save me
I know he understands
don’t let this old world change me
help me to wash my hands ©

Will you come feed me when I’m hungry?

 

Will you come feed me when I’m hungry
it’s not my belly I’m in pain
surrender all my fears and worry
and give me shelter from my shame
the taste is bitter disappointment
the tears keep rolling off my cheek
will you come feed me when I’m hungry
will you come hold me when I’m weak

Will you come clothe me when I’m naked
it’s not my body that’s exposed
so many different jobs I’ve asked for
and still I’m walking down the road
the shirts are hanging in my closet
my pants are worn around the knees
will you come clothe me when I’m naked
will you come hold me when I’m weak

Will you admit me if its early
I’m giving up and letting go
please Lord forgive me for my question
but I feel lost and so alone
so many faces won’t accept me
I’ve fallen down upon my knees
will you come feed me cause I’m hungry
Lord come and hold me now I’m weak ©

Don’t forget to love somebody

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 ©

carmen Deo meo

In spite the way I’m livin’
I’m still givin’ what I can
give me strength in my tomorrow
with the mercy of your hand
if I have to beg and borrow
Lord protect me through my day
in your light I’ll see no sorrow
in your love I’ll find my way

please forgive me when I’m lonely
and the only thought’s I have
seem to be of what I need
while others bleed and suffer bad
let my heart be just as giving
to the one who walks alone
let the light you give my heart be
someone’s friend and walk them home

when I’m looking for an answer
in a bottle let me pray
let me be the love I ask for
help me do your work today
in your mercy please forgive me
for my weakness give me strength
in your light I’ll be tomorrow
with your love I’ll find my way ©

Don’t wanna be a ramblin’ man

It’s time alone that writes the tale
if I’m just crazy… if I’m well
but I can’t seem to find my way
from livin’ low and raisin’ hell
it’s time I find myself a stage
been dreamin’ of a cowboy band
and feelin’ twice but half my age
made me a ramblin’ man

Kentucky roads and July nights
don’t trouble me at all
and Tennessee she’s gotta voice
I swear I’ve heard her call
I’m far from home
with walls of stone
been fallin’ quick in sinkin’ sand
I’m with my kin but on my own
Lord free this ramblin’ man

I’ll ride the back roads on an eagle
Waylon rode for years
and like ol’ Willie make my way
on blue eyes cryin’ tears
like Jones I’d learn to stay alive
stop agin’ twenty years in five
forgive me Jesus take my hand
I don’t wanna be a ramblin’ man ©