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 ©

carmen Deo meo

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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

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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 ©

Who’s gonna fill your shoes ? In loving memory of George Jones

I almost stopped my truck today
emotion started showin’
be
tween mandarin groves 

and country roads that
knew where I was goin’
I drove down to the riverside

just to see the water flowin’
and took a ride to my garden
afraid to find it wasn’t growin’  

The voice that sang those lovin’ songs
that got me on my feet again
and
helped my heart to carry on
through darker times of lovers sin
the only one who understood
the greatest cure for broken love
in Beulah land he’s singin’ songs
to comfort cowboys up above

Today he shook his daddies hand
and gave a kiss to his dear mother
imagine all the country greats
takin’ stages with each other

a sold out tour for lonely hearts
departed from the one back home
even the
 angels cry bein’ kept apart
from the love they called their own

Every morning with a bamboo cane
a deck of cards and a jug of muscadine
on the bayou watching a 
bobber dance
where
he’s no longer doin’ time

He taught me how to dream
and stay the way I am
while he got stoned on a women’s love
I tip my hat to the man
smiling down on us
from
his window up above

Rest in peace Mr. Jones ©

Love urself


 When He sings like that, it’s because Bob could BE… he lacked the fear of “appearing to be”… trying to be anyone but you prevents who you are from coming about. Just BE! Maybe you’re the one to cure & protect Women from breast cancer. Become a brother or sister to someone lost without you but instead you follow someone else…only to realize that they are lost & leading you towards failure & complacency. Blind just leading the blind… Amazing so many invest in building someone else’s image. Just BE! Forget needless drama & vanity, judgments or fear. Just feel what it’s like to BE…It’s actually quite perfect. Love she or he … but I will love me, because I don’t control Love… But it damn sure controls me. LOVE Yourself. We have no control over any other Love, but loving yourself is the greatest gift you will ever give to those who are controlled by Loving You. My Love is always. If I love you, it’s because I saw my love in the windows of your eyes & it called to me and invited me home. It’s about pushing buttons sure but Love pushes them… I respond. All we can do is Love self. This frees us from shame, competition… asking “why do others not see greatness…In Me?” Seeing is only possible if something is able to be seen. It’s like Jeopardy on T.V. The answer is first & the question is after. Those Eyes looking into yours are asking YOU: “Who are You, What Do You Feel?” Be yourself. It removes cloudiness from your eye that answers… so they can see the rest of who you truly are. Those clouds hide our true great luminescence. Like a cataract…but in reverse, if ya’ dig. Why would we try to assimilate into any other persons answer to those two questions?

From my heart I don’t want this world to continue bonding into one big confused nothing. Most times we are told who we are or what we should be by people who profit off of our confusion. We buy at Wal-Mart for financial reasons. In China, our products are made by children who get sick & in some cases die from the lack of regulations. In America… we would never allow children to live in this way! Meanwhile…while we save a buck by endorsing these conditions….Our children have unemployed parents who fight over money, sometimes losing the love that no amount of money could replace. The result is that our children suffer an emotional condition similar to the physical version that children have in China! Now that sounds about as far away from true Love as one can get. It has much bearing on why in this country it’s so difficult to have healthcare. A doctor that I’ve known for years (paid him money for years), speaks to me about Christianity & fellowship: how important my faith is, also goes to an impoverished country each year to apply his trade to the poor…for free! Seems nice right? Well, it is but why not for me? They don’t have money for him to profit…so he won’t let that stop him from being Christian. It’s like outsourcing the guilt that we should feel for turning a blind eye to the poor & sick people right outside our door. That guilt that he keeps at bay in America transfers to me, and I somehow feel guilty if I don’t find the cash to protect my health. If you are great enough to apply Christian service to an aspect…apply it to me or it will just unravel the good that you did. I feed people at my job. I cannot give food away for free, but if I see someone starving on the sidewalk…All I have to do is reach for my wallet & they are covered. Charity needs to start a bit closer to home if you ask me. America is suffering from a collective syndrome of the topic at hand. We feed anyone’s children…just not our own. In this competition we wouldn’t want another person to eat…not at the expense of losing a buck. Because the more money that you have, the happier you will be, right? What a game. This is what robs us from the satisfaction that we seek. The pursuit of happiness is relative to what makes you happy. People base success by looking to the left or to the right. We need to change that shit. You are the only person to perfect the beautiful soul that you are. Its EVERYTHING you have. Don’t be distracted and used. We are enigmatic magnets that gravitate naturally to The Love that we all hope to find in another person. You are perfect the way you are & if you live with pure love…Pure love will live with you….. Pure Love is everything. ©