6/9/1994 10:00 PM
Being a kind loving person does not ever allow anyone to escape hardships that can prevail in life. For a long time I felt that the ones that would never harm others should in no way encounter harm. It was a point of much confusion and dismay. It seems that the strength gained from enduring hardships is what sets so many aside from others. They have endured and handled themselves in a way that is worthy of respect from all including themselves. Self-respect is such a rare commodity.
6/4/1994 11:30 PM
We are like a link in a chain. Alone we serve no purpose, but together there is no limit to what can be accomplished. Genetically speaking we are similar to a link in a chain also. Everyone is part of all that came before and all that will follow. Although life can be overwhelming and sometimes seems meaningless to so many, it is within our capacity to move forward knowing the responsibility that we owe to all that came before and all that will follow. To make life on this planet the celebration of endless miracles and totally rejoice in life and creation, and stop being held in a quagmire of self-pity and destruction. Everything that you see, feel, hear, or sense is a miracle. You are here against all odds and you should rejoice at each passing day. Although you don’t have to verbally express it, you should feel constantly thankful and act accordingly.
9/7/06 9:50 PM
How can someone
Believe that everything they think
Is so right
And everything else
Is so wrong
In a world
Of invisible concepts
How can they be
So sure
And base most of their ideas
On feelings
They were told to have
By someone
Along the way
And so on
And so on
How can it be
Taken so far
As to kill someone
For not believing
As they do
Or try to lower
Someone else’s self esteem
Because they feel different
About the mysteries
Of this world
Than you
No matter which
Religion you choose
That doesn’t seem to be
Appropriate behavior
5/11/1992 3:00 PM
I see trees so green
Flowers growing in the sun
Smiles on faces
And the old and young having fun
Picnics in the park
Young lovers in the dark
Older lovers holding hands
On the front porch swing
But on the other hand
There are people in their locked up houses
While outside sits their locked up cars
And they look out their windows
Through black wrought iron burglar bars
The hardhearted roam at will
With eyes so lost
The kind hearted sit at home
With tears in their eyes
I haven’t been here long
Sure don’t know how long I will stay
But if I am gone tomorrow
There is something I just have to say
Life is a pleasure
Such beauty, so many things to see
But just look around you
It hasn’t turned out
The way it was supposed to be
When your children grow old
And it will seem like only tomorrow
And they ask you
Why did things turn out this way
Will you look around
And see a world of pain and sorrow
Will you accept no responsibility
And say
There was nothing
I could do
4/9/2006 10:35 AM
Why does it bother me so
The many problems I see
No matter which direction
I turn
They are always there
In front of me
Those that hate
Because they were told
Those who live in fear
Of growing old
Of living
Of dying
Those who act superior
When they know they are inferior
Those that are only
Along for the ride
Constantly waiting for others
To do what needs to be done
Those who can inflict pain
On anything
Those who judge
By the way you appear
And tell you lies
To hold you near
Someone who can rob
The life force of another creature
For a sense of empowerment
I’m glad it bothers me
I hope it bothers you
1/15/1982 2:10 PM
Just as the darkness
Follows the light
We see so much wrong
And remain all too quiet
The time has come
The day is here
To break the bonds
Shackles of fear
2/28/2006 1:45 PM
Why do you tread water
Fighting to stay alive
Why don’t you swim
Over to the other side
When you were young
No obstacles seem too grand
Why have you been sitting
Ever since you learned to stand
For every action
There is an equal reaction
For every inaction
There is nothing
1/20/2006 9:55 AM
Fine Line
There’s a fine line
Between waking up every morning
In a king size bed
With a big ol’ fluffy pillow
Beneath your head
And shivering the whole night through
Wondering what you’re gonna do
And your only cover
Is a copy of the daily news
There’s a fine line
Between going to a real fine restaurant
Sitting down in an overstuffed leather chair
Complaining that you feel your steak
Is just a little too rare
And crawling out of a cardboard box
Moving slowly down an alley way
Searching through trash cans
Hoping that some food is there
There’s a fine line
Between calling up your family doctor
When you are feeling ill
Never worrying if you have the money
For the healing pill
And standing in line all day
Watching an old man
In front of you
Collapse and pass away
There’s a fine line
Between spending every single day
Of your life surrounded by friends
Not concerned if they will stay
Beside you if there’s a weather change
And walking the streets alone
In your brand new Salvation Army clothes
Feeling that the air in your soul
Is slowly leaking out
There’s a fine line
Between feeling everyone you see
Is looking down on you
With a hopeless feeling
That there is nothing
In the world that you can do
And gazing down on the earth from above
As you travel with the one you love
And your only problems
Are a million miles away
There’s a fine line
Between finding that the end has come around
And out of all your friends
Not a true one can be found
And everything you fought to own
In every direction is being thrown
And ending your journey
On the street late one night
Being taken to the county morgue
Laid out on a table bare
Surrounded by similar souls everywhere
With a smile upon your face
Because you knew Love
3/29/2006 12:05 PM
How can you feel
No urgency
And not see
The wonders
You’ve been given
Every sunrise and sunset
Can be counted
If you are lucky
You will receive a large amount
If you are extremely lucky
You will appreciate
The number
No matter what it is
When someone is in prison
Freedom has been repressed
They mark each day
And time takes on
A newfound appreciation
Don’t live your life
And wish that you
Had more time
Make the most
Of every single day
3/13/2006 4:30 PM
How can someone say
They care so much
About you
They feel so strongly
In your right to be born
And act so indifferent
About your right
To exist
3/24/2006 9:45 PM
Why do you choose
To talk bad
About someone
In a world
Of endless possibilities
Does it lift you up
To put them down
Is it a product
Of jealousy or fear
Or just a lack of imagination
If you are
Going to appoint yourself
Judge and jury
The least you could do
Is to allow the accused
To be present at their trial
If you find yourself
In a situation
Where a group of people
Are making derogatory remarks
About some absent individual
You can say
They should be here
And I should not
And walk away
3/25/2006 8:20 PM
I never asked
That much of you
What I asked
You would not do
Not to climb the highest mountain
Or sail the seven seas
Just wanted you
To be true
You looked straight
Into my eyes
And lied
Don’t mean to criticize
Seems like this old saying
Was written just for you
You would rather
Climb the tallest tree around
And tell a lie
Than stand on the ground
And tell the truth
4/20/1975 6:30 PM
Another tear dies
As it falls upon the floor
And something so dear flies
With the opening of the door
I’m stuck, knee-deep in my lies
Just like so many times before
To hear your laughter one more time
I could say it won’t happen anymore
Why can’t we learn
By all our mistakes
Why don’t we find
We must make our own breaks
Luck isn’t bad
Luck isn’t good
And things will not work out
Just because you feel they should
9/18/1984 5:40 PM
I stand before the mirror
And what do I see
Reflections of a lifetime
Things I’ve been told
A child growing old
9/18/1984 6:20 PM
I’ve seen things
Change
Rearrange
Like an endless gust of wind
Coming fast, it’s here
Then gone
Forever
But what is within you
Cannot be blown away
By even the strongest wind
We spend our whole lives
Looking out
When we should be
Looking in
3/14/1982 3:30 PM
Throughout recorded history there have been selected accounts of thoughts that were in some form placed before the occupants of this planet. Many different people have come forth with their ideas of Love and kindness. They all expressed basically the same group of thoughts. We must have honor and trust. We must be humble and care for all things large and small. These basic thoughts are the cornerstones of countless religions and though worldwide in popularity, remain sectionalized. The “Golden Rule” that someone should not do something to anything or anyone that they would not like done to themselves is fundamentally the basic truth behind every religion known to man. This is a thought that has been received endlessly and followed infrequently. The reception of the thought is Earthly, the origin is divine.
If you must worship something
Worship the message
Not the messenger
10/14/1983 7:30 PM
All of you people
Who are out there
Just staring and walking
To be seen
You’re out there
But you’re just like the thunder
I can hear you
You seem so far away
Look around you
Smile and say
How are you
I’m so glad
We crossed paths this way
All-in-all
It’s such a brief journey
Here and then gone
Gone to stay
So reach out and say
Hello
How are you
Hope nothing but goodness
Comes your way
3/27/2006 9:30 AM
I was a believer
I questioned all things
The reason for this
I’ll never know
Life seemed like a puzzle
And no matter
Which way
I tried to fit them
I just could not get
The pieces to go
I saw people everywhere
Filled up with religion
And on the other hand
So afraid to die
And lots of others
Showing up every Sunday
To showcase their fine clothes
And get their ticket punched
For the ride
I became a receiver
At first it seemed scary
Little by little
It started to grow
Everything that came to me
I kept inside me
Even my closest companions
Were not allowed to know
We live in a world
Where every day
Receiving grows harder
When we need it the most
It’s going away
There’s too much noise
So little silence
And you can spend
Your whole life
With the dial of your receiver
Just a little out of place
All through the ages
There have always been people
Who received the same
Wonderful thoughts
When they tried
To talk of them
With those around them
If they were not
Instantly murdered
They were faced
With little success
It’s not as if
They were trying to
Give someone poison
Love and kindness
Were their only concern
They only wanted
To end something
That’s very deep-rooted
They wanted to help you
Stop living in fear
You can wake up
Or you can keep sleeping
Constantly hitch-hiking
Waiting for a ride
If you ever decide
That you need a solution
Turn off the noise
Go somewhere alone
You can feel
The same beautiful thoughts
That have always been there
From that moment on
You will realize
You are never alone
1/15/1989 5:20 PM
Why are people so afraid of change? You are living on a planet that will travel a million miles through space every twenty-four hours and yet you want everything to remain unchanged. We must take the wonderful gifts we have been given and expand on them. We can accomplish so much. We owe it to all that came before us and all that shall follow.
8/23/1974 5:00 PM
Moses walked through the desert
Slept beneath the stars
Now you can lay
Beside the pool at a hotel
Or race at night in your car
Moses came down from the mountain
Commandments in his hand
Now as you reach to turn the lamp on
You knock a Bible off the stand
3/26/2006 9:45 AM
You were given
All types of choices
Never-ending possibilities
And you chose one
You created a prison
And with your last
Act of freedom
You reached in your pocket
And threw away
The key
And you are telling me
You have been
Mistreated
Placing the blame
On anyone but you
If I find the key
And set you free
From your prison
Will you spend
Your life
Setting others free
3/26/2006 10:45 AM
Who will take these broken dreams
That never got to breathe
Who will take this pain inside
That never got to leave
And replace it with kindness
That seems to overflow
The end of all the blindness
An everlasting glow
3/22/2006 9:30AM
Terror Eyes
There are many people
Who have stored in their minds
Times they try hard to forget
When someone they looked up to
Chose to abuse them
From that moment on
They see the world
Through terror eyes
Two children get placed
In the back of their car
Their parents kiss them
And then get in the front
Another day of happiness
They haven’t gone far
When they are hit by a drunk
The parents are killed
Happy eyes suddenly become terror eyes
A man and his wife
Did everything possible
To live a life
Filled with kindness and Love
Retired from their jobs
And moved out to the country
Fulfilling their dreams
One night after midnight
Two strangers came knocking
They answered the door
Wanting to help if they could
The men tied them up
Then ransacked their farmhouse
Killed them
So they could not be identified
Of all the beautiful visions
Gained in a lifetime
The last thing they saw
Was through terror eyes
An old woman lives
All alone in a large house
That she helped her husband
Build
Many years before
Everywhere she looks
It’s just an endless memory
At night
They all glow
With the vibrations of love
But she is tired of living
And afraid of dying
If her loved ones
Would ever visit
They would notice
She’s looking at the world
Behind terror eyes
A young soldier sits
Half a world away
From his loved ones
Caught in a nightmare
That won’t go away
Constantly thinking
How did it turn out this way
Cold and miserable
Hope is his only companion
While the ones who sent him
Are at home
Cleaning their conscience
Dining in leisure
Sleeping
In a comfortable bed
Meanwhile, the soldier stays busy
Wiping the dust
Out of his
Terror eyes
A six-year-old boy
Has traveled down
To the market
Picking up products
That his mother desires
His brothers and sisters
Wanted to follow
He convinced them
To stay behind
As he nears
His home
He hears a rumble like thunder
Looks straight ahead
To see his home blown away
Gazes up as the planes disappear
With a brand-new pair
Of terror eyes
If you want to try
And fight a war on terror
There’s something real important
You need to realize
No matter where it is
On this beautiful planet
You have to stop creating
Terror eyes
11/18/1972 9:45 PM
Is there a place
A special place
Just for
The ones who care
Do you see the leaves
Roll by
Up there
Or hear a newborn cry
Up there
There is a place
It surrounds you
5/25/1985 10:30 PM
Lie
Why do you lie
Can’t you see
That truth is best
Lie
Hold on to that lie
Start to believe it
Lie
Desperately lie
And remember all that you have said
In lying
A good memory
Separates the worst
From the best
Lie
Color your lies
They will be more pleasing
To you
To make a sound
That’s understood
Consider yourself blest
Continue to lie
Truth will die
Then you are left with
All the rest
10/14/1985 8:20PM
This world is full of people
That just stand on the corner
And watch as life passes by
As they gaze at all others
With misunderstanding
Almost always born of a lie
Why is it so hard
Among all this confusion
To give love and kindness a try
Can you help out a stranger
With no fear of danger
If not, do you wonder why
Try to remember, from the start to December
We all were once children a while
When lies were still sleeping
From them you were keeping
This miracle, you first learned to talk
And with legs oh so wobbly
You stood for the first time
And from that moment on you could walk
And the stars in the night
The colors of light
To see them is a blessing indeed
So live to love
And love to live
Such a gift
It just rolls away
