Thank You for Your Gift

Perched here within my writer’s garret

Among all my dusty books and notes

I’ll bare my soul and try to share it

All my stories, poems, quips and quotes

 

There’s times inspiration guides my hand

But other times nothing to be heard

It’s hard for people to understand

The struggle to find that perfect word

 

Though my attempts might fail, I won’t quit

Like the Phoenix, I will rise again

If my heart still beats, I know that it

Will have me write and never give in

 

Thank you God for the gift of story

I have strained to pen them full and well

In hopes the world will know the glory

That my humble words have tried to tell

 

Struggle to Be Free

We enter the world in perfect grace

No preconceived notions or bias

Of wealth, success, fame or race

No hatred, anger, or malice

 

It starts with a slap across the behind

To learn nothing can be taught without pain

We learn to cry and so we find

We can manipulate others for our own gain

 

We learn to crawl to get to things

Our mothers will not give

We learn to walk so we might know

A better way to live

 

We learn to run, too think, to try

To find what we are meant to be

We learn to hate, to steal, to lie

In our struggle to be free

 

We learn to love because we thought

We could not face the end alone

But everything must end, does it not

That’s the thing we’ve always known

2017 (So Far)

North Korean nukes

Trump’s dictatorship

Russia has U.S. duped

WikiLeaks has loose lips

Terrorism-Hate-War

Disease-Starvation-Genocide too

No more health care for the poor

Hey, at least you can’t take your money with you

God is gone

Doomsday clock ticks on

They say the end of times is drawing nigh

Is that the truth or just another lie

Seal the borders

Rely on fate

Is it too early

Or too late

One thing I find discerning

There is no doubt

People still leave it to politicians

To work it all out

So is there anything we should worry about?

Lullaby

I’d like to sing to you a lullaby

To make all your troubles disappear

Tell you there is no need to cry

That you will never know hate or fear

 

But I must tell you about the boy in class

With a gun tucked in his backpack

And how life can be taken in a flash

And some mistakes can’t be taken back

 

I would like to tell you a Fairy Tale

Of how friendships made will never end

And true love will always prevail

A world where evil will never win

 

But I have a different story to tell

About the maniac with a bomb in his car

Planned his action far too well

And left the shopping mall a lifeless char

 

I would like to hold you in my arms

To place a kiss upon your brow

Tell you I will keep you safe from harm

And always be there for you somehow

 

But a different song of fate I must sing

Not “Hush Little Baby, Don’t say a Word”

‘Cause the world is filled with monstrous things

With boiling blood and hatred stirred

 

So sleep tonight under a peaceful sky

Let tomorrow bring what may

I can only promise you that I will try

To keep all the monsters away

Now He’s Working for the Man

Not long ago a son of mine

Not much more than a child

Was a rebel against a system

So young, free and wild

But the government discovered him one day

Standing in the unemployment line

They took him into their confidence

And rebuilt his thoughts one brain cell at a time

From Henley tee’s and Chuck Taylors

To silk shirts and ties he moved

From rebellion to conformity

His individuality they removed

Now he peddles their inadequacies

Their selfishness and greed

Thumbs tucked into suspenders

To emphasize his maturity

I’m pretty sure he has them fooled

And is a double agent for humanity