Just say, “No.”


When I ask your feelings
about something I did,
Humor me, then
Don’t abuse me

Don’t let me feel
I am doing it right, when I am not
It’s like laughing
without sound.  Poking at me

If I ask you your opinion,
make me feel like you’re staring right at me    
Let me see the truth
before your smile becomes a wall  

If pleasure never finds you,
How long will you ever stay?

Words are never meaningless,
as long as the right action is taken

The Warm Goodbye


Saying what you want to hear
Always confuses me
Turning shivers to fear
Something (even) a child shouldn’t see

Breaking apart
For some, it’s so easy to do
After I’ve given you my heart
I see the difference in You

Please say, Hello
to our Warm Goodbye
Try not to let me fall too low
I may not be able to reach the sky
Please say, Hello
before you pass me by
It’s not all my doing though
If only you’d ask me why

Tears they fall off my pillow
Onto the bed sheets and into my hands
Wanting you to water my weeping willow
So the other flowers cheer in the stands

Tell me that you still love me
Say it soft and with a wink and a smile
I pray that my eyes don’t fail to see
the joy I gave you for a while

The Missing Christmas Card


Love
My heart is my heart
and it beats better with you
near me
beside me
knowing me
As a master of words
I find it so easy to write
but I always want to
say what’s right
You challenge me to be better
Better for you
Better towards you
Ultimately, better for myself
Where I find it easy to say, “Thank You,”
I would rather show you appreciation
so as to not be taken pettilly
Should I step out of bounds,
I hope you are there
Not to catch me,
But to hold my hand
like you do my heart
Can I say, “I Love You” today
and again tomorrow
as a card you enjoy reading everyday?

Waiting


Cars stop

Then go        

Lights changing with a chop

Leading to where the waters flow

 

Imagining the waves

Crashing without a shore

Searching for their faves

But me I want much more

 

Here I am

Waiting for them to take me in

Like looking for peace on the lam

Waiting here like committing a sin

 

Life without hope

Like I’m doing some dope

Waiting for a good day

When I can love my way

 

Add a touch of greatness

Not so hard when you know

Despite its untimely lateness

Telling the wind which way to blow

The Key to the Kingdom


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Like a password

to enter God’s kingdom

A code is placed on the door

for only those worthy

of entering

Troubles at the altar

when left unattended

by those who have no faith

no structure

Not avoiding His Holiness

only daring Him to perform a miracle

of banishment and approval to leave

Taking what is not there’s

Giving pain by removing goodness

But where is the true fault

in Man’s judgment

to say All are Welcomed?

Those faithful patrons who

sit to hear the message

of the day

in hopes of chasing, warding, fending

the wicked away

Unable to forget how their given

riches were absconded from His House

think they helped furnish it

Malice joins them

Though their presence is congratulated

Forgiveness is the theme

Lo, for some it’s just a dream

Take Me Back


When your world

Has since grown colder

As if you’d never know

And when your grip

Grows bolder

Won’t you try and let it show

 

Take Me Back

 

For all the times

We were together

I remember them very well

For all the times

Never said Never

We would live to tell the tale

 

And if you don’t like

Those late night phone calls

Take Me Back

 

Take Me Back

 

Do you still bat your eyes

Just to try to get attention

Are you sitting next to

Across from someone else

 and sorting through their lies

Held hostage in detention

 

Take Me Back

Take Me Back

 

Before you begin to feel the breeze

From the leaves that fell from the trees

To the ground

Take Me Back

Take Me Back

 

Was it I who made the mistake

Of letting my heart break

Or was it you who got a clue

From the ones you said who loved you

 

Anyway,

Take Me Back

Take Me Back

Take Me Back

 

Even a man can get classified

Into someone he wished had died

But a woman can be scorned

Into back to being born and mourned

 

But I know you, so

Take Me Back

Take Me Back

Take Me Back

 

I was there before

And I can stay again

Not we’re settling a score

With a mean and jealous friend

 

Take Me Back

Thinking of my own


The Thinking Man sculpture at Musée Rodin in Paris
The Thinking Man sculpture at Musée Rodin in Paris (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Today, I realized I was the one

 

When I woke up

 

Next to myself and someone

 

I was good enough

 

To have them in my home

 

I couldn’t have been that bad

 

Time to stop being alone

 

Thinking what I could’ve had

 

 

 

(chorus)

 

Thinking too much about my own

 

Thinking only of me

 

Too much thinking of me

 

 

 

Today, I realized I was then one

 

When I woke up

 

And knew I cared for someone

 

Spend a little idle time

 

At the drop of a dime

 

Until I didn’t want to drop one again

 

And then that’s still

 

 

 

Thinking too much about my own

 

(chorus)

 

 

 

I couldn’t find a problem

 

But I always try to solve them

 

Can’t just let things happen

 

Is it a fake or a gem

 

Why would I worry

 

Was I in a hurry

 

I said “Time’s Up”

 

Before I could even fill my cup

 

 

 

Before I even had my own

 

I was thinking too much about my own

 

 

 

 

 

Ask Mama, but trust Dad


Before your nose gets bloody

And fighting gets you sad

When you can’t find your best buddy

Ask Mama, but trust Dad

 

Sometimes they need a fist

To go upside that head

I know it’s such a twist

It’s as if you are seeing red

 

When you’ve tried making peace

But it’s going from worse to bad

Stop making your own elbow grease

Ask Mama, but trust Dad

 

Mama don’t want no hurt

She tries to make things right

Even tries for a sit down chat

If Daddy sees a bruise

He’s got nothing to lose

They’ll all know where the party’s at

 

Both sides of good

Keeping grace and love

in the neighborhood

They know how to settle the score

A different way to fight

one dark one light

Hey, that’s what parents are for

 

When you keep trying to make peace

But things just get too bad

Stop using your own elbow grease

Tell Mama, but trust big bad Dad