The Race is…

The race is
Going to the store
Seeing different colored cards
Being used by friends
Wanting one so badly
Hating life

The race is
Told by a pretty blonde
She knows her husband is
Bigger, stronger, faster
And better
Despite popular belief
The cause is her effect

The race is
Swearing children don’t imitate
Their atmosphere
Until words are spoken
at the wrong time
wants to blame the school
and sue

The race is
Seeking solace from church
And the Bible
Remembering only what
Is necessary
To shine light
On what is dark

The race is
Voting in a sheet covered
Small box with a drawstring
while choices are made on beliefs
Not righteousness
With all eyes in the back
the print on the page
is overlooked

The race is
known for Right versus Wrong
dying to be a martyr
never waivering

I’ll Just Let Out The Doves

Walk along the street
A “Hello” to those I meet
Why can’t it be this way at home?
I often get a smile
Even if it’s just a little while
Lord, I know I ain’t in Rome

Some ask me how I am
I answer “Fine, sir” or “ma’am
I swear they look back as I walk by
Is it something on my face
It can’t be happiness – not a trace
I can’t see nothing from the cloud in my eye

What was it I didn’t do
that made you want to leave
Was it the space I didn’t give to you
Did I wear my love on my sleeve
I thought we were the perfect fit
as tight as a pair of gloves
Maybe this time when you get home
I’ll just let out the Doves

I didn’t know my beer
caused you a tear
Brought you fresh flowers for the vase
A laugh or two
between me and the crew
Boy what a slap in the face

when your girls would visit
I just split
Didn’t want to be in the way
None of them were single
But my boys loved to mingle
Too blind to see the games people play

A boy won’t ever be a man
for a woman who can’t understand
that True Love is above all other loves
Lust only lasts a minute
when deceit is thrown in it
Never knew a home could be a different
cage for Doves

© 2011