It’s not about the things you collect But about the things you cannot forget Kept in time Your time These are the things I mention All part of my recollection
Mad magazine Elvis 45’s Lionel trains Pez dispenser Teddy bear Snow globe Black and white tv Schwin bike Mickie Mantle card Air rifle Baseball glove Radio flyer sled
Add to the list what you wish It’s not about the things you have Or left behind but the memories they bind
Up and down/ down and up You remind me of your 5 degrees Hoping to bring me to my knees You rant and rave your monolog And scream like a hungered farmer’s hog
Up and down/down and up You continue your one-way debate With venom and hate You scream and you yell No facts to tell
Up and down/down and up You shriek and shout as Vomit flows from your mouth Poison spays your every word So, no one else can be heard
Up and down/down and up No peace with anger No one right all the time All emotions No reason Looking at a mime
Up and down/down and up Words you’ve sown Sticks and stones… Vanity,pride,flaw Makes it time to get off the seesaw ************************************ Epistle of James 3 “But no one can tame the tongue it is a restless evil and full of deadly poison”(8)
“If you have bitter jealous and selfish ambition in your heart,do not be arrogant and so, lie against the truth”(14)
“For where jealousy and selfish ambition exist there is disorder and every evil thing”(16)
“The seed whose fruit is righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace”(18)
There once was a man who was dying To be one with the universe he was relying His body to decay Was the only way To unite with the elements, he was trying
There was a man who was dying To be in heaven he was relying His salvation assured He thanked the Lord An ascended without even trying
Which home are you going to choose? At home with the universe Or At home with the Lord ****************************************** “If you are living according to the flesh You must die, But if (you live) by the spirit you are putting to death The deeds of the body You will live.” Romans 8:13
You made your choice I had no voice You were in control Of my very soul The decision was on you
Never given a chance to birth Never knowing what life was worth You took it away Never a look never a glance You took that chance And walked away
Tell me about my childhood: Did I ride a bike? Did I watch cartoons? Did I go to school? Did I like baseball? Did you attend to my care when I would fall?
Tell me about my teens: Did I have a girlfriend? Did I do well in school? Did I have plans for the future? Did I have many friends? Did I have a car?
Tell me about my adulthood: Did I graduate college? Did I have a successful job? Did I meet the girl of my dreams And get married? Did you have any grandchildren Of mine?
It’s ok mommy You did what you thought Was right at the time I forgive you May be again it may be That you will hug me And you will set yourself free ******************************* “A baby is God’s opinion that life should go on” Carl Sandburg
“By You I have been sustained from my birth: You are He who took me from my mother’s womb: My praise is continually of You” Psalm 71:6
Forget to call I can’t stay awake Till the morning break I’m not to blame If I forget your name I stop and stare Going no where I forget to trump I cry for no reason Any time in season It’s not my creation If I exhibit frustration Walk very slow With nowhere to go Excuse my anger I can’t control No longer active Always distracted I have no more trials or temptations The din of the world has lifted No need for memories Locked deep in my soul Born to die Born to rise To meet my salvation in the sky ************************************* “My flesh and my heart may fail, But He is the strength of my heart and My portion forever” PS 73-26
Travel the road To the sign that says STOP Consider your life And all of the strife
Travel the road To the sign that says U Turn Make your choice Listen to your inner voice
Travel the road Follow the ONE-WAY sign Continue on your way Do not delay
Travel the road To the sign that says YIELD Your heart will mend Your journey will end
Do not yield to temptation No bend in the road Follow his promises Or you’ll reach a DEAD END ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ “No matter how far you’ve gone, you can always turn around.” anonymous
Let your mind unwind Let it spin Awaken does dark emotions That lie within Those that never come to light The ones you cannot explain A deep sense of allusion Creeping into your dreams There is no conclusion Just confusion Dreams that turn into nightmares Those demons inside Dare to come to light In the darkness of the night Never aware when they appear Shaking the night Deep thoughts Deep fears Deep visions Disguise themselves as nightmares You find yourself locked in Paralyzed Falling A fearful journey As it unfolds Suspended Who is goin’ end it? At last A knock on the door A smudge on the forehead The resurrection of the dead The reawakening of the saints Arouses reality What does it mean anyhow If nightmares come true? What does it mean for me and you?
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++= “Many of our dreams would become nightmares Where there is a danger of the them coming true” Logan Pearsall Smith “I saw a dream that made me afraid As I lie in bed the fantasies and the visions Alarmed me. Daniel 4:5 “You scare me with your dreams And terrify me with your visions” Job 7:14
When I pick up my pen’ It’s yesterday again It’s yesterday for sure The days that are no more
Though they never returned There’s one thing I’ve learned They never depart When locked in the heart
The days of youth And foolish things The days cut short What age brings
Age follows youth Sage follows age A bitter-sweet life Every time you turn a page
Who knows when or where Bitter meets sweet? What causes them to meet? Why has one forsaken one And not the other? Yet Is not life a dash(-) Between the day you’re born (-) And the day you die? You cannot extend your life No matter how hard you try +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“Life’s not so short I care to keep The unhappy days I choose to sleep.” Frost
Bury me not with strangers Don’t leave me among the unknown Who never knew my name In a land which I do not claim
Take me to where I belong A place I call my home To lay where my ancestors lie And receive my welcome good-bye
No one should die And not be remembered No one should perish Without being recognized Memories last Till time has passed
Few and short are the days we are given Mortal men leaving only their names Peace and rest but not for the living To a place where names are acclaimed ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ “We bury love;Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for,not the dead.” Alexander Smith
“O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things, That draws oblivion’s curtains over kings; Their sumptuous monuments,men know them not, Their names without a record are forgot, Their parts, their ports, their pomps all laid in th’ dust Nor wit nor gold , nor buildings scape time’s rust; But he whose name is graved in the white stone Shall last and shine when all of these are gone.” Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672)