A Day Without You
A day without you
Is an eternity without living
It is a time without need,
It is a moment without giving.
It is you, without me.
A day without the sun
Is the day that I don't look into your eyes
It is when I don't hope or wish,
It is when from the world that I do hide.
It is when you, that I truly miss.
A day without a flower,
Is the day without any inspiration
It is the day when beauty is dead,
It is the beginning of my frustration.
It is when my hunger for life is no longer fed.
A day without you,
It is a terrible day indeed
It is when I just sit and moan
And it is when no one hears my plead.
It is truly when I am all alone.
Randy L. McClave
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Rose For A Rose
A rose for a rose
That is all that I can say,
As I present, the flower to you.
You can look upon its beauty
As I have looked upon yours,
Now you know the turmoil I go through.
As the beauty of the rose,
I thought it second to none,
Until that day that we met.
Now to me the rose is just a flower,
And its aroma is but a scent,
And raindrops, are tears I have wept.
A rose for a rose,
A masterpiece for the painter,
That is what, I am giving you.
You may gaze upon this flower
You can close your eyes and wish
And now the rose is wishing upon you.
Your skin is that of silk
Your beauty is that of mine eyes,
And your soul is that of the free wind.
So now I present you the rose,
As a man presents GOD his soul,
And know you’ll know where I have been.
Randy L. McClave
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The Mirror
I look into my mirror
So I can see who I am,
But all I see is myself,
I don't ever see a man.
There stands a sad soul
Who is unhappy with himself,
Who wished that he was different,
As I wish; He was someone else.
I stare into my mirror
As always to myself I softly cry,
I wonder why no one ever hears me
And why in this life must I survive.
I wish that I was different
Though I know that, will never be
It be like the pebble becoming the rock
Or a bush, becoming a tree.
I gaze into my mirror
As I stand there all alone
Why must it be me against the world
Why must I help every one else’s moan.
I then see the fool that I am
He is gazing right back at me,
I know that he will always fail
Because a man, they wont let him be.
I reflect into my mirror
As I see my years come and go,
I know that for me, it will only be me
And for everyone else I must show.
And I know the time will come one day
When my son will make his stand,
And into his mirror I hope when he looks,
Through the help of family and friends, he sees a man.
Randy L. McClave
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Why
Why does my heart keep on beating,
If you are no longer here.
Why does my eyes keep on seeing,
If now they are full of tears.
Why does my ears keep on hearing,
If they cant hear your sound.
Why does my lungs keep on breathing,
If you are no longer around.
Why do I exist without you
I thought for sure that I would lay down and die.
But instead my life, it became meaningless
So I reminisce, then I write and then I cry.
I never knew how life would be without you,
Ever since the day that you first came in,
So I will say again, forever I will love you
But these feelings I know not where to send.
Why does the birds keep on singing,
Don't they know, that my life has been torn.
Why is the sky so happy and blue,
Doesn't it know, that it is time for a storm.
Why are so many souls still in love,
Don't they know that I am all alone.
Why cant the feel the coldness in the wind,
Cant they hear my brain, and my soul moan.
Randy L. McClave
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Without A Tree
A world without a Tree
Would be a World without me
It would be a World I wouldn't know
A place where beauty isn't shown.
Where dreams and rainbows are not made.
And every moment is a lifeless day.
A World without a Seed
Not being planted to grow a Tree
To shade the head from sun or rain
Or to stare at it's beauty everyday.
A Treeless life would be a darkened sky.
And would be as meaningless as a hopeless lie.
A world without a Tree
Would be a World without a Leaf,
Rainbow parks would all be gone
Along with the Children dancing on the lawn.
With songs of the birds no longer sung.
While colorful paintings no longer hung.
A World without a Seed
Would be a World without a breeze
To enter the Trees to release the Leaves
Then to enter my soul, then to free me.
A barren World upon a rock.
Where my Soul and I be forever lost.
Randy L. McClave
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Mrs. Hitchcock
Hello Mrs. Hitchcock
I hope truly you are doing well
I hope life has been very good to you
But that as time, someday it will tell.
And how are your beautiful daughters
I hope too they are doing fine
I hope they became wonderful women
I hope too they are gentle and very kind.
I hope they are seeking their destiny
In this hard world which we know as life
A hard journey for either woman or man
Or maybe, they became a mother and a wife.
Tell me do they have the beauty of their mother
And also do they have the eyes of their dad,
Do they both like to joke and laugh and enjoy life
And do they cry, when they are very sad.
Do they help others when they are in trouble
The way that you also had taught them to do
And do they sing when they are very happy
And are they virtuous, and also so very true.
Tell me do they also believe in heaven and God
Knowing that he is the reason that they are here
And do they thank him for the mother he gave them
Maybe their life someday, will be someone's mirror.
So once again I hope you are doing very well
I truly hope you have found in life what you sought
Also I hope everyday for you, it is a beautiful day
So again I wish you well, Mrs. Hitchcock.
Randy L. McClave
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My Epitaph
Don't know if I will wave my hand
Don't know if I will nod my head
Don't know how I will say goodbye
Knowing that soon, I will lay dead.
Maybe I will just give a speech
When I know my time is coming near
But not one of sadness or even pity
As from my life, I don't want to bring a tear.
Beginning my life was such an easy start
As all I did was to scream and cry
But now there is so much complication
When it becomes, my time to die.
Don't know where I will be living
Don't know if I will be at home
Don't know what time that it might accrue
But I do know, that I will be alone.
Will I need to buy a brand new suit
Will I need to have my hair redone
Will I need to wear a brand new pair of shoes
While knowing never again, will I see the sun.
Don't know yet were I will be buried
Don't know if I will use a preacher or a priest
But then maybe I might just be cremated
And before I go; I will just say peace.
Randy L. McClave
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Blessed
Blessed are the dead
For they worry yet no more,
With no troubles for them to weep
For now they sit beneath the Lord.
For they are the blessed
Who cries not a tear,
and they are the happy
Who knows not any fear.
Blessed are the dead
For they hunger not any more,
Now all their souls are filled
Through the nourishment of the Lord.
No smiles for them to seek
And no home for them to search,
No more times for them to be weak
And no more times for them to hurt.
Yet now, WE are the living
Living day upon the day,
And then when tomorrow comes around,
We might be, blessed among the dead.
Randy L. McClave
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Think
Dream not of today but think of tomorrow
Think only of happiness and not of sorrow
Think not of now but think also of then
Dream not of losses but think of a win.
Think not of tears but think only of joy
Think not of of loosing but think of glory
Think not of dying but think of living
Dream not of wanting dream of giving.
Think not of fighting think first by talking
Thing not of running think about walking
Think not of begging think of earning
Dream not of quitting think of learning.
Think not of lies think only of the truth
Think not of rumors search instead for proof
Think not of taking and think not of using
Dream of your deeds let that be your choosing.
Think not of hate think of hope and love
Think not of cheating and think not of lust
Think not only of yourself think about others
Dream of our world we all are sisters and brothers.
Think not of stealing think of buying
Think not of giving up think first by trying
Think from your soul think not by instinct
Dream first or dream last, but always think.
Randy L. McClave
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Time Will Tell
One day for myself time will tell
If my endeavors in life will send me to hell
But until that I moment I hope not to dwell
As I hope unto my eternity that I will not fail.
I will think to myself of the things I had done
The jobs I have finished and the works I begun
As I worked with my mind and not my tongue
And I greeted everyday with the rising sun.
But time will tell hopefully years from now
As I brush the perspiration away from my brow
It ends as an adult and began when I was a child
Hopefully I wont leave as a coward but will stand proud.
My life though is of both love and hate
Some call it destiny while others call it fate
My soul for many was just an open gate
But hopefully someday my passions I will reinstate.
In the end though my life deeds will prevail
From the things I did and the stories I did tell
The accomplishments made and the work that did fail
Only then will I know if I will make it to heaven or hell.
Randy L. McClave
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Hands Of Time
If I could turn back the hands of time,
I know now that I really would,
I would then go to that special time,
The time that I could of known you.
As I have prayed, that I only could.
I would go when the roses where in bloom,
And their fragrant scent was in the air,
Never for me would the time be to soon,
As then would I compare your beauty to theirs.
Roses would be jealous, at you I would stare.
If I could turn back the sands of time,
I would do it in the wink of an eye,
I would gladly give all, only to be with you,
Then never again would we have to cry.
And from our woes, we could forever hide.
I close my eyes and I paint me a picture,
As if I could turn back the hands of time,
Together we would be, just you and me,
And then watch of time I would never rewind.
We would then be one in our own special time.
If I could turn back the movements of time,
I would gladly, but sadly that can never be,
As time marches on, through the dusk and dawn,
Till the day our souls and bodies are free.
For time doesn't stop, for any one mans plead.
I stare at the calendar upon my wall,
I memorize the watch that's rests on my wrist,
I think now how time has already passed me by,
So then to myself and time, I make a special wish.
I close my eyes, I freeze time, then I blow you a kiss.
Randy L. McClave
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Love Me Forever
Love me forever,
I will give you my soul,
Love me tonight,
And I wont let you go.
Give me a wish,
And I will be your dream,
I will be your shiny knight,
And you will be my Queen.
Give me a smile,
And you will give me hope,
Give me a kiss,
I will give you poems that I wrote.
Give me inspiration,
As if you were my wife,
And then give me your hand,
And then you will be my life.
Show me a flower,
And i'll swear I'll see your face,
Show me you, all alone.
And I know I will feel waste.
Hand me a rose,
So I might enjoy the scent,
Then I will tell you,
Where you and angels have been.
Walk away fro me,
Disappear forever from my sight,
Then you will take my soul,
As GOD surely, will take my life.
Randy L. McClave
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The Ending
As you look and you see him dead
With no more worries upon his head
His lips are silenced and eyes are closed,
The way death is and the way GOD chose.
His deeds on Earth they now are done
With battles he lost and victories he had won
And now in Heaven his judging will begin
On the scales of judgement it will be good against sin.
His journey is finished his walk is completed
And like all man he has been tempted and has been greeted
And now he lies down and we see him dead
Now he will be judged by the life he led.
RANDY L. MCCLAVE
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Love Is
Love is special,
Love is kind,
Love is joyful,
Anyday or anytime.
Love is you,
You loving me,
Love is everywhere,
Love is free.
Love is given,
Never robbed or stole,
Love is precious,
Cant be bought or sold.
Love is me,
Me loving you,
Love is the heart,
Love is always true.
Love is giving,
Love is sharing,
Love is living,
Love is caring.
Love isn't learnt,
Love wont be fought,
Love cannot be fighting,
Love cannot be bought.
Love is forever,
Love is never ending,
Love is never stopping,
Love is always beginning.
Love is you and I,
Us forever living as one,
Knowing that it cannot be stopped,
And though GODS grace; will continue on.
Randy L. McClave
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Flowers Take Your Bow
Seeds are being planted
Many hopes are being made
In a sleeping bed
Through beauty, they are craved,
In a gentle row
Graceful as they grow
While pushing through the dirt
With help from mother earth,
Reaching towards the sun
Colors shine so bright
Living from the love
To become mans greatest sight,
A beauty that is so close
Performing in a row
Expecting but a smile
For pleasure, is all they know,
Swaying in the wind
From a gentle breeze
As angels fly overhead
To protect, what we do see,
For a garden is a garden
But a flower is so much more
To open the eyes of man
By opening a hidden door,
Flowers, take your bow
That's been so long overdue
Friend, to man and child
Teacher, to me and you,
Swaying in the breeze
Living off the sun
As angles fly overhead
To protect, mans greatest love.
Randy L. McClave
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As I Lie
As I lie
And snap my fingers,
Remembering a thought
That still lingers,
While tossing and turning
In my bed,
I feel like then
An un-restless dead,
Trying to sleep
Then trying to awake,
With streams of dreams
I hopefully try to break,
I then see a vision
I then hear a thought,
That not long ago
I had caught,
It is now filling me
With silly rhymes,
From a different moment
And also a different time,
Why do I lie
Why don't I cry,
Why don't I sleep
And then softly die,
But then as I stare
And I see a book,
The visions not here
As I take another look,
So on my back
I will then roll,
To look at my ceiling
And then my soul,
And as I lie
And then I snap my fingers
Now that thought with me,
It now no longer lingers.
Randy L. McClave
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Who Will You Blame
When you have no one to blame
Then who will you blame
For your suffering and your pain,
Would you blame it on GOD
Though to me that would seem odd
But would you, or could you, blame GOD.
When you then begin to suffer
Over hate or pain or some other
And you cant blame it on one or another,
Who will you then decide
That made you suffer and then made you cry
Especially, with no one at your side.
When you are there all alone
Inside of your empty home
And no one can hear you moan,
You are just there
And for you no one does care
So no one offers you a prayer.
When you have made a mistake
Maybe instead of giving you did take
Or maybe something, you did break,
Whose fault will it be
In that part of your destiny
When you cant blame someone, or even me.
Then when you are getting old
And you are carrying a heavy load
And then you catch yourself a terrible cold,
Your family and friends are all gone
So now there is just you, the one
So tell me, can you still continue on.
Your cupboards are now all bare
And all you have is an empty chair
And in your mirror, you see and empty stare,
But now then comes that rain
And now who will you blame
For all your suffering, and all your pain.
Randy L. McClave
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Heaven
When I go to Heaven,
When I past the moon and stars,
Who will be waiting for me,
If though, I make it that far.
Will I walk through those pearly gates,
And will I walk on the streets of gold
And will I see my father and brother again,
Though that, I might never know.
And in Heaven will I be happy,
Knowing I have lost my mortal life
Will I be worried or will I feel sad,
Because I have left my son, and wife.
When I arrive in Heaven,
Will I know anyone standing there,
And will anyone try to remember me,
Or in Heaven, will anyone really care.
Will I be allowed to reflect,
On my past and the things that I miss,
And in Heaven will they let me want,
My tears; and my families last kiss.
Will I be able to feel joy again
As I walk those golden streets alone,
And will they hear me cry in Heaven
For my family, I know I will moan.
When I die and go to Heaven,
I think that as now I close my eyes,
Will things be better off in this old world,
And will anyone here for me, sit and cry.
I know that I will reach that gate someday
And by myself I will walk that solemn road
The weight of life shall be lifted away from me
And now who on Earth must now carry my load.
When I do get to Heaven one day,
I don't know what then, that I will do,
Though I will be by myself, once again,
So now I will cry for my family; and you.
Randy L. McClave
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Call It Destiny
As I sit at home in my chair
I think of her as she's not there
Remembering the talks that we once held
As we thought of no one, but only ourselves.
For a moment as though we were just one
Then that moment disappeared and that feeling gone.
We smiled and laughed as we sat and talked
So we decided together, to go for a walk.
As I walked around a local park
Am all alone now and it's after dark
I think of memories that once had been
But now they are gone, as though never seen.
I think of her as she had held my arm
But that was yesterday and that was the charm
We walked not knowing if we were lovers or friends
Wished I knew the beginning, and not the end.
As I reached out to touch a star
As though to hold it from afar
I close my eyes with an opened hand
Then once again I finally understand.
You are not here but your in my sight
Not just in the daytime but also the night
As in my heart, there you will always be
You can call it love, but I call it destiny.
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Destiny
As I sit at home in my chair
I think of her as she's not there
Remembering the talks that we held
We thought of no one but ourselves.
For a moment as though we were one
Then that moment disappeared and the feeling gone
We smiled and laughed as we sat and talked
So we decided together to go for a walk.
As I walk around a local park
Am all alone and it's after dark
I think of memories that once had been
But now they are gone as though never seen.
I think of her as she had held my arm
But that was yesterday and that was the charm
We walked not knowing if we were lovers or friends
Wished I knew the beginning and not the end.
As I reached to touch a star
As though to hold it from afar
I close my eyes with an opened hand
Then once again I finally understand.
You are not here but your in my sight
Not just in the daytime but also the night
As in my heart there you will always be
You can call it love, but I call it destiny.
Randy Lee McClave
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If I Were
If I were a rich man,
I would buy you all that you would need,
I would give you all that you wanted,
You would own all, that you did see.
And if I were a smart man
You would be a smart person too
All that I knew, you would also know,
No knowledge could ever I keep from you.
If I were a Strong man,
Then with my hands I'd build you a home,
I would work so hard every day and night,
'Your Wish', is all that I would moan.
And If I were a brave man
No person would I be afraid to fight,
I would take on any who made you cry,
And always, would I be at your side.
If I were a handsome man
There would be harmony between us two,
For then people would stare, as I walk on air,
But never, could I match the beauty of you.
But my ifs are a lot like my dreams,
I know that they will never come true,
Though still I do dream, and still I do wish,
Only truth is, that I will always love you.
Randy L. McClave
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