Dying Thought
Towards the heavens I did stare,
My hands were clasped in a prayer,
I knew then that I was there dying
So I began to reflect instead of crying,
I did not worry as I began to think,
As life comes and goes in an moments wink,
Death was coming and it did not bother me,
Finally from my worries and fear I would be free,
I sighed and smiled while waiting for my end,
While knowing my body it would never mend,
My mind was calm and my soul was peaceful,
As I entered into numbness I wasn't resentful,
Finally no more pain and suffering will I be giving
As for worry and hate, I will leave that for the living.
RANDY L. MCCLAVE
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God's Hand's
I have worried about the things,
In which that I cannot control
Which causes me so much pain
And so much strain upon my soul.
Friends and family tell me not to worry
About the things I cant do anything about
So finally I agree to them one and all
And with the devil, I have fought my last bout.
I realized I cannot control the hatred
Nor more can I control sins or lying
These are worries that I think about
Also along with sadness and crying.
As we all live in our lifetime
So many problems will head our way
Some that we are the master of
And some which will make us feel betrayed.
So as I have my own problems
Which all of course they are man made
By evil and sins that are created daily
And someday there memories will all fade.
I cannot control the weather
Whenever it rains or when it storms
I cannot control the way people act
Even though they have been fore warned.
I cannot tell any person how to act
Or can I tell them please not to sin
These are worries I keep in my soul and heart
As a new day for me will always begin.
So I will say these last words
As I will make this one last stand
I will leave all those worries to someone else
As I will leave them all, Into GOD’S hands.
Randy L. McClave
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The Whisper
As my heart was full of worries
And my soul was full of revenge
Everywhere I looked I saw lies and hatred
And from that road, I could see no end.
My life and happiness was vanishing
As all I cared about was hate and fear,
I knew not any other course to take
But then suddenly, GOD whispered into my ear.
He said vengeance is mine so said the Lord
And forgiveness was mine to give
I was told to enjoy the life I was living,
And let others see the life that I do live.
The troubles I have, they were all man made
GOD said that to me as He spoke
And a peaceful mind, is a peaceful soul
And in Heaven someday, I will be known.
Then to me GOD, He spoke no more
Then to the Heavens I prayed and I smiled
What GOD told me I truly needed then
I was happy, as I was a new born child.
Now when I hear the lies or see the anger
I’ll remember the time my soul almost disappeared
When I gave up love, as it had given up on me
But then GOD; He whispered into my ear.
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Last Night, I Died
Last night, I died
And there was no one there
There was no one for me to speak to
Except for GOD; who I did in prayer.
I asked GOD then to forgive me
And please, erase the sins of this man
Then I asked him to watch over my family and friends
And then I asked him please; hold my hand.
And as I lay there dying
Unto GOD I freely spoke
I thanked him for all the gifts he gave me,
I thanked him for all the words I wrote.
Then I closed my eyes and had memories
But not of the bad times, only the good,
Then I thought of the people I loved and trusted,
Not because I had to, but because I should.
And while I was there still alone
Awaiting for death to take my life,
I began to cry, but not for me
But for my son, and the woman I call wife.
Then I thought in Heaven who would walk with me
When I arrived, in my new home,
Then I thought who would be with me
Or in Heaven I thought, Would I walk alone.
And as I awaited For my life to end
I worried as I began to think of everyone else,
The sting of death really didn't bother me,
But only knowing, I would die by myself.
And then at last death it came,
And there for me, no one had cried
Because no one knew that I left this world
Because no one knew, last night I had died.
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Other Night
The other night I went to heaven
How I got there I will never know
But I realized that I was in heaven
When my feet touched the road of gold.
And as I passed through those pearly gates
A warmth and happiness entered my soul
A peace was in me, that set me free
Because at last, I knew I was home.
And when I was in heaven
Everyone, they knew my name,
I saw relatives and friends, long past gone
But in my eyes, none of them had changed.
And everyone there was happy to see me
Even the souls that I never knew before,
And some how I knew them all
We were equal, we all had the same Lord.
The other night while I was in heaven
I remember beauty and it was known everywhere
I heard angels singing I saw masterpieces painted
Everyone loved, and everyone shared.
Happy and contentment it entered my heart
As freely I roamed about my new home,
All pain was gone, everyones gift shined on
Now I knew, I would neve be, or feel alone.
And while I was in heaven
I remember sitting to write beside a beautiful tree
Inspiration was there at my finger tips,
Beauty, love and friendship was inside of me.
And I remember as I began to write
A beautiful warm light around me then beamed
I never had a chance to stay or say goodbye
I was then in my bed, though awakening from a dream.
The other night while I was in Heaven
The thought and memory still enters my brain,
Was I really there, as an answer to my prayer
To ease all my current suffering and my pain.
So as I wandered about my house
Like a soul lost awaiting to be found,
Every night I do pray, along with everyday
Knowing Heaven someday, I am bound.
The other night while I was in Heaven
Those thoughts and memories I cant forsake
Was GOD telling me something, as I think
Not to sin, but to love and not to hate.
So every night that I go to bed
Unto God through Jesus I say a prayer
As I hope my dream to others they will have
So up in Heaven with me they will be there.
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Hello, Death
Hello; I am Death.
Listen to me as I speak
As though you think there is an option
There is none, as your life is what I seek.
You can be the top of your world
The master of all you survey
Have your name known around this world
But that is nothing, you are mine at any day.
As with the touch of my finger
Or a glare from my eye
All you owe and known is gone,
When I command it, your body will die.
Hello; I am Death
Have you came to fear me yet
Have you seen your life pass you by
terrible is your life, and your soul is that debt.
The people you used and hurt
The swears and lies that you spoke
Laughing when others where in despair
I think by those words, I will let you choke.
You will then dance in your misery
As you reflect the past of your deeds
With every gasping breath I will laugh
Then my words you will finally heed.
Hello; I am Death
Listen to me as I talk
My voice will be the last for you to hear
As you take, your very last walk.
I will laugh with every step that you take
As just to remind you of your past,
And the wrongs that you did to others
Forever, I promise that pain in you will last.
And then the moment before you die
And your soul is full of regrets
I want to watch you beg for mercy and life,
BUT, I wont listen; as I am DEATH.
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Death Is Coming
Death will come to us one an all
Maybe in the springtime or even the fall
Or even the summer or maybe the winter
But whom knows when death might enter.
Death might come in the wink of the eye
Before we start a laugh or a tear to cry
Or maybe it arrive just after a fight
Or will it come in the daytime instead of night.
Will it come before we say forgive me please
But no-one knows when that time might be
Maybe it will will come after we had sinned
Then we loose our soul before it we could mend.
Death will come and when we don’t even know
Maybe it will be tomorrow when we say hello
Or maybe it will be later on tonight
When we are to tired to argue and to tired to fight.
Could it come before we say our prayers
As for our soul and salvation it doesn’t care
All that I know death is coming for me
As it is death and not I, whom controls my destiny.
RANDY L. McCLAVE
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You Don't Deserve My Love
You don't deserve my love
Those words to me she did speak
Then at that moment I just gave up
As she made my soul and heart feel weak,
I had giving her all that I had
And everything that she owned
And at me she was not happy or glad
She became a person I never known.
I had always put her first
As she was my woman and my wife
But then she always treated me worst
And never was she on my side.
She was giving her love unto others
And their was so many other men
And they all became her lovers
As she began to cheat all over again.
But for her I had tried and prayed
I loved her with all of my heart
But for other men she began to crave
And she tore my soul and mind apart.
She used and took advantage of me
And she taught her daughters to do the same
She planted the see of evil and dishonesty
And to me they all handed out sin and pain.
She was never a devout woman
And she cared for no one but herself
She will always do the sins she shouldn't
As she cares for no one else.
But one day she will be old and gray
And she will hear a voice from the sky above
Then finally on her knees to GOD she will pray
And to her GOD will say.. You don't deserve my love.
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I Had A Dream
I had a dream
As though it seemed
Just the other day,
And you were there
Just like my prayer
Answering the words I prayed.
You took my hand
You helped me stand
And I rose to meet your eyes,
And as I stood
The way a man should
You were gone, and I knew not why.
I looked around
You couldnt be found
Then for you I cried as I spoke
“Why did you leave”
“Come back to me please”
But you didnt, so I awoke.
I had a dream
As though it seemed
Just the other night.
And you were there
Just like my prayer
Standing in the moon light.
You gave me a smile
Which I longed for a while
Joy was in my heart and soul
I began to smile
Just like a child
As my memories of you began to grow.
I thought of our past
As I wished it would always last
But you shook your head sadly No
So I shed a tear
Which dissapeared
And sadly again, I awoke.
I had a dream
as though it seemed
Late last night
And you were there
Just like my prayer
My woman, my wife and my life.
I took your hand
As I am your man
Together we will be
I wouldnt let go
as you shook your head no,
Together you and me.
I gave you a kiss
Which I did miss
Then you began to weep
You cried saying that I will awake
Without you to a new day
Then I said “no”, I will sleep
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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.
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Throughout My Youth
I will love you throughout my youth
And through the time that I am old and gray
I will love you and only you,
And that will be my words on my dying day.
You are all that I have ever loved
You are all that I held and kissed as I think,
And if I could live this life with only you,
I would live it in a moments wink.
I will love you throughout my life
From everyday that I think I look or I say,
Without you I would not want to live,
I love you more and more everyday.
You are the beat that beats in my heart
You are the smile that lights my brain
You are the rainbow in my soul and heart
You show me the sun when my soul wants to rain.
I will love you forever
And when I have gone and parted your side
Then up in heaven I will be so sad
I will be crying as though forever with no tears to hide.
I love you more than you could ever feel
I need you more than you could ever know
Inside my soul and body there's only been you
My love for you has been deeply sewed.
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Scottish Eyes
I see hate, and I see lies
As I look through those Scottish eyes
With so much deception and so much untruth
They seem to fall about me, like old rotten fruit.
The emerald eyes that I once loved and adored
Now through my soul, they have ripped and tore
With deeds they expected and things they've seen
Now they stay in my mind, like an un-welcomed dream.
So I feel sadness, and I feel woe
As from my soul and heart the pain will not go
As no man knows the suffering that I have felt
And no man could accept the hand that I was dealt.
I think of all the looks and all the sadden glances
As in my mind they stay as the evil dances
I then ponder in my thoughts then I finally realize
I feel sorry for any soul who looks through those Scottish eyes.
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God Will Judge
I came upon a fork in the road
And I didn't know which path to take
Should I take the path most traveled upon
As that decision I just have to make.
So I ponder the decision for a while
Till an outcome came to my mind
I would take the one that was less traveled
And truthfully I still know not why.
I started my journey down that path
As down that road I began to walk
I then began to think the thoughts to myself
And also to myself I began to talk.
I came upon two men and a woman arguing
Screaming back and forth about hate and love
I bowed my head and then I walked away
And I said to them, one day GOD he will judge.
I walked down the road a little bit further
Then I noticed water upon the path
It formed a pond which became my mirror
Then I saw myself looking in, so I had to laugh.
I looked so sad and I look so confused
As at first I didn't think that it was me
But they say with age comes wisdom and sadness
So maybe that really was myself looking back at me.
I continued my journey down the path
Just seeing were it was going to take me next
Or will the road just end like how it began
So later in the day I might sit back and reflect.
I then came across some people stealing and fighting
While an innocent man was screaming that's enough
Then like cowards I saw them all just run away
Then I said to the innocent, one day GOD he will judge.
So I continued my journey down that path
Out of curiosity to see where It would take me then
But it took me back to that same fork in the road
My ending was also where my journey did begin.
Then suddenly I had awaken from that dream
My journey was really a dream that I just had
And was it a dream about my very own circle of life
Especially my pain and suffering and what made me sad.
So I sat up in my bed and started reflecting back
Into my soul which is full of sadness of love
I think the dream was telling me do not ever forget
And that also in time to all, GOD He will judge.
Randy L. McClave
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While You Were Sleeping
Last Night while you were sleeping,
Did you know that I was wide awake,
On my side, at your side
Waiting for morning to break.
I watched as you slept,
As the dreams enter in your soul
Then through my eyes, I realized
That truly, I love you so.
Last night, while you were sleeping.
Last Night while you were asleep
Did you know too, that I was there
On your bed, also laid my head
Along with my soul and prayer.
Lying quietly at your side
As I have done the nights before
To be with you, my love so true
Could any man ask for any more.
Last Night while you were asleep.
Last night while you slept,
As waiting for morning to come,
While at your side, I laid that night
While dreading the coming of the sun.
As always with you I was there
Even when morning began to arise
But then again it came, as so did the pain
As I said goodbye to another night.
Last night while you slept.
Last night while you did sleep
You never knew that you weren't alone,
As when you awoke not one word did I spoke
As on the couch I slept from which I never roamed.
Upon my side there I solemnly laid
Being so still, and quite as a mouse
Not to make a sound that might give my secret away,
I wandered; did you too feel lonely in this house.
Last night while you had slept.
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Call Of Love
I walked towards the ocean
As she began to roll and began to roar
Then she put in in a daze, I remembered today
As I thought of a woman, that I knew once before.
Her eyes where as deep as the ocean
Her soul as loving as the ocean is blue
Her skin as white, as the sand that night,
A statement, was never as true.
The breeze then went through my hair
As though as a woman was standing there,
She then touched my heart and kissed my lips,
At the ocean, I just stood and stared.
The ocean then took itself a form
Was a form to set myself and soul free
So then I closed my eyes and I fantasized
And then I accepted the ocean, inside of me.
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Chris
Dear sweet Chris
With a heart so pure and true
Wishing you were here, so I could dry your tear
As I really do worry and care for you.
Once again as I stare out my window
And sadly I see that you are not there
I wander why not, as you I have sought
So for us I will say another prayer.
It seems as though you should be happy
And you are not meant to be by yourself
And sadly I too, have walked in those shoes
As I wish also, there was someone else.
I want to give you so much tenderness
And the love that only one man can give
So I close my eyes, and I feel you at my side
Maybe you are the reason that I do live.
Though we might be so many miles apart
But in my mind you are next to me
Though I wished that was true, so I could kiss you
And so happy my soul and heart would be.
So when I write, I will write for you
As that brings the joy into my brain
And in my soul, my love for you does flow
And gone is all my sadness and pain.
So once again sadly I will go to sleep
As still thinking something in my life is amiss
But what could it be, that would make me happy
Then I know the answer, it is the sweet loving Chris.
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Who Will
Who will want to keep you when you get old
When your soul has been bought and sold
That, I would really would like to know.
Who will want you in your twilight
When you are full of vengeance and false pride
Or would anyone, want you at their side.
Who will want to walk with you done the street
When you have no one new for you to meet
Or will people shun you, that you do greet.
Who will want to be there to hold your hand
When you get old and alone and you cannot stand
And then of your past deeds, you will finally understand.
Who will be with you in this journey of life
When you come across darkness and event light
Will you be alone, and emptiness is in your sight.
Who will forget where you have been
When your heart is still full of evil and sin
Will you remember in life, there is only but one end.
Who for you will cry and weep for you a tear
When you are no longer here
Will they even care, for your sorrows to hear.
Who will even think about you when you are gone
When there life is still moving on
Do you wonder, if you will be remembered as just a pawn.
Who will always think and worry about you
When you live your life and the things you do
So I wonder for you, if there will ever be a who.
Randy Lee McClave
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As We Spoke
As I was listening, your lips they were glistening
I remember that day that we spoke
I smiled and I agreed, your words I did heed
As I took them seriously, and never as a joke,
All your words I did hear, about your life and career
I was anxious and excited from every word you said
So I waited for your words, as though listening to songbirds
As you spoke, I listened to your feelings instead.
I began to converse, sometimes in text or in verse
What was going through my thoughts and my brain
You just nodded your head, from the stories that I read
As though I was alone and I talked from pain,
With me you were bored, so my stories you ignored
I felt so sad that I almost began weeping
You just didn't care, if I was here or over there
But then when I looked at you, you now were sleeping.
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My Death Is Coming Soon
My death it is coming soon
I can feel it in the air
And I know that I will not be missed
Even when I am lying there.
I have tried the best in this life
And I helped out all that I could
But when it came my time for help
I looked around, and no one stood.
I don't know who I am anymore
I know that I just don't belong
So when I leave this world I wont care
Because I believe my living was all wrong.
My death it is in my dreams
So in reality I am dying everyday
I have pleaded and begged to everyone
Even to GOD I fell to my knees to pray.
I wished that I would be missed before I was gone
I wished someone in myself, would just believe
But all I hear is that I didn't miss much in this life
But they never had to plead, what about me.
If I were someone else it would be a different story
Their life and memories wouldn't be at the end
Someone would be there for them each and everyday
And everywhere they look, they would see a friend.
My life is coming to an end
Everyday I feel the coldness that much more
Now overtime that I look, I am alone
As no one sides with me, no one has done before.
Why must one person in life be treated so bad
Why must his dreams and wishes be washed away
Is everyone else wishes more important that is
Should his dreams and wishes be all erased.
I am told to wish and dream what others expect
Even if its the dreams and wishes that others had
But then all theirs smiles have been from yesterday
And yesterday was the time that made me glad.
My life is almost at its end
I can feel the people walking on my grave
And one thing I do know, it is I will be replaced
And truly I wish everyone a happier and peaceful day.
So why must I be treated the way that I am
I truly do try my best to help people in this life
To see them smile and not to hurt anyone
What wrong could be worth that simple price.
So I wish my life was a better time
I wish and pray that all treated me like a friend
And I wish I wasn't used or took advantage of
And sadly, I wish that my life wasn't coming to its end.
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This Or That
One thing true about this or that
Some people don't mind if I am thin or fat
And they don't care, about the length of my hair
So to make all happy I just wear a hat,
And one thing more about this or that
I am glad I have a dog and not a cat
Though some are picky, they'd rather have a kitty
But then at least my pet isn't a rat,
Then do I wish or do I say a prayer
Did I glance at her or did I give a stare
Maybe I should lie, and to both I could deny
But then would anyone worry or would they even care.
Thinking more about this or thats
Some people don't want the truth just the facts
As all they want to hear, is joy and not fear
And then should I sit or have I sat,
Would I enjoy listening to music everyday
If the music was what someone else did play
Would I rather listen to a teacher, instead of a preacher
The choice is either this or that as I did say,
Is it better to say hello than it is to say goodbye
And is it easier to live that it is to die
Do we live by choices, or do we run in courses
Do we ever win or are we better when we just try,
As I think just where I am at
Would I rather write or would I rather chat
The choices are many, in this life of plenty
But that is the truths about this or that.
Randy L. McClave
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I Believe
In my heart I truly do believe
Everyone deserves, a peaceful hour
As I always wish that for me,
And I would give it, if I had the power.
In my heart I truly do know
Everyone deserves, a peaceful day
A time for them just to hold,
Every moment to that answer, I do pray.
In my heart I truly do wish
Everyone to have a peaceful month
Weeks of worries would just vanish
Is that asking for to much.
In my heart I truly do hope
Everyone, to have a peaceful year
If only for that we could hold and cope
Then no one would shed a tear.
In my heart I truly do pray
Everyone to have a happy life
Then I know there would be no hate
Then GOD, would be on our side.
In my heart; that I will always preach
I guess that I will also always cry
Then maybe someday it will be in reach
And hopefully it will never die.
Randy L. McClave
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