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Life You Chose

You became a liar
You became a cheat
You became disrespectful
To all that you do meet.
You became an adulterous
Or should I say once again
You also became a thief
To satisfy your ways and whim.
You became a user
You became a coward
You became soulless
As you seek no higher power.
You became the proof
That no one should be like you
including your children and family
Or the people that you once knew.
You have became hated
You became unfaithful
You have became untrue
And you have became so cruel.
You have became the person
That gives out sadness and woe
And all person's that remember you
Will say It's the life that you chose.

Randy L. McClave

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Once

Once a cheater always a cheat
While living a life just to deceive
To practice fraud, which no-one will applaud
And the truth no one will ever believe.
To be unfaithful or to go astray
Being a crook each and every day
Trying to evade, and then to escape
The evil tricks that you have made.

Once a liar always a liar
Dishonesty will become your empire
Your words will become colder, when you become older
And your only warmth will be hells  fire.
The truth it will become your enemy
The words you speak will be your seeds
Truthfulness will be your foe, as your history will unfold
Then your words will be hewed away like weeds.

Once a user always a user
Then later on to become an abuser
That will be yourself, unto you and everyone else
Then lastly you will become a looser.
You take from anyone all you can
Whether they be either woman or man
You think you deserve, what they have earned
And for no one do you ever give a damn.

Once a thief always a thief
Bringing nothing but worries and its grief
To take what is not yours, your dignity is the lure
As dishonesty is all that you do seek.
You take and steal what you do not own
While believing it is yours and yours alone
Though you have no regret, and your never upset
But someday for your thievery you will atone.

Once a whore always a whore
Could any man or I say anymore
Giving away your dignity, with no shame or pity
As you always move to another mans door.
Your soul and body it will become stale
As on the marketplace you put your soul up for sale
But you have no regret, from the men you have kept
Maybe someday they too will hear your conscience wail.

Once a woman you once were
At least that is what I once had heard
You had virtue and pride, and dignity deep inside
But to all now that seems so absurd.
They say it was so very long ago
With a different person inside of you did grow
When you were devout, and sins you did with out
But that was before the real you we did know.

Randy L. McClave

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Living With Yourself

How do you live with yourself
When you are walking down the street
How do you live with yourself
When you tell lies to the people that you meet.
Don't you know that's it's not loyalty
When you go from one man to another
Don't you think that it's also disrespectful
When you tell others that you are a good mother.
You have cheated on all of your husbands
And also your boyfriends when you begged for help
Honestly how can you believe you done nothing wrong
Tell me again, how can you live with yourself.
Don't you know that it is a mortal sin
To live a life the way that you do
Telling your children that you done no wrong
Do you really want them to respect or be like you.
You live as a user and an adulterous
While others say you live a life as a tramp and a whore
And you have your children watching you sin
How can you live with yourself any more.
Are you happy with the deeds you have done
Even with the ones you have done many times before
Are you not tired of lying and making up stories
Dont you understand why with people you they ignore.
You still put on your act with people that you meet
You will not tell them the truth about yourself
If they knew too the evil and sin you commited
They would also tell you that you are going to hell.
So close your conscience and live your lie
And act like you care for others and them you want to help
But all you care is for yourself and only you
And ask GOD please, how can you live with yourself.

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Who Are You

You might have yourself children
Maybe one or might even two
Now think this one thought to yourself
Would you want them to become like you.
As when a child themselves gets older
And to this world they have changed
People will either welcome and greet them
Or put you, yourself to their blame.
So you will stay the way that you are
And sadly that cannot be changed
With all your lies and your little secrets
So why not go by a different name.
As we all know a liar is but a liar
And a cheater will always cheat
As they cant change who they really are
Even to the new people that they do meet.
They will always put blame on all others
Never place the blame upon themselves
As they believe they are right and never wrong
So others, and not them need the help.
So you can change the color of your hair
And you can even change your name
But inside your heart and inside your soul
You know, that you still are the very same.
As a coward will always be a coward
Who will hide when truth comes along
Though they think they're a giant among men
But really they are just five foot tall.
So someday the truth will come out
And from it you know you cannot hide
Then everyone will say, who really are you
And maybe then you will not lie.

Randy L. McClave

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Spirit's About Us

If they are spirits about us,
Would we do the things that we do
Or would we want to be better persons
Especially if they be spirits we once had knew.
Would we still say the things that we do say
And would we act the ways that we do,
That is, if they are spirits among us,
And if any of them, we once had knew.
If we knew they were here about us
And that never we were not alone,
No matter where we might go or what we might do
Or whether we be traveling or here at home.
Would we act the way that we do act
Or would we think about the things that we do
Would we say the things that we do say
If we knew that a spirit were next to me or you.
Would we still cheat or think about cheating
Or telling lies to the people that we meet
Especially if we knew loved ones were next to us
And our sins cause those spirits to weep.
Would we still act the way that we act
And would we think about the things we do
Would we say the things that we say
Especially what's inside of me and you.
Would we still hate and cause others to sin
Even though we knew we couldn't be caught
If only that we knew the spirits were next to us
And their love for us, we haven't forgot.
So I now live my life in happiness and joy
As I want to live my life sinless and complete
Never do I want to bring sadness or any pain
As I don't know who is standing next to me.
As if they are any spirits about us
And if there is a spirit standing next to me
I would hope to bring that spirit pride and joy
Instead of sadness, disappointment and humility.
So as I bring my thinking to a closure
And as I think of the time that our life is through
We best be careful what we do or think
As we know not what spirit, is standing next to me or you.

Randy L. McClave

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The Lying Man

This is the true story
About a confused little boy
Who stood just above five foot tall.
But his mother called him a man
Whenever he tried to stand
But everyone knew, what they saw.
As he was an only child
His mommy protected him from the wild
And also, from people like me and you.
He got others to fight his fights
When confrontation came into sight
As he also was a coward deep and true.
He did not have a hair on his head
Maybe because his morality was dead
Or maybe because GOD didn't like him at all.
He didn't even have a job
So from the tax payers He would rob
Staying at home without a sweat on his brow.
He would wear high heel boots
And sometimes wear young boys suit
To fill like a man, whenever others would allow.
He was also a liar and a thief
And an adulterer and and a cheat
And other souls would laugh, when he did fall.
One day his children they ran away
And so did his wife did that one day
As to them, he wasn't a father or a man.
So he went out looking for another
A women to use and who was like his mother
Someone who would kiss his feet and his hand.
So finally he found himself a whore
Who like him, as been used many times before
Now together they can stay warm together at night.
As she has no loyalty or virtue or pride
To show herself or her children deep inside
Now GOD and Man stay sick, when they are in sight.
So his whore hunches when she walks
So they are the same size when they talk
So that little boy will feel like a man.
But everyone still stop and stare
Whenever they go here or maybe there
Maybe him and her they try to understand.
But the boy still has his mother
And really he needs no other
As like him, she too is a liar and cheat
They both have there stupid grin
Maybe they too in their souls are twin
As their souls are full of using and deceit.
But as i say this is a true story
About a pathetic little boy
Who is lair and a cheat and not a man.
And when he dies will anyone care
Or will anyone hush and say a prayer
I would say not, and now you understand.

Randy L. McClave

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Thief In The Night

She came and gone like a thief in the night
Though she wasn't a stranger she was my wife
She robbed and stole and then broke my heart
If only I knew how she really was from the start.
She came in my life so many years ago
At the junction of my life when I needed to grow
As I had searched the world and she I did find
Happy I had thought that we shared the same mind.
Then I found out she was pretty face with an evil soul
But sad to find out in truth that, that others also did know
She had used and cheated and lied in her past
And now I am not first and I know I will not be the last.
Now she has taken another victim by the hand
I wander how long he will be used until he will understand
But then he too is also a liar a coward and a thief
And sad to say his parents are the same as I do see.
He has the little man syndrome as I have been told
So onto a taller person he wishes upon to hold
With not many hairs on his head so he stands ashamed
So he keeps his head covered as though it is too rain.
They don't believe in GOD so they mock him every day
From the way they act to the lies that they say
And what kind of an examples are they to their daughters
GOD knows she isn't a good mother and he is no father.
Now I think of all the life's that she has affected
And also the many souls she has ruined and corrupted
Leading them all down an evil and sinful path
I wander if ever she hears the devil himself laugh.
And years from now when all will look back at this time
In part of their destruction they will see that fine line
It will be remembered and talked about and held in their sight
As it all began when she came and gone like a thief in the night.

Randy L. 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.

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The Little Man

Little man with your high heel boots on
As you are walking down the street,
I wander if people know who you really are
That daily you might meet or greet.
As you are maybe just five foot four,
And your also a liar, and a user and a cheat
You go against the laws of God and Man
So you smile stupidly as you are also a thief.
You take the things which are not yours
And according to GOD they should never be,
So you corrupt the youth and the ones your with
As you don't know of truth, or vows or loyalty.

Little bald man with your silly little smile
Again walking down the road,
Afraid of your shadow, so others must fight your battles
Truly God, has tossed away your soul.
You live in a run down house on a dirty little street
Where everyone there knows your name,
But they know that your just a pitiful little man
As all you do is cause sin, and hate and pain.
God gave you a family once before
A wife and daughters and I think of two,
But you weren't happy with what you had then
So you cheated on them, with someone new.

Little bald man we all just laugh at you
You truly will never be like us, a man,
As you cant stand up on your own tiny little feet
So you must ask someone to hold your tiny little hand.
What you cant have you try to break or steal
GOD again as turned his back away from you,
You wont keep his laws or his commandments he wrote
So you will corrupt all that is near or around you.
You care for no one but only yourself
Maybe that's why you have that stupid little smile,
And who you do know you try to own and control
You are so much, like a spoiled little child.

Little man with your hairless little head
I wander if GODS thoughts ever gets inside of there,
As you always wear a cap to cover up your hairless fact
Or I wonder, if for your soul or others do you really care.
I think that you think of no one but only yourself
Maybe that's why you will never be a man,
So you wear your high heel boots and a cap on your head
Too bad by yourself, you cant and wont make a stand.
But one day when you look back on your life
You'll wish you could had changed but you never can,
Your friends and your family will then look and laugh at you
And they will feel pity, for the hairless stupid little man.

Randy L. McClave

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The Adulterous Wife

As her Children sleep in their bed
While her husband lays down his sleepy head
She quietly gets up and starts continuing her lies,
As this is the story, of the Adulterous wife.
She lies and cheats and do the sins that she shouldn't,
Sadly though, this isn't the first time for this woman
As in her past she has done this all before
Sadly her husband didn't know, that he had married a whore.
As when he is at work, she was never at home
And when her girl's slept, she was never alone
She lied and cheated and used her husband for a price
As this is the story of the Adulterous wife.
She sneaks out of the house whenever she can
So she can jump in the bed of another man
He then uses her, and then she lies to him
But neither can lie to GOD, when their beginning becomes their end.
And when her daughter's get older and they feel the strife
I wander if they will be like their mother, the adulterous wife
She argues and fights with her husband all the time
Loyalty and love to her husband has been left far behind.
The vow she swore to GOD she has broke it once again
Now she is a marked woman, in front of women and men
She has affairs with her lovers, that only the devil could believe
Asking them to come and rescue her, and set herself free.
She is never happy unless she is in another mans bed
Only happiness she brings that man, is when he is dead
She tells her lies and say all her men of hers are abusers
But she never let them know, that she is but a user.
And she'll keep her lies from yesterday unto today
And while she sins, other men lay down to pray
How sad it is to live that type of sinful life
But this is the true story of the Adulterous wife.

Randy L. McClave

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Please, Teach Me

Teach me well the child did say
As to its parent they did speak
As I want to grow up to be the best I can,
So please to me, wont you teach.
I want to learn and I want to be taught
To be the best that I really can,
And when I get older and I am on my own
I will thank you, for creating who I am.
I don't want to lie and I don't want to cheat
And I want everyone to me proud of me
An honest and loyal person I wanna be known
And I want to be as smart as I can be.
I want to be truthful and I want to be trusted
To all my family and my friends
I want devotion to be my middle name
And I want to know nothing of evil and or sin.
You are the one that will affect my life
The child said to its parent as they spoke
Whatever I become, it will be because of you
Whether I swear, or drink, or even smoke.
And when I get older will I be like you
And will I ever have a family of my own
Will I be the roll model for my children then
Or will I leave them when they are all alone.
And when you get older and your hair is gray
The child said to its parent that it loved
Will I turn out the way I wish I didn't
And will you pray for help from GOD above.
The child said its prayer as it went to bed
And then closed its eyes as it went to sleep
Please be the model from which I will learn, they said
And please for me, wont you teach.

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Her Life

She has had more affairs
Than people remember or ever care
More than a house with all its stairs
Or even a school with all its chairs
Though to stop she has not the desire
To end those ways or even the power.

She has told so many lies
More than anyone else can deny
More than the tears one person can cry
Or even the truth a sinner can't deny.
And never is honesty on her side
From GOD and truth she will always hide.

She has put more persons to blame
More than the drops of a summer rain
More than an older woman's aches and pain
Though without any pity and any shame.
She becomes no-ones losses and no-ones gain
As she becomes known without a name.

She has used and also abused
More than what most persons earn and loose
More than all decisions most people did choose
And doing it again, it she will always do
As she has no feelings or even a clue
What's old to her, to others it is new.

She has called so many places home
More than a nomad on the roam
More than the stars in the sky that's shown
Even all the names in the bible known
But then in the end she will let out a moan
And by herself gladly she will be alone.

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Steal My Heart

She asked me if I could steal her soul,
I told her if I did I would never let it go
I would keep it in a cage beside my heart
Then every day I'd know we wouldn't be apart.
The feelings that she felt I'd feel them to
The wonders she'd seek, them I would do
Passions of hers they would also be mine
A man in this world and my own soul would shine.

If I could only keep her soul in a cage
Then I would feel love and no more rage
I would see the beauty from another person's eyes
It would give me joy and warmth as my prize.
All men are born with one soul and one life
Sadly many walk alone through sadness and strife
But this man walks through life with an empty cart
How I wish I had her soul in a cage next to my heart.

Randy L. McClave

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Probably Not

It may not be tomorrow,
And it might not be at your life's end,
But one thing that I know for certain,
We certainly; will meet again.
It might be when your down and troubled
And you are searching for a friend
But then you cannot find anyone there,
And then definitely, we will meet again.
Will I help you as I have done before
When you were my love that I sought
I will then look at my hands and fingers
Then say to myself; probably not.
I will think about our past
As though looking at a mirror on the wall
I will remember the times I helped you up
And then the times that you let me fall.
I will remember all the lies you said
While you were holding onto my hand
I was your Husband you were my wife
But you called someone else, your man.
So time will come and time will go
Along with your family and friends,
But then as your life is falling apart
We most assuredly, will meet again.
You will look at me, and remember the lies
That you said and spoke when we were young
You will ask me then to forgive you please
And I will tell you, that cannot ever be done.
All the dreams that we once had
They have all been washed away
Caused by you, and your lies and your sin
And all that is waiting you now, is judgment day.
You will then realize the souls you affected
As you put yourself always first
But that's all you really truly cared about
You never wanted to quench someone else's thirst.
And when your down and without your soul
And in this life your in trouble and lost
You look all your friends and men have ran away,
And will I help you; probably not!

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Once They Said

Once they said you were so sweet
But now they say that you are a cheat
So maybe then someday you might learn
Your deeds speak louder than any word
When you are walking down your street.

Once they said your soul was loyal
But now they say its used and soiled
So I say this to you my dear, dear friend
If you did once before you will do it again
You once had nothing but now you are spoiled.

Once they said you were knowledegable
Now they say that you are intolerable
As you think your better than everyone else
And know one is as smart as yourself
Now your ways and acts are unpardonable.

Once they said you were very honest
But then you became very dishonest
You hid your truth as you would hide a tear
Then you made your past and deeds disappear
As then you thought you were a goddess.

Once they said you were trustworthy
But then you became uncouth and earthy
You became a person that we never knew
As inside your soul and mind evil and hate grew
Now for your salvation you will never be worthy.

Once they said you were true to the core
But now your mind is empty and your soul is poor
You had let evil and sin enter into your life
Now honest and love is out of your sight
Statements of praises, you wont hear anymore.

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Being Yourself

Be the way that you want to be
Not the way that others have chose
Be not your Mother, nor your Father,
Because in your body their blood does flow.
Be what you want if you so desire
If that's what's in your soul
Bring forth a wish or make a dream
And never be stopped by “No”.
Laugh if you feel like laughing
Even though the world might frown
Laugh from your soul, even if there's woe
But laugh, because it is your sound.
Sing a song as loud as you need
Even though friends will turn their head
And do the things that you do seek
And never follow when you should of led.
Seek your pleasures before you seek others
Forget what other books have wrote
Worry for yourself, before anyone else
Then unto life you will proudly hold.

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The Mask

You wear a mask upon your face
So people wont know of your sin and disgrace
Or of the things that you have said and done
And of the life you have ended and then again begun.
You cover up your lines and all of your tears
So no one can see the worries and your fears
Or of the anger and the hate that's on your face
So upon your face a mask you did paste.
But I wonder if anyone really does know
The color of your cheeks or the shape of your nose
Or the saddened bags underneath your eyes
From the guilt you felt from the tears of your lies.
And when you meet people I wonder do they stare
Maybe they think to themselves, who is really behind there
But then you don't care what people might say or ask
As you can conceal all, when you wear your mask.
And so that mask you will wear till your dying days
As it will become you in so many very different ways
But one day in death your mask it will then be removed
Then man and all will stand in sadness, as they see the real you.

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Turning Of The Screw

As I walked down a lonely street
With a bit of winter still fresh in the air
Strange faces I suddenly do greet
Then I remembered about someone for whom I did care,
I once was passive, but then I became a fighter
Just because of the deeds and acts of one soul
Oh how I wished instead I was still a writer
Then that pain and anguish more easily I could let go,
Some men are forced to do either wrong or right
But then they seem to carry not much of a load
They surrender their ways and also their might
But then not none of us will walk the very same road,
Now sadly when I look into a mirror
I will see a person that I thought I never knew
But then I will reflect back to that hate and fear
I then will be wearing another man's shoe,
From troubles I wish I could just walk away
As to no one do I have anything ever to prove
But still I will fight and my ground I will stay
And all because, of the turning of the screw.

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Chances Are

Chances are if we'd meet again,
You won't know who I am,
Though you might remember the smile
Or you might recall the walk,
But chances are, you will not.
And if we did meet on the road again,
Would you smile and call my name
Or would you forget who I was,
Because now, we are not the same.
Chances are, you would walk away,
And you would forget what you saw
Even though you knew me then,
But now my face, you couldn't recall.
And if we were in trouble in the sea of life,
Would you be there to toss me a line
I know I'd be there if but for you,
But alas, that was a different time.
And chances are, if we were alone
You would then smile and talk to me,
You would be my friend, and remember again,
But chances are; that will never be.
Chances are, that I will never change
And that I will stay the way I am,
And you will stay the way, that you must be,
But I don't care, in this world of man.
I will act the way that I want to act
And I will do the things that I must do,
And I am not ashamed of anything or anyone,
But chances are, the hypocrite is you.
And as life is full of chances of her own,
She has her own steps and stairs,
And could I see you on your way down,
Chances are, I will be there.

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The Bully

They coerce and they abuse and they also harass
As though that is their only purpose for living
It gives them a power when others they try to surpass
But their deeds and themselves, are unforgiving,
They enjoy to punch and laugh and ridicule
As though to feel better about their own rejection
Their targets are weak, so that is their fuel
But they do it, as they know not of love or affection,
They pick on people who are weaken than them
As though they are jealous and envious of their being
But sometimes the aggressor is a she and not a him
As through sad blackened eyes we are seeing,
They enjoy to pester and get on anyone's nerve
With no concerns or worries about them or any person
In the end though they will get what they truly deserve
But until then their life and hating and uncaring will worsen,
They are overbearing, they badger and they intimidate
They are also arrogant if we could understand them fully
Braggarts and showoffs they are who everyone does hate
And to us all they are simply known as the bully.

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Pass This Way

We shall not pass this way again
Spoke the old man to his friend
For many lives, we have known
And many children, we've seen grown.
As you walk a path but one time
And though it seems the same
Every road has a different meaning
And every teardrop, a different pain.
We have sinned and saw sin
We have hated and we we had friends
But now we shall all be judged,
For when we hated, should we have loved.
Should we had fought, when we fled
Should we had watched when we had sinned
Should we had cried when we bleed,
I don't know, for we shall not come again.
When we go through life, this one time
We should do the best that we could
Live a life, and be its pride,
And be ready for judgement, when we die.
You pass this way but one time
You live a life but one time
You can help a soul but one time,
And one time, is all that is asked.
So when you pass this way again
Never be in a hurry when you walk by
Be you a woman or be you a man,
It never ever hurts, to only but try.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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