Must Die
Someday everything must die,
They just do, so don't ask why
One day they thrive, they are alive
Then they are dead, in the wink on an eye.
But this is the ways or GOD and nature,
Spoke Mother Earth to the creator.
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Examples
What kind of an example will you be
Spoke mother nature to the tree
As it stood so proudly and ever so tall
As though defying to all that it would fall
Will you place your roots deep into the Earth
Then other trees like you will then give birth
Spoke once again mother nature to the tree
Tell me please what type of example will you be.
What kind of an example will you become
Spoke the mother wolf unto her young
Will you be majestic and run fast and free
Running in packs to provide for your family.
Or will you become a mother like I became
But swearing to all you will never be tamed
While fearing no one in the the moonlight or the sun
So please tell me what type of examples will you become.
What kind of an example will you be
Spoke the mother to her daughter upon her knee
Will you be a loyal and devout and virtuous woman
Never doing the things that a lady shouldn't
Being honest and caring through the days of your life
Then being truthful and trusting when you become a wife
And will you become a mother just like me
Please tell me what type of an example will you be.
What kind of an example will you be
Spoke GOD to mother nature as she planted the tree
And what kind of an example have you become
Spoke GOD to the she wolf as she spoke to her young
What hind of an example will you then be
Spoke GOD to the mother with her daughter on her knee
The young ones will do and become from what they see
As the examples will be you spoke GOD to all three.
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Trees
Trees, please me
To sit and watch them grow
As from a seed,
They do breed,
And from the Earth and Wind they grow,
Reaching up towards the clouds
And swaying in the breeze,
It always makes me feel so proud,
To sit, and watch a tree.
Earth is the Father,
Protecting his precious child,
While Mother is Nature,
Giving protection from the wild.
Trees, please me
Living from a seed,
Living in awe,
And growing so tall,
Entertains both you and me.
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Goes Around, Comes Around
What goes around, comes around
As I always have been told,
So what you have done unto others,
Unto you, someday the same will unfold.
The evils that you have held
And the lies that you have spoke,
Someday you will be visited by them all
And by those deeds alone, you will choke.
Karma will come and get you
From it you cannot run and or hide
She will follow till your end on Earth
And she’ll mock you the day that you die.
What goes around comes around
Truer words have never been said
Your life will be full of sadness and pain
From the life that you once had led.
To the pain and suffering that you caused
From the evils and lies that you dealt
Believing lies that you told and hold
For you there will be a special place in Hell.
And you might not die alone
You might have your family and or friends
But when your passing has came and gone
No one will think good of you, ever again.
What comes around, goes around
I think deeply on that thought,
Because nothing truly can you hide from man
And from GOD, your always caught.
You might lie only to lie to yourself
But then soon, it comes back to you
And then you see the pain that you caused
Then they’ll will be nothing that you can do.
Suffering will be yours alone forever
Your moaning in pain will be your only sound
And I myself will mock and ignore you
For as they say, what comes around, goes around.
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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.
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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.
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I Had Died
I read the obituaries where I had died
I looked beside me and Death was not at my side
I felt so sad and lonely that I almost cried
Why about my death had others had lied
My ex-wife called my family and she was very sad
She was sorry that I was gone and she felt bad
She said I was the only true love that she ever had
Then she found out I was alive, and she got mad
My son then called after he read the news
He had cried and cried and went through boxes of tissues
He was sad and distraught and also confused
He didn't know that I was sick so he wasn't amused
My friends then called one after another
Then I got a call from a sister and then my brother
So happy the news wasn't read by my mother
It wasn't I who died, but sadly it was some other,
Of course I am here and I am still alive
And I hope for many more years I will survive
My friendship and my love it will also thrive
And my friendship to others I hope not to deprive.
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Someday
Someday we all shall me tested
As to prove the type of person we became
To see from life what we had ingested
Then to see the prize that we shall claim.
Our characteristics then will be shown
From the acts and deeds that we preformed
Then the life we lived to all will be known
As our soul and destiny will be transformed.
Someday we all shall be tempted
Either by money, sex or even fame
Those demons will not be exempted
And sadly will follow many to their grave.
Many will be allured by the situation
And many will be attracted only by lies
But then many will be led into temptation
And never will know their truth was unwise.
Someday we all shall be remembered
Of the things that we’ve said and done
As our truth to all it will be surrendered
But then as in life our past cant be redone.
Our weakness and strength will be reveled
As inside our soul to GOD and all will see
Nothing can we forget or can be concealed
But then someday, when might that time be.
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Knowing Of A Tree
It is a good thing indeed
When someone plants a seed
And to watch and help it grow
So someday, it to be a tree.
It is a good thing in truth
When a tree brings forth its fruit
Or to shade someone's head
Or its branch be a robins nest.
It is good when a tree is used
By nature, or by me or you
To protect or shelter lives
For a tree; it never dies.
A tree is someone's home
A tree is someone's good book
A tree is never alone,
For to know a tree, all you do; is look.
It is good to plant a tree
It is good to plant a seed
For someday it will be grown
And a tree, will be known.
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Bible Verse
I asked the child why did she curse
Her answer was, she knew not a Bible verse
She never went to church or knew how to say a prayer
So all that she knew, was how to curse and swear,
I was told that her mother had taught her well
But never taught her about heaven or even hell
And all that she knew is from what she had read
While listening to the words that her mother had said.
I asked the child why did she lie
Her response to me, it is better than to cry
As things got bad and then they turned worse
That's all that she knew, and she knew not a Bible verse,
Her mother had told her the things not to do
But then they differed from other's points of view
And all the child knew was from what she had seen
As she watched her mother, which was unforeseen.
I asked the child why did she steal
Taking from others for a terrible ordeal
She answered me, as she placed the goods in her purse
'It is the way that I am', and I know not of a Bible verse
Someday soon I will probably smoke and drink
Spoke the child to me as she began to think
But then am I not the girl that my mother did raise
And every day to my mother, I give her praise.
I asked the child why did she fight
She then said to me, it's better than being polite
Her mother's honor again she had to defend
And fighting is all that she could comprehend
So the child then wiped the pain off of her face
As she slowly walked away in sadness and disgrace
The last thing she said to me as we did converse
She said, I truly wish that I knew a Bible verse.
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I Am!
You don't know who I am,
But I am.
You don't know what I see,
But I see.
You don't know what I speak,
But I say.
As I am me, Today.
I see the things that I want to see,
I hear the things I want to hear,
And I speak the words I want to say,
For I am me, Today.
Though I am like everyone else
Just an Actor in a role
Someday a comic, someday a romantic,
And someday I am my soul.
I can see the things I want to see
Though sometimes I see them wrong
And I say the things I want to say,
Sometimes in rhyme or song.
You don't know who I am,
But I am.
Though you thought you knew me so,
For sometimes I am happy and sometimes mad,
And sometimes I’ll freeze you, for I’m so cold;
I have been many men
Just through the wishes of others,
And when tomorrow comes around once again,
I might, become some other.
Though you know who I am,
I am not.
I am not the one you think I am.
All though you have seen me a lot,
Only I know what's in this Man,
Inside me there is hate, jealousy and vengeance!
But there is also love, warmth and a smile,
And though you've seen them all before,
Only I, can open that door.
Though no one is truly like me,
For many times I am but a man,
And when I look in the mirror in the morning,
I shout and say, I AM!
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Poor Little Drea
Poor little Drea
Walking down the street
Confused about the world outside
And all the persons she will meet.
Does not know what to do or say
Such a confused little girl
Always did what her mother said
Maybe that's why her mind is in a twirl.
She was never told not to smoke
Or not even to never drink or curse
No one cared what she read or did
Or the persons she might use or hurt.
She sees the examples her mother left
Knowing someday they might be her own
So sadly she walks and talks to herself
How she wished that she was all alone.
Someday she wants to become a woman
And maybe she’ll be like her mom
Maybe that's why she is so very confused
As of her mothers way she is not that fond.
As she knows there is a GOD
And he does not want us to commit any sin
But sadly that has been in her daily life
Since day one when her life did begin.
One day she might want to get married
And have a husband not two or even three
And she might want to trust in man and GOD
And hope that freedom will set her free.
As she doesn't ever want to cheat or steal
Or doesn't ever want to use or lie
She has seen that so much in her own little life
I could understand why she will sit and cry.
So as those thoughts enter her brain
I wander what answers that she might seek
Does she wish that her mother wasn't hers
As sad little Drea is walking down the street
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How Do You Sleep
I place my head between my hands
As once again I softly weep
I think to myself, as there is no one else,
Please tell me; How do you sleep.
Do you not think of the things you have done
Or the lies and untruths that you have said
It pains my mind, probably till the end of time
Until the time that we both are dead.
You tell your lies as they are the truth
So you can cover up your ways and sin
Do you believe your lies, as the truth you deny
Thinking your innocent in front of God and men
As I sit alone in my chair
Thinking of the secrets you did keep
With your picture in hand, I cant understand
Then I say to you; how do you sleep.
I trusted you with all that I know
And I gave you all that I had to give
You were my life, and you were my wife
And i’d give you my soul for you to live.
But then your past it caught up with you
A time that I knew nothing about
When you were wild, like a crazy child
Who got there way, as it ended out.
As I walk through out the house
As for answers I still try to seek
I walked through our home, now I am alone,
Please tell me; how do you sleep.
As I look back at the things you have done
Remembering the vows that you had broke
And In my brain, now there is only pain
With all the lies you've done and spoke.
I find my bible and it I begin to read
Someday the devil will have your soul to reap
Until that time, your words are a crime,
And please tell me; how do you sleep.
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The Seed
The wind carried the seed
Into the air to who knows where
Across the weeds, floated the seed
Until to rest on the earth, which laid bare.
And then cried the seed upon the rise
Someday I, I will be a tree,
Liken my brothers, who will be like me
And I will grow to touch the sky.
The seed again journeyed upon the wind
Over the grass and wooded paths
Above the trees, cousins to him
Past the flowers who were his friends.
While he dreamed someday; he too would have many limbs.
The seed finally lighted upon the ground
From where he chose, so his mighty roots would grow
God will water me and give me light, he cried
He will also destroy my enemies and help me rise,
But then arrived a bird, who ate the seed.
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Not Today
I will forgive you someday,
But that day will not be today
It will not be this very moment
Or tonight when you might pray
And It will not be tomorrow
Or the next day after that
But I will forgive you someday
And that is the only fact.
I will speak with you someday,
But today is the day that I won't speak
Today is the day that I am deaf and dumb
And your voice I currently don't seek
It will not be anytime soon
When I want to hear your voice again
As now your voice just gets me ill
So speaking to you, I know not when.
I will look upon you someday,
But today I don't want to see your face
Today is the day I want to close my eyes shut
As your face now just brings disgrace
It won't be in the near future
That I will look upon you with my eye
As that is one promise I will keep to myself
And you are the one to know the reason why.
I will think no more of you today
And neither will I think of you tomorrow
I will not think of you the day after that
As it brings my soul sadness and sorrow
I will close my mind to the memories of you
Maybe someday again you will be my thought
But I know that it will not be anytime soon
As for now you are not what I had sought.
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Nothing Lasts Forever
Nothing Lasts forever,
That's what my father use to say,
And nothing ever stays the same,
For someday it all will pass away.
I looked upon my father then
And I thought how could he ever change
A man so strong, and who never was wrong,
Wouldn't he always stay the same.
He held my hand when I started to walk.
All those many years ago,
Now I hold his hand, that of a man
How I prayed he would never grow old.
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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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Pain
Pain; it is my friend
It shows me that I do live
It is my support when I do mend
My aches are the tribute, I must give,
I scream out when it does arrive
Sometimes tears come to my eyes
But it proves that I am still alive
Even when I breath in short sighs,
I will not ignore my pain with a pill
As though to make it disappear
As it and I, both are real
Even though it brings agony and a tear,
But someday my pain it will be gone
And on that day, I too will not exist
Then broken forever will be our bond
As then from me pain will forever desist,
It arrived the day that I was born
And it will be with me till the day I die
Till then I will give it my hateful scorn
Then on my last day, I will say goodbye.
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Every Inch A Man
For as I look,
Or as you stand,
I know that you are,
Every inch a man.
Though short in stature
And low in strength
I know that you are
By what good deed's meant.
For a Man is short,
Or a Man is tall,
And a Man is a Man,
By what I recall.
For a Man can be young
Or a Man can be old
For a Man is a Man,
By what I've been told.
And as these words were softly spoke,
While letting go of Her trembling Hand
I knew at last, what She had known,
That Her Son, was every inch a Man.
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Temptation
I was tempted by the devil today
But when I saw it I turned and walked away
Then when I was alone to GOD I did pray
I thanked him for making me strong that very day.
I could of walked forward and became very weak
Instead of turning around with my pride to keep
But vengeance and revenge I now do not seek
As what I do sow I know someday it I shall reap.
I kept all my thoughts and not one word did I say
As I am man with a soul and not a piece of clay
Neither to no one will I ever be a victim or prey
So now from temptation I just turn and walk away.
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As She Slept
I looked at her as she slept
So peaceful she was upon our bed
So happy she looked that I nearly wept
But then I found out that she was dead.
I fell upon my knees as I began to weep
As I said goodbye to her, in her forever sleep.
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