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
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Worth Dying For
Though you might not like who I am
You might even hate me to the core
But one thing I can tell you my brothers
Jesus said that I, was worth dying for.
As when they placed him upon the cross
And then nailed him onto that board
Jesus closed his eyes and spoke to GOD
And said that I, was worth dying for.
So now as I walked down any road
My soul is so happy and my heart is free
As I know that to myself that I am loved
And its by someone, that you cannot see.
I have sinned and been sinned upon
But that type of life I want it no more
As I live my life right, like the bible says
That's why Jesus said, I was worth dying for.
I live my life with a smile upon my face
And also with a happy song inside my heart
As I know that I am loved by GOD himself
And from him I could never or will ever part.
Now when I wake up each and every morning
As no one knows what in life is in store
But happy am I, as I enter each and every day
As I know Jesus said, that I was worth dying for.
So I sing my praise unto you my lord
As I thank you for what you’ve done for me
You gave me life and you gave me hope
And then you gratefully pointed out my destiny.
So this I tell you all my friends and my foes
As you wait or think from just the day before
Look at your life as you look into your soul,
And now think; were you worth dying for.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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One More Time
There must be something you can recommend.
Ive lost my faith in man again
So sick of trying to pretend.
Same pain over and over again
How much longer do you think well stand.
So little left here to live for
By the time my life is at its end.
[chorus]
I want it back one more time
Let me try one more time.
Live my life one more time
We never seem ready for this
It keeps on haunting me day after day. am i
Going about things the right way
Which truths to pass and with which truths to say
Its all so hard Im just so damn afraid
Had about as much as I can take.
So little left here to live for
By the time my life is at its end.
Ill want it back
[chorus]
I need the chance to live my life one more time
Give me the chance to live my life one more time
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Burden To Carry
Every man has a burden to carry
And some seem to carry it very well
While others complain, about the burden and strain
And as their fall from grace to all they must tell.
They will blame all others for the life they live
And then brag and lie for pity and shame
They will tell themselves to halt, that it was never their fault
So they figure their loss will also be their gain.
Every man has a burden to carry
And some need to carry that burden alone
As they don't seek help, from no one but themselves
And only GOD will feel their pain or hear them moan.
The burden they have is their right of passage
As they walk through life to become a man
Every step that they take, another worry they will forsake
And truly that a vigilante only he should understand.
Every man has a burden to carry
And so many carry it with a vigor and pride
As they head down the road, with their own life's load
While keeping a happiness and love and joy deep inside.
They live the life that was presented to them
And never once do they complain or quit
They take life in it's stride, they throw their chest forward in pride
And what they lost or will loose, they will never miss.
Every man has a burden to carry
And to see it just look upon a mans face
He will either be wearing a smile, like holding a child
Or else you'll see pain and sorrow and even disgrace.
Just walk in his footsteps at least one time
Take his journey as he run's or walks or even tarries
Then you will feel the weight, that man can't escape
As every man has a burden, that he must carry.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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There Is a Time To.....
There is.......
A time to write,
A time to listen,
A time to learn,
A time to play,
A time to read,
A time to see,
A time to lead,
A time to sleep,
A time to be happy,
A time to be mad,
A time to be silly,
A time to be sad.
A time to wake,
A time to stay,
A time to talk,
A time to walk.
A time to help,
A time to hurt,
A time to scheme,
A time to dream,
A time to make a difference,
A time to love,
A time to try,
A time to die
A time to wonder,
A time to want,
A time to live,
A time to do something.
There is always going to be a time,
But will you do something when that time comes?
poem by Michelle Hyde
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Heard A Lie
Before man took his very first step
Even before his first child had cried
Before the tears that he had wept
He had heard his very first lie.
Before the time he had learned to walk
Before he was taught to question with why
Before he had learned to listen and to talk
He had heard his very first lie.
Before man had received his first kiss
And the time before he took himself a wife
The day before he turned his hand into a fist
He had heard his very first lie.
Before man had looked up at the stars
Too ponder into his soul and also his life
He knew of his limitations and of his scars
And then he had known of his first lie.
Since the day that man was born
Until the day that he will die
When lastly for life he will cry and morn
Man then, will have heard his last lie.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Live With Yourself
How can you live with yourself
Spoke the old woman to herself
As she stared into her cosmetic mirror
Then she sadly cried another tear.
She thought again of her own past
When she swore forever, but it didn't last
Remembering he people she used and also hurt
Her soul she lost, now for which she searched.
The blames she had placed on all others
While never her fault but always another
Never saw the crimes that she did
As inside of her mind from them she hid.
Always someone else's fault but not her own
Is that why she's at peace when she's all alone
Putting herself always in front of pities line
What was hers is hers and her ways a crime.
No one has suffered as much as she had suffered
And she has endured more than any other
At least that's the stories she wants to believe
So her eyes are always closed so she doesn't see.
She doesn't remember the lies that she spoke
Didn't care about the truth that she had choked
She didn't recall the sins that she had sinned
So she can repeat them over and over once again.
We all have our stories to write and speak
Truthfulness and honesty is all we should seek
Not lies so we can become someone we are not
That's not the road of happiness we had sought.
The old woman took her eyes away from the mirror
She thought how once she was a mentor and peer
And her children and students that she had taught
Now her type of life they too had sadly sought.
We live the life that we are given to live
Honestly and honor is the best that we should give
We must better our lives as our destiny was dealt
Old woman tell me, how can you live with yourself.
poem by Randy McClave
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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.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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How Often Does One Dream
How often dose ones dream become reality
how often do we feel safe and sound
among-est. family and friends
how often does a stranger
touch our lives that
leaves ripples of time
that affect the way we think
changing the shifting of sands
We sit alone in the dark
contemplating what is life
how do we let the years go pass
with the patches of blackness
that dapples the paths we chose
as we jump from sunbeam to sunbeam
thinking how often there are highs and lows
in one’s life as we learn to live and breathe
How can you tell loved ones
how much they mean to you
as a friend, a husband, a wife,
a son, a daughter, your best friend
your soul mate for life
You tell them with meaning
behind each word, and saying
that you love, respect them
for the rest of their lives
poem by Kaila George
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One Day
I dont know when the time might come,
I dont even know where I might be
But this I do say, until that one day
That then; I will be free.
I think of that day with every step I take,
As I wish for it, with every breath I breathe
As I hope my day will come, before my life is done,
Then finally I'll know, you will belong to me.
Though I might be standing alone one day
Or I might be writing, with pen and pad in hand,
But my time will be here, maybe a day or even a year
And then I will know, that indeed for us I am a man.
I think of that day with every step that I take
And I wish with every breath that I breathe,
Am I being judged, or against me is there a grudge,
Doesn't anyone want me and my soul to be free.
I don't know where that I might be standing,
And I don't know exactly where I might be,
I don't know if it will be far or near, a day or a year,
But I do hope, that my time is coming for me.
I look and speak to my family and friends
I tell them too, that one day it will be my day,
But they push me aside, as their time has arrived,
And I don't need the same time for which they had prayed.
I look at my world, there is no one else like me,
I stand alone I don't even know who I am,
They say I should be proud, like a new born child,
But in what they say, there belief they never took their stand.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Let Bygone Be Bygones
To those i have sinned against of your forgiveness i beg
And you who have sinned against me you i do forgive
For what time I've got left i wish for peace with myself
Or in other words i want to live and let live.
Let bygones be bygone the past is the past
For my sins against others in karma i pay
And in the written word i now apologize
To all of those offended by me in some way.
I just want to live out what time I've got left
At peace with the World and with myself at peace
Far beyond the ego there is peace of soul
From self doubt, guilt and blame i just wish for release
And to live and let live and forget and forgive
And try to bring peace to my soul now in strife
And make peace with others and make peace with myself
I just want to enjoy the twilight of my life.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Living In This Time
We live in a time where time flies by.
We live in a time when everyone lies.
We live in a time where life is hard.
We live in a time where we're easily scarred.
We live in a time where we fight to win.
We live in a time where few of us grin.
We live in a time where love is confused.
We live in a time where life is abused.
We live in a time where we need a sign,
A sign to allow us to change this time.
poem by Devon McElveen
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Good try
Ego is to be satisfied
At every stage you must be lied
Each and every law must be defied
Then laugh at others and wrongly justified
If so then it should not be groomed
If so life is certainly to be doomed
It may bring down your entire empire
Less people may remain with you to admire
You may be your own prisoner
You will be isolated sooner or alter
You will not be able to set free
You will be tied and unable to flee
You won't know when time may pass
Up to this time people might have known your class
You are most hated person but not told on face
Time may soon fix you in unavoidable chase
Try to free from bondage
Still you have time left in age
If you can alter the cycle
You can still avoid the embargo and troubles
Only brave people may be spared
Foolish people may live under and dared
That time may be short lived
Not everything said may be believed
Life may soon be reaching dead end
You will be surrounded by no friends
It will speak of futile enterprise so far
But then you have gone too far
No time to trace back and confine
Life span is already lost and defined
What ego has to do now for bidding good bye?
To come in sense before time may be worth good try
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dieing Slowly
every day your away
every time i think about it
every time i hear your name
every time i go where we have been
every time i wake up
every time i cut
every time i bleed
every time i read
every time i write
every time i sleep
every time i think that you wont be back
every time they say i can do better
every time i say they dont understand
i die a little in side and there is not much left to kill any more
i know the end is coming and i dont care
id rather bleed and die then live life not feeling and thing
poem by Anna Sprague
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Back In Time
Last night; I went back in time
To see my wife if we never had met
I saw my ways, and my upcoming days
And my soul, was full of regret.
She wasn't there, but was in my prayer
As I surveyed the new life that I lived
And I walked alone, in my empty home
As my love for her I couldn't give.
I looked for her, and she couldn't be found
Last night when I went back in time,
So I searched her world, left nothing unfurled
But for her, nothing about her could I find.
So without me she took another path
Because then we had never met
But I stayed on that road, until I died old
Because no other woman in my heart would I let.
Then I had my thought when I awoke from my dream
And my woman she couldn't be found
So I closed my eyes and I sat down to cry
As my world was flipped upside down.
I remember now that she had left me
To be in the arms of another man
She was my love my life, my woman my wife
Now she's holding another mans heart and hand.
Why she left me; GOD will only know
But the love I felt once will never be mine,
I did nothing wrong, just loved her to strong,
Now again I wish, to go back in time.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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World
World, Oh World wont you worry about me
As I think my time has became my destiny
I wished to be shown kindness and sympathy
World, oh World wont you think about me.
I live for the day and not for the morrow
As I search for the happiness and not the sorrow
I live to earn and not to beg, steal or borrow
And my pride as my soul I will never swallow.
I walk the roads and I walk them alone
To me sadness and woe are on the same road
And there sadly to all I am known
World, oh World cant you hear me moan.
I have done the best that I really could
More than others I think or more than I should
No more than I wished for or more than I would
World, or world are you my ruin.
I look for nothing in exchange or return
My soul and my thoughts they both begin to churn
Someday again I know that I will burn
The tighter the screw which will be harder to turn.
Sorrowfully from many things I have been deprived
But never do I wish back and question with why
And from the truth from no-one will I hide
As someday like all, in the Worlds belly I will die.
I think not of yesterday as thats an empty thought
With the happiness I searched for and the dreams I sought
The memories were here but now them I forgot
I lived once for pain when I had lived in distraught.
Now I live my life by a philosophers degree
I believe only in the truth and that no man is better than me
My soul is my temple and my salvation is free
So World, oh World wont you worry about me.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Worry About Me
World, Oh World wont you worry about me
As I think my time has became my destiny
I wished to be shown kindness and sympathy
World, oh World wont you think about me.
I live for the day and not for the morrow
As I search for the happiness and not the sorrow
I live to earn and not to beg, steal or borrow
And my pride as my soul I will never swallow.
I walk the roads and I walk them alone
To me sadness and woe are on the same road
And there sadly to all I am known
World, oh World cant you hear me moan.
I have done the best that I really could
More than others I think or more than I should
No more than I wished for or more than I would
World, or world are you my ruin.
I look for nothing in exchange or return
My soul and my thoughts they both begin to churn
Someday again I know that I will burn
The tighter the screw which will be harder to turn.
Sorrowfully from many things I have been deprived
But never do I wish back and question with why
And from the truth from no-one will I hide
As someday like all, in the Worlds belly I will die.
I think not of yesterday as that's an empty thought
With the happiness I searched for and the dreams I sought
The memories were here but now them I forgot
I lived once for pain when I had lived in distraught.
Now I live my life by a philosophers degree
I believe only in the truth and that no man is better than me
My soul is my temple and my salvation is free
So World, oh World wont you worry about me.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Time For Everything
we all have the time for everything…
a time to play and a time to sleep
a time to move and a time to be stiff
a time to cry and a time to laugh
a time to be weak and a time to be tough.
a time to doubt and a time to trust
a time to agree and a time to contrast
a time to be slow and a time to be fast
a time to fade and a time to last.
having twenty four hours a day, we have…
a time to be good and a time to be bad
a time to be mad and a time to be glad
a time to be silent and a time to be loud
a time to be down and a time to be proud
a time to be smart and a time to be dumb
a time to be hurt and a time to be loved
a time to be honest and a time to lie
a time to live and of course a time to die.
poem by Frieda Taller
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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.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Life moves on, but the pain remains
the ppl we miss the most,
are the ppl God has taken,
it hurts like hell,
like a dagger through the heart,
but nothing can be done,
we shed the tears,
of our love ones that has passed,
life is not perfect,
it keeps moving on,
time surpose to heal the pain,
but it feels like it never does,
as the time pass around,
it's a reminder,
of what we once had,
it what makes,
day by day,
so hard to stay,
but we must keep pushing on,
through the rain and snow,
the sun will come out,
so we can see another day,
the clouds will clear,
so we can live our life,
the way it's surpose to be lived,
life isn't easy,
but the pain do make us strong,
strong to face our fears,
that stand in our way,
these special ppl will be missed,
but we won't let them fade away,
they touched our lives,
in so many ways,
than we can say,
or even explain,
we were blessed,
to have the time we did,
before they were taken away,
in our memories,
they stay,
and will always remain.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Untraveled
As my world had slowly unraveled,
From taking a road that was untraveled,
Narrow up ahead was the way
I had only my belief and I did pray,
Forward in front of me was the only gate
I took nothing to chance, or even to fate.
I now know not to walk with sin,
Never will I walk with it ever again,
So all alone on the road I did walk
Without sinning or immorality so to myself I did talk,
No other person was in my thoughts or my sight
As no one was at my left, or on my right.
Another road I noticed not very far away,
I saw liars and sinners and those ready to betray,
Their road was long and it was very wide
People walked it with a happiness and also with pride,
Their upcoming gate was crooked, rusted and bent
Sadly not one soul was sorry, or wanted to repent.
As I walk the road that is seldom traveled,
My life in front of me then became unraveled,
It shows the life that I have lived and also led
Now my life and my redemption is on my head,
As I headed for the final entrance gate
To find my hereafter, as heaven will await.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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