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.
Randy L. McClave
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To Enjoy Life
Our life has many windows of joy,
The joke is serious and to enjoy.
Our existence is special and fully exposed
To other elements, so as to enjoy.
The living individual that aspires to Job,
Is the very sentence of our writing to enjoy.
How does the sprightliness of a lifestyle
Turn into something not to enjoy.
Really merry people are mostly proof of laughter
Being the source of help always to enjoy.
There is a safe place for all,
Everywhere you must even think to enjoy.
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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.
Randy L. McClave
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The Ending
As you look and you see him dead
With no more worries upon his head
His lips are silenced and eyes are closed,
The way death is and the way GOD chose.
His deeds on Earth they now are done
With battles he lost and victories he had won
And now in Heaven his judging will begin
On the scales of judgement it will be good against sin.
His journey is finished his walk is completed
And like all man he has been tempted and has been greeted
And now he lies down and we see him dead
Now he will be judged by the life he led.
RANDY L. MCCLAVE
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Will I Suffer
Will I suffer
Because you like me to suffer
Just to live in torment and pain,
Where all my sunshine's are dead
From the lies you have said,
So I could live in storm and rain.
Will I give up and not try
And then lay down to die
The way I have done before,
Where I would give up the fight
To say I was wrong and you were right
As just to avoid with you a war.
Will I cry once more
As I have cried before
So you can ridicule me to your Mates,
Then you talk behind my back
And have yourself a hardy laugh
Is that what you see in my fate.
Will I say my prayers
Just to end my nightmares
And the way that I live my life,
And then put my GOD to blame
For my worries and my pain
And forget him in my prayers at night.
Will I live my life in agony
From what you have done to me
In a battle won or maybe lost,
Then I think for a while
And then I bring back my smile
Then I say to you, “ I think not”.
Randy L. McClave
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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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The Sty In Your Eye
Look into your eye, do you see that sty
As I have seen it many times before
Though you said it was not there,
But in your mirror you still stare,
So once again that sty you ignore.
When you are walking, and of course talking
About every person in your life
Tell me do you ever see it,
And from the discomfort do you feel it
That sty that’s in your eye.
What do you see, and what do you believe
When someone has it worse that you
Do you point out their imperfection
And say that they need a correction
Tell me what do you think and do.
You always judge, and hold onto a grudge
And live it with unhappiness and a lie
As though your not happy with your life
So you ridicule others with strife
So you forget about the sty thats in your eye.
You falsely accuse, and you use and abuse
With a glimmer and a joke and a smile
You point out another persons fault
And that persecution from you will not halt
As you do it with anger and hate and vile.
You've seen the mistakes, that others makes
And you'll remember them till the day you die
But until the moment from life you leave
Other persons failings you will always see
Wished you could see the sty in your own eye.
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Hating you,
Hating you,
Hating you is what I never saw,
Hating was more like villain,
Hate was like disgrace,
Hate is like a Ruin that is Immutable,
Hate is like love not unturned,
Hating is you making love disappear,
Hating you is like you are there for me,
Hating you is like Racism created by wise people,
Hating you is like talking lies,
Hate is like face not turned in disguise,
Hate is like hating my own soul,
It is bad to hate each other,
Since hate is not love,
Stop the hate,
Since it is sweeter than bitter.
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Hatred Is A Heavy Load
My hatred for life knows no bounds,
Anything to me is fair game,
Why I am like this really confounds,
I even abhor my own name.
I detest being fat I hate being thin,
Why can't I be shapely but lean,
Regardless of size I can never win,
For me there is no in between.
I loathe my work with a passion,
I'd just walk away if I could,
But as hatred is part of my fashion,
I don't really see why I should.
When I look around me it springs to mind,
I hate the whole concept of living,
To people and animals I can be so unkind,
At times I am so unforgiving.
I try to find faults wherever I go,
It's my aim in life to be cruel,
If I find one in you believe me you'll know,
I'll leave you feeling the fool.
I detest people telling me what to do,
Why don't they just see the light,
Regardless I'll tell them you haven't a clue,
For even when wrong I am right.
I may not know you but I don't even care,
There'll be something in you I can hate,
I'll search till I find it so please be aware,
Your character I will cremate.
I loathe religion with it's thousands of Gods,
How many Heavens can there be,
It preaches love and peace yet we're all at odds,
All trying to set our souls free.
I detest myself I hear you ask why,
To be honest I'm not really sure,
I hate the thought that one day I'll die,
Yet to me it has a certain allure.
Why am I like this I hear you all ask,
There's no answer or any excuse,
If truth be told it's really a mask,
It's my form of self abuse.
I had loving parents a wonderful life,
They never caused me any affray,
So why do I cause others such terrible strife,
There's no reason for me being this way.
I have never suffered rejection,
Tolerance is the lesson I've been taught,
Though I was given affection,
All that's done is leave me distraught.
I'm perceived as having a heart of stone,
I've been told that is all down to me,
If the price for my hatred is being alone,
Then I need to set myself free.
Hate is a strong and emotive term,
It has the power to kill and destroy,
In reality it's really an obnoxious germ,
Which ruins your ability to enjoy.
I'll be left forlorn and without any hope,
If I continue on this dangerous road,
With my loathing of life I can no longer cope,
‘' Hatred Is A Heavy Load ‘'
The Weirdo
As he happily walks down the street
Clapping his hands and shuffling his feet,
Smiling at the people as they walk by
While nodding is head and telling them hi.
Many people laugh and call him a name
So he turns around and walks away in shame,
He knows that he is different and his mind is slow
But why he asks himself, 'am I such a weirdo'.
He meets a pretty woman so he tries to flirt
She laughs at him and gives him more pain to hurt,
She tells him there is something wrong with him
And that he is odd and different than other men.
So he gives her a flower and he sadly walks home
As that is his only solitude when he is alone,
He wonders why she enjoy giving him pain and woe
Then he hates himself; for being such a weirdo.
He dreams nightly that he is like everyone else
But then when he awakes he knows he is himself,
He looks in his mirror and notices what he sees
A very good person that enjoys being happy.
He lives that life until the day that he dies
Never hurts or uses anyone or lived by lies,
God looks and judges that very mans soul
He then says to him, 'son you were never a weirdo'.
RANDY L. McCLAVE
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Deeds
Of all the greatest deeds
That man has ever conceived
It would be that one deed
That no-one ever did see.
The greatest deeds of them all
The one that people would recall
It would be that one deed
That no-one had ever saw.
The deeds that are always shown
Is like the wind that has blown
You are are cold and then awakened
But its memory is never known.
The good deeds that are quite
They are the ones with all the might
They are never, ever forgotten
And they are always in ones sight.
Randy L. McClave
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What Would You Do
What would do
If it happened to you
What had happened to someone else,
Would you be surprised
Or would you sit down and cry
Or could you, even live with yourself.
Tell me how would you react
Being truthful to that fact
If someone had did you wrong,
And it you never expected
So the outcome you just ejected
Tell me, could you be that strong.
Could you joke and laugh
If you headed down the path
That you thought, that you would never go,
Were you expected it not to be you
And truthfully you never had a clue
That you, were the only one that didn't know.
What would you say
Or maybe to GOD what would you pray
If the same had happened to you,
As now you are looking through the eyes
Of the person whom once you had criticized
For doing the things that now you do.
So take a look at that life
Then feel the pain and the strife
And please walk in their shoes,
Do you now feel their pain
And tell me, now who will you blame
And also if you were them, what would you do.
Randy L. McClave
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I Hate...
I hate the way I’ve messed up my life,
I hate the way I cry,
I hate the person I’ve become,
I hate that I want to die.
I hate the fact that I feel so alone,
I hate the way I hide,
I hate avoiding those who care,
I hate that so often I’ve lied.
I hate the way that I hurt myself,
I hate the scars I make,
I hate that people don’t understand,
I hate that they think I’m fake.
I hate the fact that I’m depressed,
I hate that I’m so ill,
I hate feeling tired all the time,
I hate that I need the pills.
I hate the way I feel so scared,
I hate that people can’t see,
I hate how I have lost myself,
Quite simply, I just hate me.
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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.
Randy L. McClave
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Don't Hate
Don't hate me for my personality
Don't judge me on the outside
i am who i am
i will never change because ia m alraedy the kind of person god wants me to be
Don't hate me
for what you see you can't deserve
don't hate appreciate
thats how life goes
a hater like i'll never be
keep on hating i'll become stronger
keep on judgind i'll become popular
hating get us no where (why doing it)
don't hate
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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 Vow
Why should a man take a vow
Just to take a woman and marry her now
Why should he wed, when he easily could of fled
Should he buy the milk if he already has the cow.
Why should a man ever promise his life
With the stipulation that a woman becomes his wife
As the two will become one, from sunset to dawn
Why would any man accept that strife.
Why must a man wed just to be merry
As he takes the woman's worries along to carry
By taking that mate, which she swore is his fate
Then someday one of their lives they will have to bury.
Why should a man ultimately give up his way
How he lives his life or how he spends his pay
By changing his living, and accepting new grieving
For that man I feel sorrow, and for him I will pray.
Randy L. McClave
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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.
Randy L. McClave
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I Hate It Part 1
I hate the way you laugh,
And I hate your dimples.
I hate the way you look at me,
And how made it all so simple.
I hate your stunning eyes,
And how you hold me.
I hate thinking about you,
And the way it could be.
I cried,
When you didn’t pick up my call.
But now I hate…
Think about it all.
I cry,
From all of the hate.
I am infuriated,
Hating all of our memorable dates.
But most of all I hate your love,
And the way you express it.
I hate that it’s all over,
And I hate that I can’t test it.
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Mrs. Hitchcock
Hello Mrs. Hitchcock
I hope truly you are doing well
I hope life has been very good to you
But that as time, someday it will tell.
And how are your beautiful daughters
I hope too they are doing fine
I hope they became wonderful women
I hope too they are gentle and very kind.
I hope they are seeking their destiny
In this hard world which we know as life
A hard journey for either woman or man
Or maybe, they became a mother and a wife.
Tell me do they have the beauty of their mother
And also do they have the eyes of their dad,
Do they both like to joke and laugh and enjoy life
And do they cry, when they are very sad.
Do they help others when they are in trouble
The way that you also had taught them to do
And do they sing when they are very happy
And are they virtuous, and also so very true.
Tell me do they also believe in heaven and God
Knowing that he is the reason that they are here
And do they thank him for the mother he gave them
Maybe their life someday, will be someone's mirror.
So once again I hope you are doing very well
I truly hope you have found in life what you sought
Also I hope everyday for you, it is a beautiful day
So again I wish you well, Mrs. Hitchcock.
Randy L. McClave
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Years Do Come
As the years do come
And the years will go
And the years keep rushing on by.
Will you have done for me,
What I have done for you
Or will I just sit and cry.
No limit has been set,
From me to you
As the things my soul say I must do.
So the sky is your limit
Money and work will be no obstacle,
For I, truly do love you.
When you look back
You will look back with cheers
Reflecting back, to me and my deeds.
You will remember them all
As them always you will recall,
liken the Gardener who plants His seeds.
For again they will grow
With each smile and laugh you show
Everyday and every year of your life.
Then you will look into my eyes,
As though to erase tears I have cried,
Knowing mine weren't nourished, so they died.
Randy L. McClave
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