You Were Dead
It was a thought in my head
That I thought that you were dead
It was a feeling also in my heart
That from this life you had part,
It gave myself such a happy feeling
And my soul and mind went into healing
When I had thought that you had died
Not one tear for you had I cried,
I forgave you then of all your sins
As my losses were sadly your wins
I forgave you also of your cheating and lies
And all your hate and all your sighs,
But then I saw you standing there
I was in shock and anger at you I did stare
My temper was hot and my face was red
How I truly wish; that you were dead.
Randy L. McClave
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I Would Not Cry
If you should die, I would not cry
Sadder words I never have thought
In my heart there is no feeling
So to God I pray for the healing
But sometimes, I think God has just forgot.
I cannot forget the sins that you have done to me
While you were my soul and also my wife
I can still feel all of your using
Along with your with your cheating and abusing
And how you destroyed my soul and my life.
We were once one, as we were joined by God
But you weren't happy with that type of living,
So then again you started telling your lies
So you could get the pity for you to survive
And once again because of you I am grieving
If you were here, I would not shed a tear,
As I have already shed them all for you
I would not ever look upon your face
As now all I’d see is shame and disgrace
The word lady and woman you never knew.
I thought you were a loyal and trustworthy lass
And a great mother that was well worth knowing
Now you are not teaching your daughters well
Will they too follow you example and strait to hell
As without change that is where you three are going.
That journey you take you will not go alone
And that happens to be a matter of fact
Along yourself and your girls you also will take
All the sinners and the ones God will forsake
And also the men that kept you upon your back.
If you were dead, I would lay down my head
And sleep in a nice and gentle sleep
As all my nightmare's would be gone
And once again my soul would be just one
And for you, I would never ever weep.
I would wear a smile, upon my face
And again happy thoughts in my my mind and brain
And I would not ever think of you any more
I would forget the words slut, tramp and whore
As God would of cleanse me, with his falling rain.
And that day when your day will finally come
In front of God you will stand alone
He will tell you that you had died
And for your soul no one had cried
And sadly heaven, will never be your home.
I would of mourned, when you were born
If only I knew the type of life that you would live,
With all of your cheating and your lying
Letting your soul starve, and allow its dying
You stole and took, and never would even give.
They say we cannot change who we are
And we will always go back to where we came,
As a cheater, you will also be a cheat
In this life, you will be a liar and full of deceit
You were born in agony and now live in its pain.
The life you have led, has been a hard life on you
You change your looks so from all you can hide
But you are known by your ways if not your name
As everyone knows their scars and remember their pain
And you are my pain, so for you never will I cry.
Randy L. McClave
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Here Lie's The truth
“Here Lies the truth”,
On Her tombstone this will be wrote.
It was never spoke when She was living,
So also in death, it will be unspoke.
By Her it was never said
it was as though pulling out Her soul,
So here lies the truth and herself dead
Both has died in sadness and woe.
Here lies the truth,
Not once by her was it cried,
Not in the days that she was living,
Not even in the day that She had died.
She must of believed that it was a sin
To open Her heart and listen to the word
So She closed her heart and locked it shut,
And She never believed in no one but Her.
Here lies the truth,
It lived but a very short life,
Though the Woman died of years of age
The truth though, never had a chance to try.
Everyone She knew had learned Her lie
They never believed a word that she said
So when She finally tried to speak the truth,
Her heart stopped; and She laid dead.
Here lies the truth
It lived but a very short life,
It was loved by neither Child or Man,
For they believe its living was but a lie.
So here in the grave it will lay dead
As it had lived in this woman's soul,
Never again will it be uttered or thought of,
Never till the end of time will it be thought of or known.
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Had Thought
I had once thought about killing
But no-one could I ever kill,
I had once thought about robbing
But from no-one could I ever steal,
I had once thought about cheating
But to a love I could never cheat
I had once thought about lying
But to no-one could I cause deceit,
I had once thought about my death
But I did not want to die
I once thought about depression
But no longer did I want want to cry
I once thought about using
But no one could I ever use
I had once thought about abusing
But then to no-one could I ever abuse.
In my life I had these thoughts
As they would entered into my brain
But when they entered into my soul
From them all I did refrain.
I know what's right from wrong
And that truth can or will never change
Excuses instead of truth cannot be accepted
And sins cannot change their name.
Those ideals will still enter into my mind
Especially when temptation I had sought
But I will stay a virtuos and truthful man
When it comes to sins and lies, I too had thought.
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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
Randy L. McClave
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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
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As I Lie
As I lie
And snap my fingers,
Remembering a thought
That still lingers,
While tossing and turning
In my bed,
I feel like then
An un-restless dead,
Trying to sleep
Then trying to awake,
With streams of dreams
I hopefully try to break,
I then see a vision
I then hear a thought,
That not long ago
I had caught,
It is now filling me
With silly rhymes,
From a different moment
And also a different time,
Why do I lie
Why don't I cry,
Why don't I sleep
And then softly die,
But then as I stare
And I see a book,
The visions not here
As I take another look,
So on my back
I will then roll,
To look at my ceiling
And then my soul,
And as I lie
And then I snap my fingers
Now that thought with me,
It now no longer lingers.
Randy L. McClave
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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.
Randy L. McClave
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Dead And Gone
In years from now when I am dead and gone
Will people read the words that I had wrote
If they do will they agree with what they read
And if so truly, understand the feelings I had spoke.
Will they feel the pain and suffering that I felt
In the many days of my own life
Maybe they will etch my feelings inside their soul
And If so, I wonder for me if they will cry.
I wonder if anyone will go into a deep thought
After reading the words that I had spoke
And then will they think and understand that feeling too
While inside their soul or heart a memory I will had awoke.
Maybe they will be with me in those lonesome nights
When my soul and I felt so very alone
When I couldn't sleep so I had to write
While my soul stayed stationary, but my mind it did roam.
And will they feel the pain that I did feel
With every line that I suffered as I did write
Will they shed a tear that my lover never shed for me
While she was always in my heart and in my sight.
And when they finish my book and close it shut
Will they reflect my feelings as they walk away
Will they say they know the pain that I have felt
As they too had felt it in their very own days.
Will they cry the tears that was never cried for me
As they go searching for my last resting place
To give the sympathy they might say I deserve
While trying to visualize my soul through my face.
If they look and find and then walk unto my grave
I wander for me if i will receive long forgotten grieving
Telling me how sad and the pity they hold for me
After reading my words, maybe they will start believing.
And maybe they will walk to the graves of the others
The ones who did me wrong and who sealed my fate
Who made me the poet whom I had to become
Will they tell them their souls, and living they do hate.
So as I finish writing with these last few thoughts
I hope forever my words and feelings will continue on
As I know I am not alone and my pain is not fastened to me
But really who will know, until I am dead and gone.
Randy L. McClave
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Could Cry
If you could cry,
But just one tear,
Be grateful for your cheer.
But if from hate,
That your tears do wait,
Be sad from your fears.
For the tear that is unwept,
Is from sorrow somewhere kept,
It is a bad thing to hold and keep.
And if it is better to smile,
Than it is to ever cry,
I would rather sit and weep.
For if you could cry,
But just one tear,
From only just one thought.
I truly feel for you,
And the friends that you knew,
And the love and memories you lost.
Randy L. McClave
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If You Could Cry
If you could cry
But just one tear
Be grateful for your cheer,
But if from hate
That your tears do wait
Be sad from your fears.
For the tear unwept
Is a sorrow kept
A sad thing to hold and keep,
And if it is better to smile
Than it is to cry
I think I would rather sit and weep.
For if you could cry
But just one tear,
From only just one thought.
I feel for you
And the friends you knew,
And the love and memories that you lost.
Randy L. McClave
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Once, You Loved Me
You said that you loved me
Was that nothing but a lie
As you stole something from me
Now I wonder will I survive.
I wanted to love you forever
And give you all plus much more
But you didn’t want us together
Not for today, or even the day before.
I thought that we would be always
For better or worse until the end
It was love and life and not a phase
As to each other our love we’d send.
I gave you my soul then my heart
And also everything that I did own
And from it all I happily did part
Because as one, we would be known.
I gave you my life so we could live
You became my soul and my destiny
And all that I had, to you I did give
Because you once said; you loved me.
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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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.
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Would You Cry
Would you cry.
If I should die,
Or would you just give a weep.
These are things,
That I need to know
And that truth I need to seek.
If I were gone
Would you move on
And I eventually be replaced
By different arms
And a different mind
And sadly; a different face.
Would you be sad,
Or would you go mad,
If you thought about your past,
That is, if I were gone
And you had moved on
And our life together never did last.
Would you weep,
With tears so deep,
If from this life I had left.
Would you think of tomorrow
And forget all your sorrows
And never hold any regrets.
If you should die,
I know that I would cry,
As a river as deep as the sea.
And my heart would be gone,
I could never move on
And I wish that dying; would be me.
Randy L. McClave
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Walk Of Shame
I think back now of the shame and disgust
Sadly all she knew was how to sin and lust
The mantle of woman-hood she happily did bust
Knowing not of devoutness nor not knowing of trust.
Leaving one man and then going to another
Happily to other women she is like no other
As for lies, sin and deceit, by them she will smother
Ironically she was once known as a wife and a mother.
Out from her mouth comes hatred and lies
Turning others words around, and uses them in disguise
Living for pity and help, and answering with tears and sighs
Doesn't care who she hurts or who falls, or who even cries.
She now walks the road that leads to her grave
Sin and deceit she will always long for and crave
Living the life of a coward, could never be brave
Her soul she has lost, and sadly it she tried not to save
Cheating and using and abusing to her is just a game
She leaves one man for another, and others she will blame
She hides her face, so no one will know her name
Then once again in the rain or snow, she takes that walk of shame.
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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As Known By
I wasn't her first
Nor the last to quench her thirst
Not including the men in between,
And all that she showed
Was she had no loyalty or a soul
Not even to GOD, Country or Queen.
She has used and used
And also stole and abused
To get from anyone all she can,
She had cheated and robed
And hoped not to be caught
By any Child, Woman or Man.
Whenever you see her around
She is with someone new bound
Her and him and of course her girls,
She’ll make up a new alibi
Reasons she left the last man and why
To You, and Me and the World.
She will tell her own made-up lies
As though to confuse and to hide
As what she had done to everyone else,
She thinks all persons are gullible
When she acts sweet and lovable
Including neighbors, friends and yourself.
She now bows her head low
As about her everyone now does know
Especially when she's with her own daughters,
As sadly the thought to her will occur
That her daughters will be just like her
Sadly known by her Sisters, Mother and Father.
Randy L. McClave
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Simple Together
Youve been my golden best friend
Now with post-demise at hand
Cant go to you for consolation
Cause were off limits during this transition
This grief overwhelms me
It burns in my stomach
And I cant stop bumping into things
I thought wed be simple together
I thought wed be happy together
Thought wed be limitless together
I thought wed be precious together
But I was sadly mistaken
Youve been my soulmate and mentor
I remembered you the moment I met you
With you I knew gods face was handsome
With you I suffered an expansion
This loss is numbing me
It pierces my chest
And I cant stop dropping everything
I thought wed be sexy together
Thought wed be evolving together
I thought wed have children together
I thought wed be family together
But I was sadly mistaken
If I had a bill for all the philosophies I shared
If I had a penny for all the possibilities I presented
If I had a dime for every hand thrown up in the air
My wealth would render this no less severe
I thought wed be genius together
I thought wed be healing together
I thought wed be growing together
Thought wed be adventurous together
But I was sadly mistaken
Thought wed be exploring together
Thought wed be inspired together
I thought wed be flying together
Thought wed be on fire together
But I was sadly mistaken
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My Son
When I was weak
You made me feel strong,
When I was sad
You filled my soul with a song,
When I was depressed
To me you would confess
That I never did, any wrong.
When I was lost
You helped myself be found,
When I was confused
You placed my feet on the ground,
When I was alone
You would not let me moan
From my sadness, you were my rebound
When I was thinking
You gave me a happy thought,
When I wanted to be mad
You'd tell me forget the battles I had fought,
When I felt the need to hide
You were always at my side
You were the calm, that I had sought.
When I thought I had lost
You showed me that I won,
When I saw only clouds
You pointed out the sun,
When I saw negativity
You wished me creativity
You were my strength, you my son.
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You, My Son
When I was weak
You made me feel strong,
When I was sad
You filled my soul with a song,
When I was depressed
To me you would confess.
That I never did, any wrong.
When I was lost
You helped myself be found,
When I was confused
You placed my feet on the ground,
When I was alone
You would not let me moan.
From my sadness, you were my rebound
When I was thinking
You gave me a happy thought,
When I wanted to be mad
You'd tell me forget the battles I had fought,
When I felt the need to hide
You were always at my side.
You were the calm, that I had sought.
When I thought I had lost
You showed me that I won,
When I saw only clouds
You pointed out the sun,
When I saw negativity
You wished me creativity.
You were my strength, you my son.
Randy L. McClave
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