What is there to be proud of? Men are dying for a cause that isn't ours and we let our hungry and homeless roam free with no thought. We send a hundred to Africa and won't buy a burger for the kid on our street. How messed up is that?

I wonder (and have for many years) What are our people dying for? I know it is freedom but freedom from what and what to? Are we fighting for them or a better way of life? I hate to see good people die for no reality. Anyone can make a reason but the reality is they are fighting to, they are fighting to make our lives better when we already have it so good.
Sorry, just my thoughts.

I have tried so hard to make it right
when love slips from their weary sight
I have given parts of me that only God can see

I raise the children as a man
always doing the best I can
But there is no avail, I fail

I praise the Lord for all He's done
for brotherhood, life and son.
And if you're a daughter let behind
I made a promise to mankind
that I would shield you from this life
and give this child a new life.

Our fathers went for sins untold
to pay a price that we controlled.
They leave with us a prayer within
that all mankind can live as kin.

God save the children, they are only hope.

Tonight I sat back in my chair and listened to the rain pitter-patter off the window sill. The soft teardrops of angels crying for a man who has everything and feels nothing. I hear a footstep in a puddle and wonder "where is the child?". I hear a dog howl in the distance and think of my loved ones, are safe and warm?

I feel you against my skin and think of a warm spring day when life was better. I have a good life now. Longing brings me closer, love draws me near and a whisper from your lips brings me here. I feel your touch when distance does part and I draw you closer with every beat of my heart. I no longer look for the light in the dark, I have found hope in your heart. The dark clouds have lifted and blue skies prevail, I'm no longer a slave to Hell. I walked through Hell to get to the other side just to rest my head were you reside. Graciously I lay on your breast, close my eye and rest...

I gave birth to new ideas and hold on to the past and yet I want to live in the moment as I fell your presents. I want to draw back and yet I feel my eyes taken with every movement you make. I see you as you and at times that is forbidden. I do like to play but that is where everyone gets me wrong...

I am a kid at heart but I am a man. I play as a kid yet act as a man and a father. I do not cross lines and I do not let anyone cross the lines I have set. I love my kids (even if they are not mine.) and I only want to see them grow in the way they can. Sunshine comes from the east and grows brighter in the west as it sets... yet only a few grow in that direction. I hope we are all on the same page. If we are not on the same page give me a jingle on my e-mail!

I wanted to call this one "Cry" because that is what I want to do at times. Every day gets harder even though I know how life is suppose to work. It is like this keyboard; you press the keys but you can't get the right result. Sometimes you press the buttons and you can't even find yourself. You have something to say but you can't find the words to describe the feelings anymore.You press down and it comes out wrong but I believe that everyone makes mistakes but we have to live with that.
...and yet I want to cry! Not for me but for what I could have been. I lost a lot over the last 41 years and I want to cry, not for myself but for my past. I regret so much and have so much to live for at the same time. I miss what I lost and pray for what I long for. It is simple but I will tell you know that soon enough....