The Homeless Angels

Down on their luck

Life never easy

Days take forever

Nights totally empty

Huddled in corners

On streets that are mean

Having no memory

Of the last time they were clean

Hungry and cold

Often living in fear

At times believing

Their end is quite near

Sure they're the homeless

But there are days they have hope

Knowing the angels will come

And help them to cope

Clothing and shoes

Blankets and food

Given them freely

Brightening their mood

The Homeless Angels of Lansing

Reaching into Detroit and to Flint

Helping these folks who are broken

Offering more than a splint

It's not a hand out

More like a hand up

Removing the void

While filling their cup

Stoned

At a loss for words

he joined the mob

afraid that he'd be next

In that day

it was a crime

a sin against the sect

To take a chance

and risk his neck

not for this common whore

Look at these men

with all this hate

she must have known the score

This was his fault

he'd caused all this

all he wanted was his fun

Somewhere down deep

he knew the truth

she was not the guilty one

His conscience called

his heart then burned

how could he stand this sadness

Stepping forward

he became a man

to stop this utter madness

He showed the mob

how all had sinned

and that none were free of guilt

The mob dispersed

the maiden saved

a new kingdom he had built

For Our Leaders

Your hearts

your compassion

have you become so cold

that you walk on without seeing

the needs of the poor who live on the streets

care not that children go hungry

how can you live like that

where the hell is

your hearts

Your eyes

can you not see

the damage you have done

how your wars have killed innocents

battle fields have moved into the cities

stop the collateral damage

why not give peace a chance

it's time open

your eyes

Your souls

why let them rot

you have defiled yourself

man was not meant to live this way

we're meant to share our love with each other

we were all taught this as children

yet you continue to

to endanger

your souls

For The Children

I awake, my heart sinks

with each days dawning light

another day of struggle

where our children must fight

many for breakfast

others for warmth

and over there

on the other side

just to survive

another mans war

Why must they suffer

hungry and cold

and the rockets

red glare

these wars

they're getting old

not all are fought battles

but they all threaten life

we must comfort the children

put an end to their strife

These children

they're precious,

but they're also our future

the wounds

quite deep

are in need of a suture

If we fail to make changes

and let them bleed out

the day will come sooner

that man will fade-out

WAKE UP!

It's time

to stop all this madness

put an end to the wars

put an end to the sadness

Our children should laugh

our children should play

and not have to fight

to survive each new day

Two Four Six Eight Who Do We Appreciate

Freedom

When not tested

Is seldom understood

By folks who take it for granted

They've no appreciation insulting

The men and women who have fought

Giving their lives for us

That we may have

Freedom

Have A Nice Day

They told me to have a nice day

I barked at them NO!!!

my mood it was rotten

I just wanted to go

leave them behind me

be alone

by myself

where no-one would see me

bother or peeve me

find my own little corner

away from these bosses

just get away

and suffer the losses

our very world

going to hell in a hand-basket

and these smiling fakes

don't see the returning caskets

our sons

and our daughters

returning from war

their broken dead bodies

that's how politicians keep score

have a nice day

uh-uh, not for them

and as for their families

you've brought them mayhem

stolen their children

for an unneeded war

as if they were nothing but disposables

found in a store

and then there's the others

those coming home maimed

that we should care for

for life

why isn't the government ashamed

always passin' the buck

and tryin' to lay blame

when the truth is

it's all of 'em

it's the political game

so have a nice day

it's thought of too free

at least not today

oh no

not for me

Will This Ringing Ever Stop

Is it my hearing

that suffers

This noise

way too much

Too many voices

Confused

Out of touch

No keeping up

Understanding

all gone

Conversations

go missing

It's as if curtains

are drawn

Or is it my mind

has it been lost

On the decline

Has age

come with a cost

Every-thing's jumbled

so little makes sense

When people do ask

I can't add my two cents

I think

I need help

I just don't know

of what type

Can technology

fix me

Or have I matured

far past ripe

Don't Dwell in Hell

The past has had lessons

some were good others bad

but all of them taught

to bring the life that we've had

They should not be forgotten

as the bad ones have burned

and there's no need to relive them

once the lesson's been learned

So be careful while choosing

where you choose to dwell

the memories you find there

can be a complete living hell

Yesterday

I want to go back

please let me return

it's to those days of old

that my heart does now burn

The days of my youth

when all was for fun

to live them again

like a summer rerun

Return to those times

when my cares were so few

and there wasn't a worry

of what this world's going through

Life was so much simpler

when I was a boy

you see our days back then

were filled with laughter and joy

It's so much different now

those days they're gone forever

but the memories live on

and of theses I'll not sever

For when things get too much

and the burden too heavy

I'll remember my youth

and let it act as a levee

It may just be the floodgate

that's keeping me sane

not allowing the madness

of this world be a bane

Keeping the poisons of life

away from by heart

to renew my spirit

and make a fresh start

Although I wish to return

I know it can't be

the same as it was

except in my memory

Time

Seconds

Minutes

Hours

Weeks

Months

Years

Yesterday

Today

Tomorrow

Time

The measure of tolerance

The Creator has with his creation

Rockets or Rhetoric

Tearing down nations

there's more than one way

from the outside or in

it's like a game that they play

There are times they use rockets

that kill folks where they land

other times it's the rhetoric

that bury a nation under sand

But whether rockets or rhetoric

when playing the game politic

the real hurt is always to innocents

our leaders, they're thick as a brick

Beware The Waves Of Today

The waves ever present

the shore constantly battered

the tide never ebbs

it continues to rise

the turbulence rages

without care

of who

or what

lies in its path

villages threatened

endangering the people

leaving more and more

without

the waters continue to rise

moving inland

increasing the devastation

lives and properties lost

the surge moves on to the cities

survival rates decline

many more die

humanity

on the brink of extinction

This is the wake

left behind

by cowardly politicians

who have yet to enter

the water

Mans End

Tired

angry

at what we're seeing today

ugly

hateful

has become many mens way

respect

kindness

practiced by only the few

helping

others

we should be able to do

homeless

downtrodden

in the gutters folks lay

religious

zealots

seldom act 'cept to pray

rich

powerful

call them a blight

never

realizing

never seeing the light

politics

religion

helped make this huge mess

look

see

our world's in distress

wars

greed

have been a great cause

power

wealth

are such damaging claws

change

course

before it's too late

mans

end

would be a terrible fate

Today They Lead From Behind

Whatever happened

to the days of the brave

when the king would go forth

fighting next to his knave

Meeting the enemy

face to face on the field

unto the last man

and there would be no yield

His kingdom held

in the balance of war

with the knowledge that failure

meant it would be no more

All would be lost

in the end probably dead

yet still he would lead

though he might lose his head

These leaders would do

as they required of their men

and that's why the men followed

it didn't matter where nor when

So I ask you again

where are those brave leaders

and how is it we're left with

cowardly bottom feeders

So, to all of you leaders

who advocate war

go out there yourselves

to even the score

Don't lead from behind

move up to the front

or is your bravery only in words

and you're not fit for the hunt

That feeling you have

that you'll be devoured

keeping you at the rear

that's the mark of a coward

If it's war that you want

go on fight it on your own

take those hawks you have with you

leave our young folk at home

If only the leaders

would have to fight the next war

I think we would find

there would be no more

When The Last Soldier Dies

There will be no peace

until the last soldier dies

for their youth who fight

have swallowed their lies

No it's not one sided

the fault lies with both

they've brainwashed their children

into taking an oath

They're to fight to the death

practice that eye for an eye

killing women and children

without ever knowing why

They've been told it's about faith

and on this they should stand

but the truth of the matter

it's really about the land

As long as the land

hangs in the balance of war

there will never be peace

it's politicians keeping score

So it's time now to play war

your leaders beat the drums

it's their power they seek

without care how it comes

Go forth to your death

whether land, sea or sky

the only time we'll know peace

is when the last soldier dies

Life Sucks

Life sucks

then you die

some-how's become

todays depressed cry

what the hell's wrong

why can't they see

the good times out there

they ain't just for me

they mope, can't cope

don't care for tomorrow

do dope, no hope

it all adds to their sorrow

they gotta step up

gotta get right

gotta come round

or their future ain't bright

the thought is it's rad

to be actin' real bad

and makin' folks mad

but the truth is it's sad

maybe some day

they'll wake to that truth

look at the world

but not through 80 proof

see life as it is

with hope in their eyes

accepting themselves

rather than living their lies

life don't really suck

and yeah someday we'll all die

but it ain't gotta be rotten

go-on give it a try

Feeding Their Greed

Our land is in trouble

of this I am sure

the intents of our leaders

they're not very pure

Their main goal is their wealth

without care how it comes

so they pander to business

they've become the closest of chums

While the people they're left

by the wayside without

our leaders ignore them

thinking the people have no clout

But that's where they're wrong

and they need to take note

that the people own power

when they get out and vote

We people must go

to the polls and speak out

we must all band together

use our voice as a shout

These politicians must learn

that feeding their greed

can't be viewed more important

than meeting our need

No Peace

Religious differences

drove these men far apart

it was not always this way

no not from the start

At one time they were brothers

yes family they were

but down deep in their hearts

there was something impure

Pride in the one

jealousy in the other

but this is not the way

to treat one as a brother

To gloat “I'm the chosen”

that's no way to make friends

it's like claiming you're better

it will only lead to bad ends

Yet to be jealous of others

ever wanting their lot

in this day and age

keeps getting folks shot

Well the proud and the jealous

they went separate ways

creating rules and religions

that would guide all their days

Then the problem arose

when they both claimed the land

the fighting began

and got out of hand

For thousands of years it's been war

I doubt they'll ever know peace

as there's just no forgiveness

found in todays middle east

Homeless, Still Human

Down on their luck

always they roam

with stomachs empty

not having a home

Many quite proud

even in pain

not wanting much more

than to avoid man's disdain

Sure they're on corners

begging nickels and dimes

we would be too

if we'd had their hard times

All they're trying to do

is survive till tomorrow

could there be some small way

to relieve some of their sorrow

It wouldn't take much

a meal, maybe shoes

you'll see a smile develop

as you lift them from the blues

Just a small cup of kindness

from down in you heart

though it may not seem like much

it's a pretty good start

The Words Need to be Kinder

The words

so many

The eye strain

immense

But the words call

not only to be written

but read

How is it

a blind eye can

be bothered so

By certain levels of light

and while reading

Can it be that my eye

even with the blindness of glaucoma

is yet being commanded

to see, to focus

Those words I love

do they not know the pain

they inflict upon me

When will my mind learn

that that eye no longer works

when will my brain

give me a break

bring relief

from this constant aching

Maybe tomorrow

the words will be kinder

Separation

This countries separation

of the church and the state

It was the founding fathers

Who thought that it was great

Your form of worship

They were protecting just for you

But hang on wait a sec

How about mine too

If I'm not supposed

To make you live by mine

What makes you think

Your doing it is fine

We all gotta be equal

In the eyes of the state

So quit actin' high and mighty

What makes you think you rate

This argument that's based on faith

Becomes quite hard to swallow

For once you take away my rights

Yours won't be long to follow

Love at First ......

The view before her was marvelous

His strong cheek bones

His square chin

Had given the appearance of strength of character

His build

Tall

Broad shoulders

Narrow hips

Offered a suggestion of six pack abs

His hair dark

His eyes piercing

She thought

Is this a Dream

Could love at first sight be real for me

He approached and said

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven

She awoke

Words Become as Knives

Words given

must be used

but never ever

to be abused

we must build up

and not tear down

when that is done

others drown

killing spirits

hampering lives

when the words used

are used as knives

Fear Is A Prison, Hope Sets You Free

Nine eleven

The buildings came down

The airspace was closed

I sat with a frown

Our government said

We should go on with our lives

Then quickly shut themselves down

To run home to their wives

They said live life as normal

Don't let the terrorists win

But the example they set

Proved they were nothing but spin

They went on to tell us

Just how scared we should be

Fear sold through the terror alert

Headlined the government marquee

Now at airports we're treated

To being frisked and x-rayed

For everyone is a suspect

Making sure we're afraid

The terrorists took

Our freedom that day

Now the country's a prison

It's the price that we pay

Well I guess this is life

I'll just have to cope

Proclaiming my freedom

Because of my hope

That hope will not die

Unless I give it away

I'll not remain in that prison

It's just not my way