Dreams

You reach and you reach but you just can't seem to touch

and each and everyday you want to give up

the closer you see it; the further it seems

but we have another day to reach our dreams

some call me a dreamer I say i'm blessed

because their are people

who haven't found their dreams yet.

a writer I am but name unknown

but I'll keep trying until the lord call me home

and when I die the label will be

"A Dreamer she was"

but a writer to me.

When I get out

You sit on the porch and drink your wine

I'm using every minute of my time

stay up all night and scream and shout

I'll see you when I get out

you stay here while I move there

go ahead and act like you don't care

you say you're stuck and left behind

I say you can do it if you find the time

no matter how long or hard it seems

I have to stay focus on my dreams

but I'll come back without a doubt

and try to help you when I get out

and if you're ready you can come with me

and you'll realize you were always free

to work hard at being your best

and put all those cliches to rest

but if your'e not ready, I'll wave goodbye

just don't regret and start to cry

so when you read of my where abouts

remember I offered

"When I get out"

Precious Time 

We'll meet again but until then
always remember you are my friend
but I must move on
to go get mine
and not take for granted
                                precious time.

Tribute To Malice Green

You can erase the face but the message is still there

we're not blind to see you just don't care

each time you come to erase the face

it'll be right back like an athelete in a race

so carry your hatred to your grave if you dare

and when god ask :

"Why didn't you care".

WHY I WRITE

Financial gain is not why I write
I write for the pleasure
the pure delight
my words represent the way I feel
they help me keep my world real
my time I write
preferably at night
it keeps me at peace
that's why I write.

  



The Hats

I love my hats

but they don't represent me

they give me an opportunity to be free

but also show a little personality

rather they're red, black, tall or wide

I wear my hats mainly outside

and I sort of feel good as a matter of fact

I guess that's why I wear my hats.

From the Cradle to the Grave

From out of the womb up to momma's arm
life will explode like a clock alarm
laying in the cradle or the rocking chair
and as much as you try; no one cares
crawling on your knees and pulling stuff down

almost ready to walk around

While stumbling on the floor

almost ready to walk out the door

The things on the street, you start to crave

from lack of discipline you start to behave

Misbehaving on purpose for attention you need

Searching for love until your heart starts to bleed

with a bleeding heart, you just don't care

and you search for love anywhere

Anywhere is now; living in a cave

and that's what took you from the cradle to the grave.