ONE MORE DAY CLOSER

                                                                  GOOD MORNING WORLD

                EVEN THO IT IS DARK AND RAINY, I FEEL SUNSHINE WHEN I THINK OF YOU

                 EVEN THO MOST MEN ARE UNFAITHFUL, I PROMISE TO ALWAYS BE TRUE

            AND EVERY TIME THE SUN, GIVES WAY TO THE MOON,THEN I AM ONE DAY CLOSER TO YOU

 

                                                GOOD  MORNING AMANDA

GOOD MORNING SEXY JUST WANTED THE WORLD TO KNOW HOW WONDERFUL YOU ARE AND HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME.I'M GOING BACK TO BED FOR A LITTLE WHILE SO I WILL CALL YOU WHEN I WAKE UP.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

                                                             miles apart

                                  still miles apart, but now it wont be very long

                                 until we are together,in each others loving arms

                                  a tad bit nervous hell maybe even a little scared

                                and i know i'm gonna be restless until i finally get there

                                  i'm not real sure if you really believed i was coming

                                                    or if this was a big suprise

                           but i try to be a man of my word preferring consequences to lies

 

 

            i wrote this little poem for a very special woman in my life a proud,hard working,single mother of two precious little boys who for the last 2 years has had no help from their worthless father.ladies i have a tremendous amount of respect for you raising your kids all by yourselves because of a bunch of cowardly boys parading themselves as men.and fellas this is to all of you yellow bellied pieces of shit making kids and running off cause your to scared to be men. i don't know how you can look yourselves in the mirror when you shave and brush your teeth.your pathetic,turning your back on an innocent child.and if any of you yellow bellied cowards have a problem with that my cell phone number is area code (405)308-2995 it will be turned on tomorrow.to the rest of the world good night.

                       and to AMANDA good night and sweet dreams I'll be there in a week baby              

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO CREATED US AND CHRIST WHO SAVED US

                                             THANK YOU FATHER    

                      thank you FATHER my HOLY KING  the only being

   that knows what tommorrow will bring , put here to serve you and your glory bring     

                      MERCIFUL FATHER what a GLORIOUS KING

          pittiful sinner no doubt am i , begging for forgiveness as i sit here and cry 

           never once have you turned me away ,  truly you alone bring sunshine 

                                               when inside i feel grey    

                               thank you FATHER , ALMIGHTY KING 

                                i do pray my poems , YOUR PRAISES bring

                                        HOLY FATHER ,WONDERFUL KING

the struggle w/in

  the battle i fight , is  a war from with-in, where battles get fought, and niether side wins

the pain that is felt , caused by the heartless actions of others so easily dealt

with-out care or concern for the bridges they burn nor any lessons learned

see the battle i fight has no use for guns,and each time a battle is over no one has won

 

early morning twilight

          in the early morning twilight while it is still dark and cold

   i ponder my youth,and can't help but to feel old

when all  the tears have dried, and all thats left is the pain inside

and even though you've failed repeatadly,no one can say that u didnt try

when the dust settles and the smoke clears,my friend can u look at yourself in the mirror

do you know where you stand, or even what for

criminal record

i went to apply for a job today,that i was supposed to be hired on the spot.until we got to the little question have you ever been convicted of a felony?of course i have,now could you tell me what that has to do with my capability to load and unload a truck?was my response, wich to me makes sense,see in my country,uneducated way of thinking,if i was one of these buisness owners always bitching about crime and drug dealers, and a man came to me fresh out of prison and says ,yes i've been to prison ,yes i used to break the law, yes i used to distribute drugs for a living,but yes i'm getting old and just want to raise a family and not go back to prison. now again this is just some country boy way of thinking i'm not nearly as educated as these educated idiots.but i think i'd hire the man.and i'm not just saying that cause i've been to prison.listen as a buisness owner u get certain tax breaks for hiring felons, your giving a man a chance to make an honest living,therefore decreasing the crime rate of your city.now thats not statistically proven,and i doubt very many people even care.but it does make sense and my grandfather used to always say one inteligent man with common sense and no degree is worth a room full of idiots with a piece of paper and not a lick of sense.

poetry hour

                                                out of sight out of mind 

              being in jail is like shooting a kite,waiting for  a letter that nobody writes.

 it's waiting for a visit that never takes place, from your so called friends that forgot your face.it's wondering how time can move so slow, when your prayers are answered but the answer is no.it's learning that brother hood is somethiong that is dying, when they call you their homeboy, you know that they are lying. it's depending on people u thought were your friends,and waiting on pictures that nobody sends. it's sitting around w/ nothing to do. trying to figure out who's really who. it's finding out some hearts are made of stone and realizing now that you are all alone.

   but....

i'll do my time w/ my head held high, i'll keep my pride till the day that i die because... the day will come , when i will be free and think twice '' my friend'' when u need me

 

                                                            author unknown