Respect is like honey

Respect is a lesson that everyone should learn
Respect must be given before an expected return
Respect is something that’s given for free
Respect is about us and never about me
Respect is the basis on which relationships are founded
Respect is the anchor that keeps a person well grounded
Respect builds the character and defines who we are
Respect sets the standard and raises the bar
Respect is magnanimous and helps to fulfill
Respect is the partner that sits with good will
Respect is like honey so sweet it’s perceived
Respect a taste to savoir for when it’s received 

Loss of Paradise

With Mason Cooley words //No need to be sentimental to mourn the loss of Paradise// i'd like to start ..

I miss the nights, I felt angels near enough to touch
I miss the calming words, silent prayers that mean so much
I miss the undying pride, I found each day anew
I miss the reassurance, I had always known in you
I miss the songs, bringing Joy to a Youthful Heart
I miss calling out, knowing you would be there
I miss loving You, Lord, I miss you so much.
I spent the time, crying out to You in Prayer
I spent the time, not always knowing what to do
I spent the time, hoping You had a place for me too
I spent the time, down on my knees for You
I spent the time, and here I am: Alone by Your Side again
Oh to have things back as they were before
During my early years of trusting LoveBefore my heart registered the pain You had known
As people degraded the Love You offered, let our voices call as One: .. Oh God, forgive them for they know not what they have done.

As a coward ..!!

i feared being alone .. until i learned to like myself
i feared failure .. until i realized that i only fail when i don't try
i feared success .. until i realized that i had to try in order to be happy with myself
i feared people's opinions .. until i learned that people would have opinions about me anyway
i feared rejection .. until i learned to have faith in myself
i feared pain .. until i learned that it's necessary for growth
i feared the truth .. until i saw the ugliness in lies
i feared death .. until i realized that it's not an end but a beginning
i feared my destiny .. until i realized that i had the power to change my life
i feared hate .. until i saw that it was nothing more than ignorance
i feared love .. until it touched my heart, making the darkness fade into endless sunny days
i feared ridicule .. until i learned how to laugh at myself
i feared growing old .. until i realized that i gained wisdom every day
i feared the future.. until i realized that life just kept going better
i feared the past .. until i realized that it could no longer hurt me 
i feared the dark .. until i saw the beauty of starlight
i feared the light .. until i learned that the truth would give me strength
i feared change .. until i saw that even the most beautiful butterfly had to undergo a metamorphosis before it could fly 

what is wrong.

I'm tired of always being asked what is wrong? ! 
Sometimes I like to ponder and think, 
I like to be silent and observe the world around me, 
There isn't always something wrong, 
Maybe I just feel like being quite, 
Maybe I just feel like not smiling, 
Maybe I just want to think, 
And being around people who are loud
Make it hard to think.
Please stop asking me what is wrong, 
Cause in all honesty there is nothing wrong, 
I’m fine, 
I'm sane, 
I'm happy, 
I just want think and stare at the world around me, 
There is nothing wrong! ! ! 
I wrote this cause it is true there isn't always something wrong, something isn't always bothering me.
Maybe I just want to recall the day, think about tomorrow, or just think.
I would love it if people would stop asking me what is wrong.

Let's just be Human

Guns are hard, 
Knifes are sharp, 
Fire burns, 
And water drowns, 
Rope can hang
And Bombs can kill you to smithereens.
People tend to fear theses Weapons, 
But truth be told, 
They can't do anything alone, 
Fear the person welding the weapon, 
Not the weapon it's self, 
Weapons Hurt, but .... People kill!
why does it have to be black or white or any race at all? 
Can't we just be man and women? 
Let's take even these out tho
Let's just be Human. 

Desire

Caught between desire and duty, 
the right choice becomes blurred.
Do I give in to heart or head
when you smile at me? 
The right choice is the hardest, 
tearing me in two.
Do I give you my heart or my mind
or do I give you both? 
Lost and confused, 
I search vainly for help.
Do I feel relief or pain
when your smile is not for me? 
Heart, soul, body, and mind, 
all point to you.
Do I tell you how I feel
when I know we have no chance? 

As for the love ...love wants two

When you love a person, you love them without conditions, 
you leave your childishness at the door - you love them.
You learn to give of yourself and you learn you are not alone, 
but it's hard to love - when your love is not your own.You wear a smile as easy as a mask to cover the pain below, 
turning from the one who you thought you loved once.
The heart demands another though the mind is torn between, 
how can you love someone else - your heart becomes torn.One half flutters and spins, living in the world you have, 
bathing in the safety of comfort, never moving though screaming.
The other half drifts away to a place where you can be yourself, 
no judgments nor demands - you cry over what might be.One path or the other, the mind cannot choose either, 
the heart shrieks and screams, but comes out as a whisper.
Both may love you, both may lie -
but one love is rushing forth; the other one dry. 

Sympathy

This is a man...
Who wears Death on his cuff.
Would you sit beside him in his grave,
When the chemo's not enough?
This is a girl...
Whose soul is bound to go.
Would you lay with her on her deathbed,
To cry her tears of woe?
This is a boy...
Who holds the gun up to his brow
Would you take his hand,
On the chance he'll put it down?
Sympathy
One of the cursed emotions
The one that tries, in vain
To take notice of a stranger
And feel away the pain. 

Money or Soul...!

Years have fallen like flowers
and time is flying by hours
Yet more or less, I am a beginner
rather a poor beginner
What have I gained? 
What have I lost? 
Gained I have nothing
Lost I have every farthing
My early attempt has turned a failure
a futile attempt to live
A life from hand to mouth
Only my soul l did save
From all dishonest thoughts and deeds
I barred my heart from all such weeds
but still hunger has stole upon me
Money is supreme of all man’s needs
It was merely a matter of question
a question too much a triffle to notice
What you want to save
your soul or money? 
Whatever you choose
the other you loss
For me it was a question of choice and need
I went for soul
And this is what I have gained
a tried conscience
and endless poverty
It seems my values had lived ages pest
For if I held up my head 
my soul was bound to be in mud But then, 
I held up my soul
and my head was in mud. 

Don't believe in yourself

Whatever you do, don't believe in yourself
They say this is the key to happiness and wealth
But if you tread this path, or ease into this warm bath, 
The fates will turn their heads and laugh.
He who believes in himself has no time to believe in you
All that's left in his heart is residue
For if we all believed in each other
We could walk the earth as brothers. 

Break a few hearts

I know what i want, 
I know what i need, 
I see it everyday, the sweet place that calls out for me...
Too long have I dreamed, its time to leave, and do something, what i seek...
I know where it lies, 
Between the mountains, it shines; I thank God, for giving me this gift; But I ask God, for all the things He gave, why, He left courage out, , , , 
The courage to leave out the front door; 
The power to say goodbye to, whom i have endured; 
And who've given me something, which is heaven for most; 
is it OK to leave heaven, 
Is it OK, to break a few hearts, to mend your own..!!

Sixty-seven words

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more, 
and also to appease the mutes, 
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover, 
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond, 
I know she's used up all her words, 
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe. 

into light

As the walls cave in
I look through to the end
I see you
You hold out your hand for me to reach
But the door closes
I want to meet you at the end
Though now I can't see clear to the light
I try my best to break the lock
Though I didn't have enough force

Death's fortress made of ash
Cemented by blood
Floats from captured spirits
Unforgiving for mistakes
Causing death.
Chambers lined with skeletons
Frozen in time
Reeking of fermented lives.
Spirits unseen
From bodies
Leaving wrinkled memories.
Heads bald
Like a tree without it's leaves
Hair used as nooses
Nails as murderous knifes
As precious as ivory.

Ask, Seek and try to knock

Ask and you shall receive, 
Seek and you shall find, 
Knock and the door will open, 
Dwell on this in your mind.
What is really the main problem ? 
Most people don’t believe today ? 
We expect it to be like the New Testament, When miracles happened right away
Ask, seek and knock, 
Why does it take so long ? 
Is there something I’m not doing ? 
Just what the heck is going on ? 
God’s denials do not mean no, 
Or that you don’t have the faith, 
your quality’s being tested, This is the reason you have to wait.
Exactly what am I being tested for? 
Miracles are supposed to be free, God allowed everyone to be blessed, 
Without waiting for what seemed like eternity.
We live in a different age and time, 
Well, at least it is to all those who choose, yet at times our numbers look to be few, 
Read the paper or watch television news, what are we as humans supposed to do? 
Does believe, trust, rely and adhere too ring a bell? 
It is not to our insight or understanding, why are these words so difficult to sell? 
I know it’s tough when others are faring well, You’re struggling doing good yet by evil they excel, 
Don’t forget that you are not here to judge, It takes even longer when holding a grudge.
God knows exactly what He wants to do, Without needing any counseling from you, 
How do you know it is coming and why ? 
It will happen because God cannot tell a lie.
So don’t question Him and complain, 
What makes you think He has to explain? 

Smoking, drinking and doing drugs.. if only I would have known.!!

So, you are smoking, drinking & doing drugs, 
'That is right and I should not because ? 
Our bodies are a Temple, to the Sanctuary of Christ, They are only on loan due to his sacrifice.
One minute you are giving thanks and praising the Lord, then you’re filling your body with crap you can’t afford, Well, I make enough money, who does it hurt ? 
Those funds would be better spent in the coffers of church.
However, whom do you call when down on your luck? 
Certainly not one of the corporations i can listed,  Soon as you’re out of money they’ll show you no love, Lying on your death bed in a cancer or liver fight, Don’t expect them to pitch in and make everything right.
Most drivers walk away from accidents, 
Standing in front of a judge they swear to repent, 
On the other hand this is not said of the victims lives, 
Forever crippled, lying in comas, maybe needless die.
While the addict or drunk get to do it all over again, Lives ripped apart are never afforded the chance to mend, Robbing a convenience store for cartons of cigarettes, Beating a clerk in the head hoping he or she forgets.
I went to my mechanic today to repair my car, 
I noticed a guy staggering down the isle, kind of tipsy you know, 
Sat next to me, his body and clothes smelling like booze and cigarettes, 
I didn't enjoy the flick cause for nine hours I couldn't hold my breath.
Then there are those who can’t pay the rent, between smokes, alcohol and drugs the paycheck is spent, or the people they've robbed and the house they broke in, Enough money wasn't obtained, the crime is committed again.
Instead of spending time in a bar tell me who would be hurt? 
By going to bed early and getting up to attend a church, or losing all your money at a gambling table as dice you toss, Ever hear of a City Mission, Salvation Army or the Red Cross? 
I understand you've earned it and that’s how you relax later i'll tell you why i surly knew, everyone is not as blessed so why not give some back? 
Satan is on duty 24/7 we are under constant attack, Show the devil he hasn't won, help our Lord pick up the slack.
God did not create mankind to smoke, get drunk and be high, These are mere tools or traits of the devil, here’s why, You will loose your focus on being sincere, humble and meek,  It’s easier for Satan to control your mind when addicted and weak.
Women and children cheaply selling their bodies, For drugs and more often than not needles they share, It’s not my child waiting in the lounge of an AIDS Clinic, Someone tell me why in the hell should I care? 
You only hope that this is not the case, There is a reason these problems have grown, 
Don’t be a parent or sibling on the evening news, Tears in your eyes, “if only I would have known.”
Finally, how about losing your job, friends, family and kids, Locked up for years and maybe forever thanks to what you did, Because you are so stoned out of your mind strung out on drugs, Instead of family it’s now other inmates you’ll love, kiss and hug. 
Those with one or all three of these problems like to laugh it off as a joke, However, only magicians can make something disappear in a puff of smoke, The evil one has no boundaries when aiming and releasing his fiery darts, 
Smoking, drinking and drugs doesn't just destroy lives it tears families apart.
What is sad ? That it can happen with anyone not just to the so-called stars, 
For every 1 person going to church there will be 2 found hanging out in bars, 
The main ingredient is still missing from all programs for changing a life, 
A close personal relationship with our Lord
Listen, no matter the race, creed, color, sex, country or who you are, 
Even a most gifted athlete or the brightest shining entertainment star, 
Preacher, teacher, parent, doctor, lawyer, butcher, baker, Indian chief, 
Final result by indulging in Satan’s destructive trio? Nothing but Grief! 

inviting

look on this is me standing here on the side lines
quiet, but acutely aware of you
maybe you noticed.
look on 
while i sing a song only i know
and think of your smile
soft, and inviting.
this is my life
exposed and naked
i want to share it with you. 
look on
while i watch this world slowly unravel
with you in it unfazed. 
this is me.

Pride

the sun can't shine too far or else
we burn up whole and devour the rest
of our inanimate lectures
on wrong and wrong and still moral wrong
in all that we do we sink our teeth 
into what can be done with our sinking beat
and the music is playing, devouring us
consuming our post-modern attitudes
and attributes
so your right he's right she's right who's right
and it fades into a banter yell
so clear, and clearly shaken and expected
to be condemned with rebellion in the souls 
of our shoes as we say 
this is not my fault i didn't know
and believe we have the key to the destiny 
told not on cards palms globes
but hearts evil and persisting, perspiring
with the oath to tear it down at all costs
despite cruel intentions to make it outlast 
our lust in the moment of the hour
for the lifetime we only know once
before passing 
and passing 
this choice we shouldn't be making but we do
in the face of social suicide genocide egocide
and we let the tide
bring us to the middle
of our sin of our ride of our emotion
all fake none real nonetheless
fathomless bottom fakeless pretense
and no one understands what they all know
for the sake of random stupidity 
rather than landing on the ocean tied to what we care
to ask for wish for reach for 

I'm not

Do not think me gentle
because I speak in praise
of gentleness, or elegant
because I honor the grace
that keeps this world. I am
a man crude as any,
gross of speech, intolerant,
stubborn, angry, full
of fits and furies. That I 
may have spoken well
at times, is not natural.
A wonder is what it is. 

What we need is here.

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Now geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. 
Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, 
clear in the ancient faith: 
what we need is here. 
And we pray, not for new earth or heaven, 
but to be quiet in heart and in eye .. clear. 
What we need was, is and will always be .. here.