Fighting For Peace
For all on every side who fight against peace
hear this please
captains of industry and their paid-for media proselytizing
filling you and me with consumerism philosophising
creating a scare of the people to whom they sell
so everyday families hide in a locked-home hell
so people only feel safe in a bleached out incarceration
or an oversexed, undereducated, criminal unliberation
when there is no difference between shooter and shot
and every single person believes justice can’t be bought
when representation is truly a tool of democracy
and politics is not just a monetary theocracy
when neighbors are all brothers, sisters and friends
when fear of each other ends, and love of each other wins
and the fact we bear arms is the reason for the need
and injustice for one makes the whole system bleed
we act like shopkeepers and Mother Earth is the store
selling her bounty, and pimping her like a whore
and then smugly pretend that nothing can happen
while Nature reminds us of our terrestrial entrapment
even those who would fight through the lies
have part-time solutions and have to protest in disguise
a few of the giants stand tall, work hard, and have reason for pride
while all of the masses let them handle it, and shamefully sigh
relinquishing their power for false convenience
angrily screaming about the divide in between us
so to all the world’s leaders and citizens, fighting for peace
hear our pleas
Worth Waking Up To
Sometimes it can be hard to know what to value
when looking for love, not just to get laid
the subtle difference in someone who stays
if she’s worth making love to, she’s worth waking up to
When we have had a conversation, others call a “fight”
even with her flaws, she’s the girl you can’t get enough of
she always seems perfect, because she’s the woman you love
and I wake up in the morning, and everything’s alright
because her lovin’ is more than a trophy to win
you’d shout it to the world, or keep it secretly hidden
that, damn it Love, I’m so stupidly smitten
once is not enough, you want her again, and again
and it can seem so silly, and have me beguiled
and though I can’t be your only source of joy
a blush for the man, a cringe for my inner little boy
that I always want to be the reason for your smile
I will tell you, in words, in thoughts, and show it to you
when I open my eyes, I can’t tell if it’s a dream, or it’s real
and every morning with you, I remember why it is I feel
You’re worth making love to, and darlin’, you’re worth waking up to
Cliffhanger
I had to ask, only lookin for a maybe
a super-fine lady, if she would date me
even though she had me seein’ double
she had that Gem-in-the-eye trouble
playin’ with my weakness
when she asked, “Oh you wanna freak this?”
I said, “ain’t nobody viceless,”
she said, “my love is priceless!”
“I ain’t tryin to afford ya,”
I told her, “I just wanna support ya”
“Come back,” she said with a grin,
“when you’re all grown up and out of your playpen!”
“Oh,” I said to Miss Thing
“if I ain’t good enough for ya now, I ain’t good enough then”
“And I think it should be worth a mention,”
“That you already have me payin’ attention”
I hoped she would see the feeling
behind my unintentional double meaning
and then she made me weak in the knees
when she smiled and said to me,
“I don’t need your money, honey, I got my own stuff to do,”
“but you’re cute and kinda funny, what else can I expect from you?”
weak in my knees, and with quivering thighs
I somewhat recovered from my surprise
and spat out words like she wasn’t a girl
and pretended she wouldn’t rock my world
I drew in my breath,
coughed to the left, and said,
“I like a little mystery, but don’t want ya to lie to me,”
“I’d be there till the end, because first, I’d be your friend,”
“try to do what pleases, and when needed, pick up the pieces,”
“to never contain you or explain you,”
“but to love you, who you are, and what you do.”
“Those are things you can expect from me,”
“so tell me girl, What can I expect from you?”
I swallowed, and marveled at my own hubris
stopped the voice that said, “don’t do this!”
“your words make you sound like a hell of a guy,”
she said, with a smile on the sly, and a gleam in her eye,
“I want to keep some mystery, if you’re willing to try,”
“You gave your truth to me, so I give you this reply…”
Reasons Why
how you would hold my hand when we walk
how you’re not afraid to say what you feel when we talk
how you squeeze my hand when I say something you like
how you give it your all, because there is no “try”
it isn’t any single thing you do
the way you look, or or a single thought
it’s a forever thing that can’t be bought
there’s a million reasons why I love you
when my day brightens from your stellar smile
when your “I love you” keeps me inspired
when struggle only strengthens your resolve
when laughter slowly breaks down your walls
it’s the things you refuse to do
not the clothes you wear, or your beautiful prose
it’s how I’d feel with your head on my chest, cuddling close
there’s a million reasons for me to love you
who you are when the world is watching
who you listen to when everyone’s talking
who you see when you’re looking at me
who I am and who you wish me to be
it’s all the things, big and small, you do
it’s how I feel when I think of you
it’s holding on to love that’s true
You are why, the only reason I need, to love you
I Want To
I want to share moments with you
starting over so the old can become new
show me why
pretend I’m blind
I want to help each other up, life inhaled
turbocharged joy, fear of failure, strangled
show me why
seduce my mind
I want to make meals with you, and laugh while we eat it
and hold those memories of laughter when solace is needed
show me why
reply in kind
I want to hold your hand while we walk in the park
and feel the touch of your lips under the stars
show me why
your eyes shine
I want to wake up and feel the caress of your eyes
and take comfort knowing between us there’s no lies
show me why
our souls entwine
I want to break out of this loving daydream
because Lover, ain’t nothin’ like the real thing
show me why
I feel sublime
I want to share a life, help carry you through the trials
and be there to bask in all of your smiles
I’ve told you why
I would call you “mine”
you don’t have to tell the world
but in this oyster, you’re my precious pearl
break the rules, rebel, be more
and tell me why
you would call me “yours”
When I was young, I would cry when faced with my fears
it was the only way I knew to express the pain
sad, hurt, or frightened, it all felt the same
to deal with it, to show my hurt, my eyes would bleed tears
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then I was teen aged, and very few things in life were clear
don’t show your feelings, you’ll get beat, it means you’re weak
you’ll get taken advantage of, with your penis you must speak
Then I learned how to keep bruises from making me bleed tears
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I grew up a bit, and thought courage meant Fighting my fears
I learned to be afraid, not of pain, but of the love inside I felt
unsure, uncertain, loving someone I didn’t know, it was hell
every night I knew, it was my heart, not my eyes, that bled tears
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Betrayal was next, all that claims to be good, and true, is not what it appears
false friends, fake tests, their fears, “do something young man!”
truth withheld, divided I fell, on claims of honor they tried to stand
despite the flaws, and the cause, duty upheld, now my eyes bleed dry tears
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I lost myself, for someone else, now a worldly mind, and passage of years
Corruption, suffering, and inequality punctuate the societies of our life
emotions are strength, a blessing, and what gets us through all the strife
I can feel so I live, my crooked smile I give, while my heart bleeds its tears
Make no mistake, I am nice, but not your friend
No animosity, but that’s where I end
with an artist, not breaking, just bent
in spanglish, with artist, time spent
I can hear, see, and feel you, and all the content
I am sorry, the misunderstanding, but honest I am
Betrayal is funny, and yes, yes you CAN
I am a grown up child, in the fields of the Lord I play
my ideas are for everyone, but money gets my formulae
shared ideas in a manner most brief
only the beginning, yet everyday I speak
an embrace from a mind that encompasses the world
yet so human I pine for that one girl
but honor, it binds me, I will not lie
words got me tangled, but in truth I reside
with all that goes on, I deserve the front page
set boundaries on games, this life is the stage
Love is a weapon, and Love is a friend
and thanks my Love, but now the words end…
When borrowing, be careful what you do
With that lent by the man who’s blue
the gift of rhyme
you know is mine
given, to share time
You would dare to stand above
whilst I am held back by Love
Do your job, keep your eyes peeled
Life’s cherry, without the pit, for ne’er steeled
keep Love protected, when out in the field
when you reached out to touch me
you left no quarter in which to flee
My love is encompassing, don’t be mistaken
This is a warning, real, and blatant
Nothing to hide, a face most graven
set in motion, my insurance is churning
no place to hide, with the whole world burning
Do your duty, to self, to God and to country
on the same side, if hurt, on your Honor, we’re hunting
The world needs help, I have things to do
if I must do them alone, keep Love with you
these cracks in my heart will let light through
do all you must, and keep Love from harm
whilst I go around, and grant my charm
and though my actions may seem drastic
I got the attention of the Power on the Atlantic
hope and pray they listen to Mr. Fantastic
those that know find it hard to believe
those that don’t, wonder what’s up my sleeve
The sunny disposition I had to eschew
to get them to listen to the man who is Blue
The Hammer is a shield, and you know what to do
Do not waste the time that is reluctantly given
or doubt the motives of a man who is driven
here to proclaim, this is Not, the only life
fishers of men, you got, and took a bite
Elegant and brief, this Time I got right
for all to see, open and free, I’ve given the sign
and maybe, just maybe, forsaken the Love that was mine
if this is my fate, the destiny for which I am chosen
in the vastness of space, time and hearts can get frozen
remember the hidden heart and soul, the Cosmic Watchman
and the dusty rose for your hair
because stars are born there
Why go silent, when you have so much to say
I am Okay participating in all sorts of play
when escalated, it will happen My Way
not just for me, the future and choice I concede
but I will be damned if, for me, that choice isn’t to be free
I climb this hill, and sometimes stumble
a servant of Love, a struggle, but undaunted
awesome cosmic power, but human, and humble
my Ego takes over, when I am taunted
it’s a weakness, the child within
not the giant, with all that is flaunted
I will keep calm, this love will stay hidden
flawless, the imperfections all wanted
with you, forever, I am foolishly smitten
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