Driving All Night

Driving All Night

 

Woman you mean the world to me and more

I know I’ve never said those words before

Just like I never said “I love you”

But woman I really do love you

 

I’ve been driving all night

I’ve been driving all night

I’ve been driving all night

Oh Lord baby I can’t get nothing right

 

I’m a dirty old dog whose been chasing a bone

I lived a whole lifetime on my own

But you and me we made ourselves a home

It’s the only home I’ve ever known

 

I’ve been driving all night

I’ve been driving all night

I’ve been driving all night

Oh Lord baby I can’t get nothing right

 

So when you said goodbye what could I say

I cried when you said you were going away

I’m out on the road searching for you

It’s the only thing that I could do

 

I’ve been driving all night

I’ve been driving all night

I’ve been driving all night

Oh Lord baby I can’t get nothing right

 

Woman you mean the world to me and more

I know I’ve never said those words before

Just like I never said “I love you”

But woman I really do love you

 

I’ve been driving all night

I’ve been driving all night

I’ve been driving all night

Oh Lord baby I can’t get nothing right

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Serious Songs

 Serious Songs

 

Colorful curvy crescendo

Lustfully laughing letting go

Creativity circling captivatingly

Whirling twirling revolving reality

Somewhere

In the melody of the air

In the space where grace

Kisses my face

In warmth of embrace

To be profound I dare

Of silent sound aware

Magical mystical mystery

Understand the mending hand

Of Theodore transcending history

An ancient relic?

Somewhat psychedelic

Mild insanity

Forbidding vanity

Loose lines of ink

Lavender, fuchsia, pink

A galore of more

The radiant rays of the sun

Reaching everyone

To tiny boxes square

Creatures confined with care

Who, what belongs?

In serious songs

Fantastically fine

Second guessing

Forever possessing

Yet never mine

Now from a distance

Reckless resistance

Be aware

Of spirals in prayer

So I say with pride

Break on through to the other side 

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Little Black Box

Little Black Box

 

God grand creator of the universe

By whose hand the Earth’s form took

No matter how profound the verse

Could you be contained in a book?

 

Omnipotent infinite able to do all

To be in a block box ever so small

You’re able to make real the slightest whim

Would you make a home in my poem?

 

Black and white laws a system of rules

They quote the Bible as perfect fools

Twisting manipulative serving their own end

They mock your Spirit and call you friend

 

Crystal clear to Love it is to obey

Yet their love is but a word they say

In slavery bound by their sin and desire

They claim the truth but each is a liar

 

The little black box it sits on my table

Whatever your will it is then able

The little black box I put it on my shelf

I look inside only to find myself

 

A firefly captured by children in delight

They gaze at the magical mystical light

Your in the black box I have no doubt

Perhaps one day I will let you out

 

These words perhaps they depict your soul

To show you love yes that is my goal

In a little black box tiny as a star

In a little black box is where you are

 

Contrast, there is heaven there is hell

You’ll see the difference it is easy to tell

Love is the word written on my heart

In a little black box never to part

 

 

 

In a little black box kept secure

I wish it was something better something more

A little black box they do not understand

From deep within there comes the command

 

Listen my dear one and yes you’ll hear

But could you hear and not know fear

A little black box convenient in hand

I wonder if you’ll ever understand

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Words

 Words

 

Around town the sound found on the street has a funky beat

Rappers and girl slappers struggle for victory or defeat

Politicians pontificate policies perpetuating pure hate

Their truth is lies in disguise how passionately they debate

 

Words- they make up this song

Words- They define right and wrong

Words- Hear the poor man cry

Words – They sell you a lie

 

Bums out in the cold surviving from dumpster diving

A chicken in every pot they forgot who they’re jiving

Rich men never go to jail if they fail they pay a fine

See the priest feast he got some line about being divine

 

Words- they make up this song

Words- They define right and wrong

Words- Hear the poor man cry

Words – They sell you a lie

 

Put letters together and move your tongue

In fuse the blues a song is sung

Rock and roll refugees with long hair

In the land of the free they don’t care

Debt slaves till we enter our graves

In the end my friend only Jesus saves

 

Propaganda penetrates a panoply of pretense

Killing and war is evil it’s a matter of common sense

The Vodka is strong you belong if you drink it straight

Don’t wait articulate what you think try to relate

 

Words- they make up this song

Words- They define right and wrong

Words- Hear the poor man cry

Words – They sell you a lie 

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Blondie

Blondie

 

Sunday Sally died her hair to red and yellow                        

She said to the bass player you’re a nice fellow                    

Why don’t we go on a rock and roll tour?                             

Why don’t we take it all and take some more?                     

 

She was a blondie front row

High on uppers always on the go

She was a blondie front row

What more is there to know?

 

Once she was an acrobat flying with no net

Living all the way today forgetting to regret

The circus was fine except for the clown

He stole all the money and rode out of town

 

She was a blondie front row

High on uppers always on the go

She was a blondie front row

What more is there to know?

 

Camera flash grab the cash before you perform

Playing Hyde Park in the dark during a thunderstorm

Sunday Sally sung out her heart for pay

The drummer laughed out loud he had nothing to say

 

She was a blondie front row

High on uppers always on the go

She was a blondie front row

What more is there to know?

 

The ink on the contract was scarcely dry

Words are words and money’s a lie

The machine I think was pink

Floyd was annoyed and went to the shrink

 

And Sunday Sally struggles writing down a song

The words don’t rhyme all the time and the rhythm’s all wrong

Her heart’s set on the chart maybe number one

Suddenly she shrieks “Wasn’t this supposed to be fun?”

 

She was a blondie front row

High on uppers always on the go

She was a blondie front row

What more is there to know?

 

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Reasons To Be Thankful Part 61

 Reasons To Be Thankful Part 61 

 

Thank you, Jesus!

It’s done

One more trip around the sun!

Seems like life has just begun

But here we go

Reasons to be thankful, part sixty-one

 

Well, I reckon it appears

I’m up there in the years

I am told

Some would call me old

Perhaps I’m old then

But then again still too young for heaven

My gentle God

I would like to get my three score and ten

And if I could implore

A few more

 

Thanx for the sunshine, for your hand divine, for family church and blood, for a path through the mud, for the help in doubt, in hard times a way out, for gentle sleep, for the promises only you could keep, for the roof over my head, for kind words said, for every breath of air, for you answering prayer, for the strength in the fight, for the glory of the light, for saving my soul, for reaching my goal, for a sound mind, for people being kind, for the food to devour, for each and every hour, for the rain divine, for the sunshine, for making each day a new start, for the love you put in my heart, for every tick of the clock, for the steadfastness of the Rock, for the blood shed on the cross, for the gospel seeds I toss, for my ministry, for the truth hidden in history, for this very day, for hearing the words I pray, for your holy spirit, for the evil that I don’t have to fear it, for the unnumerable blessings so many unknown, that I have grown, that with utmost certainty that this list would go on and on into eternity…

 

One more thing I ask of you

May I please see sixty-two

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Thoughts On Adam

Thoughts On Adam

 

We all live under an eternal blue sky

Entering in birth 

We wander this Earth

Giving this thing called life a try

Too many questions to mention

If we are a fortunate one

We learn a thing before our short time is done

The joy in living

The righteousness in forgiving

The essence of the dream

That Love alone is supreme

 

There is a season for everything under the sun

A time to be born

A time a time to exist

A time to mourn

A time to persist

A time to die

A time to cry

A time to repent

A time to pray

And in one glorious moment

A new day

 

You are a seed planted in fertile soil

Watered with the good deeds of your toil

I firmly believe

As you give so shall you receive

May the Good Lord have mercy

None can resist His call

None at all

And when you see His face

May He smile with grace

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