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A Letter To Mom

Humility teaches us...
That we still have
more to do!
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A CHRISTMAS CARD

TRUE BELIEVERS

CONTACT ME

God Is Good!

God is good,
God is great,
Through Jesus Christ,
I receive his grace...

Faith, Hope and Charity!

Thank You!

It was your charity,
Which fulfilled my hope,
And empowered my faith,

...To Believe!
...To Receive!
And to give more easily...

The love I have,
For our Lord so true...
As love I have,
For someone else too.

Bless You!

'Cause now your charity,
Fulfills other's hope,
And empowers their faith,

...To Believe!
...To Receive!
And to give more easily...

The love they have,
For our Lord so true...
As love they have,
For someone else too!

God Is Great!

And make not God because of your swearing by Him
an obstacle to your doing good
and guarding against evil
and making peace between men

Take Care

I have searched for truth and wisdom,
And in all that I have found,
The teachings of our savior,
Ring most true and profound,

Take care in what you think,
Take care in what you believe,
Take care in what you share,
Take care in what you receive,

Yes I do know better,
Than to lead others astray,
Whether due to my fears,
Or that of which I am afraid.

I do care what I think,
I do care what I believe,
I do care what I share,
I do care what I receive,

And should my careless words,
Cause you unrest and concern,
I humbly ask forgiveness,
As I face the fire that burns.

For I do care what you think,
I do care what you believe,
I do care what you share,
And I do care what you receive.

My Gull Wheels On!

As a child empowered by youth,
All is wonder,
All is truth,

Faith projecting as a wake,
A child of God,
Runs free these days,

Oh Lord, I have been so blessed,
To know your love,
Feel your caress,

Now I watch as the children play,
And loving tears swell,
...Thank you for this day.

To feel the warm sun, wind and sand,
A glorious gift,
A glorious plan,

Watch the seagulls as they wheel and dive,
Searching for scraps,
Screeching in delight,

Never do they question - nor do they ask,
For more than they need,
Or more than they have,

And in this spirit so free and strong,
I live, learn and love,
As my gull wheels on!

Yearning!

A wise man can not know,
answers he will need,
to gain what he seeks.

So it's on the paths we go,
for the truths we've gleamed,
where wisdom is seen.

But what has more prospect,
works, fruit or desire,
idea, spark or fire?

Why do wise men respect,
that which most inspires,
us most to inquire?

For that which is learned,
by trial and terror,
or love and laughter...

At the age we yearned,
to bring truth to bare,
or what came after.

Yet in the learning,
innocence lost,
the lesson forgot.

For t'was the yearning,
miracles frought,
which the wise man sought.

The Power of Pride

As I surmise all that is me strewn and cluttered,
My conscious lies casually shorn and shuttered,
For here lie the spoils of stubborn iniquity,
I shuffle and toil, floundering in frailty.

Oh what great havoc, what conscious so lewd,
Creates such traffic which now spoils the fruit,
Of truly righteous deeds committed by a scurrilous man,
Of whom I could no better know, no better understand,

For this terribly lost and forever forlorn soul,
Is none other than me shivering and sniveling so,
And as helpless as I suddenly appear to be,
I now understand the strength pride provides so easily,

For there is purpose in pride, yet none in shame,
As ambition carries us blind to who’s at blame,
And just where is the woe when the devil may care,
For we are soon found alone, our conscious left bare,

And as I embark into this desolate place,
My horrors so dark, my fears crimson in taste,
Forward I race into the perilous pit,
With none other to blame for this simple life I quit.

I Have Half A Mind

I have half a mind,
To just let go,
Let go of notions,
Which plague me so.

What's it really matter,
If I lose or if I win,
Isn't it that I played,
That matters in the end?

I played from the heart,
And gave it all I got,
With honor and pride,
I've attained this spot.

But like I said before,
You know I have half a mind,
To just let it all go,
No more effort, no more trying...

But the other half sustains,
That which I am thankful For,
Pushing me with great strength,
I can take flight and soar.

And the higher I fly,
From efforts past spent,
The greater I espy,
The grandness of men.

Oh I have half a mind,
To give up, throw the towel in,
But I still have half a mind,
To find a way to soar again!

Heraldry And Tribute!

I'm just a sputtering old fool,
Muttering old school rules,
When times made more sense,
And neighbors were your friends.

Now trapped by utter frailty,
And fear of today's reality,
My moistened eyes fasten,
Upon the new age reaction.

No longer do we aspire,
No longer do we inspire,
Religious or national pride,
For now we must take it all in stride.

That which can utterly,
Steal pride in God and country...
Oh I'm a sputtering old fool,
Just muttering old school rules.

You open doors and say Mamm',
You do everything you can,
You give to the poor and especially,
Love your neighbors, friends and family.

For it is in giving all that you have,
Caring, sharing and loving all you can,
Which tells the greatest story about you,
And lives on in heraldry and tribute.

The Lord's Prodigal Sons

Fierce as cold winds blow,
On a blustery winter's morn,
The raging battle brings horrors,
Such that man has never known.

For the dark rapture approacheth,
And the Lord's wrath is at hand,
Salvation's gate now closes,
And woe is the fate of man.

I sit here now in stark terror,
As I read the prophets report,
I can't imagine any scarier,
Stories told me of my Lord...

And a man who soon comes,
To set all this in motion,
One to whom many will succumb,
A wolf dressed in sheep's clothing.

The story does have a great ending,
But only for those who believed,
Who found the message he was sending,
These few who will be received.

But what of the rest of man,
Who for pride or gluttony fall,
Just where do these men stand,
When we're through with it all.

Keep reading - the story's complete,
For after the gates are closed,
In the lake you will still see,
Those who were damned and opposed.

Now by fire we are seasoned,
Is a lesson we should know,
And thus we can now reason,
Where these poor souls go.

To learn more lessons,
And perhaps someday become,
After fair sessions,
The Lord's prodigal sons.

P.S. I'm The Salesman

I spill my heart,
I spill my guts,
And you may ask,
Why all this fuss?

Owners Selling Dogs,
Owners Selling Guns,
Oh there is more,
And it's been great fun.

Day after day, month after month,
Countless are the hours I spend,
To create this behemoth,
Seemingly to no end.

Owners Selling Cars,
Owners Selling Trucks,
Oh there is so much more,
But I'm having no luck.

So to you I turn,
To seek your advice,
Do I have more to learn,
Or will this suffice?

Owners Selling Motorcycles,
Owners Selling Motorhomes,
But one thing I just wish is,
I didn't have to do this on my own.

No brokers, no dealers,
No agents or salesmen,
You'd think that clients,
Would now be rushing in.

Owners Selling Businesses,
Owners Selling Real Estate,
Look and you will find,
The greatest I could create.

So if you have the time,
To surf the net some,
Check out my sites,
And just add dot com

Owners Selling Boats,
Owners Selling Land,
Please just take a look,
P.S. I'm the salesman.

How This Started

The room was unusually dark that tinny night,
As music and laughter replaced the light,
Toasts were given for proud glories earned,
As horrors of war exploded and burned.

My warrior father, the subject of such great acclaim,
My worrier mother forgot to bring me a plate,
And my brothers all dressed in their best Sunday clothes,
Had to act proper and do as they were told.

For the party they would roam,
While I remained quietly in my room,
...beyond the stares of the crowd,
And people in whom Dad was proud.

I was free from ties and shoes,
I was free from table manner rules,
But I missed being included,
And grew tired of being secluded.

You see, way back in the day,
Everyone knew the proper way,
To hide a retarded kid,
Especially one who looked as I did.

But I really have to tell you it was great,
I mean you didn't even have to sit up straight,
Then at seven it came crashing down,
I accidentally proved I was mentally sound.

With a simple operation to uncross my eyes,
And a few simple tests for I.Q. size,
The kid with promise grew from that kid retarded,
And that, my friend, was just how this started.

Aunt Cherry's American Pie!

You see, the other day I was bored so I started picking on Tommy,
He retorted with a loud snort and labeled me as a commie,
We became so caught up in the fray,
The rest of our worries went away,
But then I made him cry and I had to say I’m sorry,

Who knows where idealism goes,
As we grow older and follow our nose,
In the middle of our sibling fuss,
Our sweet Vicki reminded all of us,
We were family and we were bros,

From the deafening quiet after the week-long din
You chirp out of nowhere, “How’ve y’all been?”
Along with your picture all pretty in blue,
Let me tell you that’s a fine how do you do,
And let me catch you up now that you’re in.

Gav was poetic and Bets had to go it alone,
As you forgot to check in, forgot to phone,
The good news is everyone survived,
And a family consensus contrived,
All because of Aunt Cherry, who loves us so.

Draggin' Out The Dragon Tears

This old dragon, wizened and tough,
will be the first to tell you,
He's seen enough,

For he can see, through you and me,
He understands shame and pain,
Angst, fear and grief,

He also knows, true love and joy,
From better times long since past,
Dragon... Man... Boy.

All he has seen, throughout his life,
Should have hardened this old heart,
To ev'ry plight,

Because dragons, calloused and cold,
As he knew himself to be,
Stand proud and bold.

And yet he finds, dragons can't help,
But to feel everything,
That can be felt.

So our dragon, silently wipes,
His eyes again and again,
For fears he hides.

For he now knows, these tears reflect,
All the times he should have cried,
A cold defect.

He didn't care, he didn't share,
Except to gain glory and fame,
Beyond compare.

Now at life's end, he sits and stares,
And can not hold back the pain,
of grief he bears.

This empathy, he greatly fears,
As he can no longer stop,
These dragon tears!

The Love I Will Serve Eternally

From the moment I awake,
And I see your lovely face,
Until the end of each day,
I can not help but say,

I will forever love you girl,
For you are my life and my world,
With eyes of gold and emerald,
Which hold a love incredible,

And should you ever miss,
A moment of knowing this,
You fill me with joy and bliss,
Peace, hope and happiness,

And for these treasures given me,
You, my love, will forever be,
The only love I will ever need,
The love I will serve eternally!

Please Forgive Me...

I know that my actions may have caused you pain,
Or created doubt in the humanity of man in some way.

I was thoughtless and transgressed without so much as a second thought,
I didn't care what my actions may have wrought.

You may have snapped or may have cursed at the next person you met,
Or thought about causing another harm which is worse yet,

And for spreading this negativity into your life,
I humbly apologize, beg you to forgive me and try,

To allow this small token of my shame to replace,
The smile which I have stolen from you and God's good grace,

Please find it in your heart to be magnanimous enough to accept,
This apology, forgive me, for I shall try to abstain and repent.

Living And Loving!

Just the other day I was out and about,
When I saw a cold man preaching to a crowd,
So I reckoned I'd listen in for awhile.

He told us of bad men and their evil ways,
Then he let us know he knew their final fate,
Shouting his moral judgment so cruel and vile.

You see he hated everyone he knew,
Seems it was cause they were not perfect or true,
So stunned I just stood there with my jaw agape,

As this cold preacher man went on to explain,
How all of us were going to hell in pain,
'Cause sin was something we could never escape.

Now we have all heard moral judgement before,
But something here was just rotten to the core,
And yes, I'd about had all that I could take

Asking for money he told us to follow,
But this was just too much for me to swallow,
So I yelled out, "You're full of it - you're a fake!"

"If people can't escape sin, why even try?
People, can be perfect and I'll tell you why!
In simple language we can all understand!"

"You see even our Lord was wrong and changed his mind,
Look it up in your books, I'll give you the line,
Turn to Exodus thirty-two fourteen man!"

"And, furthermore you teach hate instead of love,
Vainly taking the name of our Lord above,
When you should have shared your great faith in the grace."

"We were told we should love God with all our might,
And loving our neighbors was the second line,
And from these two - all commandments generate."

Well, I looked around and people were nodding,
Yet some looked angry, as if they were plotting,
So I turned and continued my soap box show,

"Some of you here today may not understand...
you might believe just as fiercely as this man,
that we do not have a choice of where to go."

"Get a grip people and just hang on a sec',
I have said nothing over which you should fret,
For there is still hope for all of us, you see."

"Don't worry about God and evolution
For faith in God above is our solution,
And arguments can damn us eternally."

"Your salvation is completely up to you.
Its your faith, its your belief, its what you do,
Which discerns whether you're on the righteous path."

"So smile right now and know that you're truly saved,
and always build upon your faith in the grace,
for living and loving is all that we have."

As I left the crowd that bright and sunny day,
A hand grabbed my shoulder as I turned away,
Turning I saw that it was the preacher man.

I looked at this poor soul so cold in spirit,
He shivered so much I could hardly bear it,
So silently I prayed for another plan

Holding my shoulder tight, this is what he said,
"Your words have shamed me and my face is still red,
but I must tell you that you have brought me hope,"

"For I see the love of the Lord in your eyes!
Will you please forgive me my failings and pride?"
I answered with a smile and offered my coat!

It Takes Faith To Escape...

About your Rants and Raves...

While so much of your spiritual force, in it's search for answers, pulls you toward extreme exposure to destructive energy within our realm, reach within to find the calm and your truths will manifest themselves and provide positive energy to those who surround you and whom in turn will thus realize how to reach within themselves for salvation from the negative forces which allow you to accept the power of karma - or in other words...

While your soul seeks answers to the problems you face, you are opening yourself to the destructive force of Satan, yet the spirit already within you can guide you to the answers you seek and shield you from the terrible forces of evil, which will give you much to rejoice about and thus you will radiate a true love for God and the power of his spirit within you... and in turn, those around you will learn they can also find this same spirit within them and also gain true salvation from the effects of earthly living.

It takes Faith to Escape!

Spiritual Sea

Since the time I have been saved,
I have not had much to say,
As I sat here yearning,
I continued my learning,
And watched you all pass my way,

I am honored to be here,
While a select few may jeer,
Mostly I can see hope,
From the end of my rope,
Bringing about a joyous tear,

For all poets who have been called,
Disenchanted or enthralled,
Our mission always true,
We inform and move you,
To make you act or make you halt,

To rise above and expound the truth,
Or to lose ourselves in a groove,
Whether blatant or far out,
We live to learn - live to shout,
About love, laughter or the blues,

However new I may be,
To this small community,
I love what you've made,
With your great talent and faith,
Namely this spiritual sea.

My Poetically Challenged Friend

Well said, my poetically challenged friend...

Your insight is deep and telling of your sage,
Even if I can not understand your poetic wage,

Tell us more of your triumphs and travels,
And don't leave out the blotter and gavels,

For it is your frailty which entices,
The calling of the soul,
And unlocking of the mind...

For when we read of your glorious battle,
And become the fodder of which you prattle,

Remember that these are the days,
We relished the great dreams you gave,

Soon you will be left to your own devices,
Karma so apropos,
Balancing over time...

Then with great pride I will be able to say,
That I once met a poet untamed,

A free verse poet like you who has belched,
With nonconforming musings, true and heartfelt,

Oh what great cost the poets price is,
Always watching yet always alone,
All to capture truth sublime,

Again well said, my poetically challenged friend!

I am zero!

Meet the zero,
a son of a hero,
who brashly stormed,
the Valley of the Dead.
Knowing no fear,
throughout these years,
except those borne,
by whom he loved and bred.

Ten years of war,
which literally tore,
his anxious brood,
plus our nation in two.
Alone with Mom,
we heard her sob,
as worries grew,
for our warrior in blue.

Four Silver Stars...
medals won so hard,
could not replace,
the terror we had faced.
We did our part,
but knew in our hearts,
we'd lost our grace,
in these terrible days.

Triumphs traded,
our warriors degraded,
protests for peace,
took over our streets.
Offering shame,
rather than acclaim,
For men of war,
who saw such horror.

Nothing I do,
could help live up to,
what these men gave,
sans pride or parade.
So don't deride,
when I say with pride,
I am zero,
the son of a hero.

Faith In The Grace Dot Com

Say what you want to say,
Just don't tell me how to pray,
Some things are just too precious,
Such as how my faith and grace is,

Do unto me as I do unto you,
Let me find my own path which is true,
When I'm ready to meet the call,
I'll be sure to include you all,

I understand that we may not agree,
But prayers to God should always be free,
And may you find what gives you peace,
Gives you joy and meets your needs,

As a neighbor I'll give you a hand,
Share my beliefs and all that I can,
But for more about my beliefs in God,
Please visit me at faith in the grace dot com

Past The Last December a.k.a. The Accidental Sage

Inheritance squandered and strewn, appearing to discard his lessons of life,
He became a wandering fool, starting over again and again,
The destruction left in his wake, seemed to leave him nothing but torment and strife,
But lessons learned along the way, secretly were stashed and kept by him,

Now with greatest potential, finally he commits to redemption,
Believing it essential, to share the knowledge of what he has learned,
Our hapless fool now sets out, to design a most worthy commission,
Which would finally allow, him to teach these lessons he has discerned,

But now he knows he has gone, long past his last December,
He’s seen far beyond, what any man should ever see,
Now he knows much more, than he cares to remember,
For this life-long tour, defined who he has come to be,

He is a transient soul, never wary or vigilant,
Yet ever watchful he grows… in the knowledge of his quest,
But now is history, and the future is eminent,
Life’s still a mystery, and he didn’t try his best,

Where are his straws to grasp, and firm ground to stand upon,
Should he be called to task, for that which he should or shouldn’t have done,
Where is the ambition, he should have had all along,
Just what was his mission, and would he have learned a different song,

Answers can be all too easily found, once you have past your last December,
But how can a sage’s logic be sound, as all of life’s lessons slowly fade away,
And will he actually care, once there is much less to remember,
As he has less and less to share… ignorance is bliss and this is where he will stay.

So where does a December go, should you forget Spring, Summer and Fall,
The stark cold winds begin to blow, hope is all but gone and prayers are hard,
Might grace be found and faith rewarded, once there is nothing you can recall,
Life’s passions no longer recorded, life’s last cruel and hard lesson plays its card,

By keeping all doors open, he appeared the accidental sage,
Holding the keys to wisdom, but the door opened a touch too late,
For all he can remember, these lessons far too precious to trade,
Now past his last December, sadly we watch his redemption fade…

It’s a Christian Thing…

When our freedoms are challenged, and our faith is denied,
When life hangs in the balance, equality decried,
Our solemn call to action, necessary and good,
May be called into question, even misunderstood,

Freedom from oppression, on which our country was built,
Our forefathers lessons, a nations pride now distilled,
Building society, where freedom can ring,
I say with great piety, its a Christian thing!

We always acknowledge, those with different views,
Afford them the privilege, and the freedom to choose,
But we built this great land, in this peculiar way,
To give freedom to man, and what he has to say.

But let us not forget, the reasons for these freedoms,
To each serve our Lord best, and unite in these seasons,
For it is love of our neighbors, of which we now sing,
Our response to our Savior, it’s a Christian thing!

America the beautiful, of which I am proud,
Patriotic and dutiful, we answer out loud,
Don’t tread on us, or our God given rights,
Don’t give us causes, for which we will fight.

Now as a nation, we will turn the other cheek,
For we’re taught patience, and when to be meek,
But don’t doubt for a moment, our resolve or the power of our sting,
As we give you time to foment, its simply a Christian thing.

The Beast Within!

Where does my conscious go, when demons raise their fiery eyes,
They steal my very soul, killing all which is sanctified,
Engulfed by instant fears, no longer hearing loved ones cries,
The beast within appears, telling me I am justified,

I have already lost, no reprieve from my mortal sin,
All reason now is blocked, as I become the beast within,
No pity can I feel, as I make my grandiose stand,
Yes the horror is real, as I destroy all that I can,

Where do my feelings go, when demons raise their snarling lips,
Bringing an all new low, into my life now torn to bits,
Certain of being right, I flail and thrash as if in fits,
I threaten and I strike, with great fury the demon spits,

Yet I still stand and shout, my ugly hate and derision,
Accusing lies said out loud, revolting words - degradation,
Just look at what I’ve done, I scream my blatant confession,
Ready to blame anyone, for my evil molestation,

Where does my true love go, when demons raise their gruesome head,
Destroying all I know, without slightest hesitation,
There is no where to hide, hideous deeds - infinite dread,
Shame crushes senseless pride, nothing left but devastation,

Recoiling in horror, reality enters the room,
Now begins the torture, judgment of my now mortal soul,
The evil that is me, my conscious has become my tomb,
I look and all I see, marks my spirit and takes its toll,

Where does salvation go, when demons raise their awful screech,
Making damnation grow, as dark shadows envelope me,
How can I persevere, and escape from this demon’s reach,
For he is always near, and may kill eventually,

Cold and chilling insight, I now realize what is at stake,
And the one path which might, protect the ones I truly love,
But how can I just leave, this world I worked so hard to make,
And cause even more grief, for family and God above.

Where does my resolve go, when demons raise their deadly claws,
Tearing at all I know, stealing my conscious care and pride,
I can’t run anymore, all is destroyed everything lost,
Now beaten tired and sore, I’ve lost my path into the light,

Who can I reach out to, when all I love recoil in fear,
Eyes beseech black and blue, where once was love - now only hate,
Yes I know - I’m the cause, the reason for each falling tear,
And while demons give pause, I must face my terrible fate.

The Dragon and the Rose

Outside of civil man’s well tended garden,
A field of briars willfully encroached,
Threatening the peaceful flowers without pardon.
Oh these gardeners fought hard as the briars approached.

“You don’t belong here, you’re not good enough!”
“You are snarled with iniquity and with thorns.”
“You live a life so very harsh and rough…”
“What good can you bring?” they said with deep seated scorn.

And the briar replied that hot summer day,
“Deep within these unforgiving boughs
Lives a flower who doesn’t have much to say
Except a story concerning what you espouse.”

“You see there lives a dragon scorned just over the way,
Who tossed opportunity and harbingers to the wind,
Because life is glorious and he loves to play…
Carefree and cavalier is how his days were spent.”

“He playfully trampled gardens carefully tended,
By pious gardeners without wings who would never fly,
Until he happened upon a flower wonderfully scented,
Crimson in color, the flower reflected beauty in his eye,”

“Eagerly he reached forward to make it his own,
But this glorious flower was protected by thorns,
And gave the dragon a prick to change his tone,
And it was in that prick that true love was born.”

“Now the dragon is older and has spent his days,
Watching over this rose, the love of his life,
Learning about beauty and awe inspiring ways.
His world now protected by thorn and briar.”

“He has discovered great beauty and learned much,
And no longer does the dragon destroy with fire.”
“But should you gardeners even dare to touch
A single branch or bough in this tangled briar…”

“You will face both the Dragon and the Rose,
Who with great love now protect each other,
From pious gardeners who would have them go,
Because neither can be kept on a tether.”

“So snip your lilies and pluck your weeds,
Make your lives as perfect as they can be,
For in this harsh briar we continue to watch love grow,
That of a magnificent Dragon and the beautiful Rose.”

To my Peanut,
My Gull Wheels On

Of Muddlers And Meddlers

What can be told about rumors that grow,
Of truths now sold and bushes that rove,
Time is best spent justifying means,
For this is the game or so it seems,

Of muddlers and meddlers for truths obscured,
Oft-times require the lines to be blurred,
For shadows of doubt to thrive and exist,
Hidden are rules given a tweak or a twist…

By majority proxy power resides,
Through obfuscation voting decides,
Who shall wear the temporary crown,
When careful rumors and confusion abound?

Oh perpetrators of treachery, tricks and deceit,
Your lies add doubt and insult to injury,
To still great causes with still further to go,
To realize fruit from what has been sold,

But misplaced is our focus yet once again,
For it is us who demands results my friend,
With our eyes wide-shut to method or means,
On which the muddler and meddler leans!

An American Hoax

Give me your poor and downtrodden,
‘Cause they don’t ever vote.
Cast your ballots in late fall or winter.
For those without a coat,

Set up precincts to far to walk,
For those without a car,
And ask for ID at the door,
For those without a card,

Make healthcare an issue,
For those who are too sick,
And fool the elderly,
Into making the wrong pick,

And should the race for power,
Ever become too short,
They reset the districts,
Or settle it in a court,

Voting in America,
Is now a big joke,
As poor and middle class,
Fall for the hoax,

Now wouldn’t it be great,
If all of us counted,
If we all had a voice,
Which wasn’t discounted,

Torn is the American dream,
In our land of liberty,
We need a new vision,
And we need a new dream,

One where we all count,
Where we all are heard,
Why can’t we wise up,
And why can’t we learn,

Too long have we been idle,
Its time we spoke up,
The rich are our rivals,
Its time we woke up,

So when they cast ballots,
And you’re nowhere to be found,
Watch as the powers trample,
Your rights into the ground,

If the lives of your children,
Can’t make you react,
Then you can watch them die,
And come home in a sack,

If the lives of your parents,
Can’t bring you to action,
Then watch them eat dogfood,
Or other poor rations,

If the lives of the poor,
Don’t interest you,
Then watch the crime lords,
Grow in power too,

If the lives of your family,
Can’t make you vote,
Then watch them get poorer,
In next Tuesday’s hoax.

Thunder Shots!

Oh I get down,
I still know how,
To go downtown,
And get real loud.

Save another of those thunder shots for me,
And put another song on the box for me,
Rack 'em up - c'mon let's play some pool,
Flirt with the girls...
...and act real cool!

Cause we're gonna get down,
And go downtown,
Get real loud...
...'cause we still know how!

I shake it up,
It's never enough,
I play real rough,
And love it up.

Save another of those thunder shots for me,
And put another song on the box for me,
Rack 'em up - c'mon let's play some pool,
Flirt with the girls...
...and act real cool!

Cause we're gonna shake it up,
And play real rough,
Love it up...
...'cause its never enough!

Save another of those thunder shots for me....

Merry Holidays!

Where ever you’re going or where ever you’ve been,
Its nice to have a home to return to again,
With faces that love you all beaming with joy,
Walls ringing with laughter of each girl and boy,

A place by the fire that waits just for you,
A mug of hot cocoa with a marshmallow or two,
The Christmas tree dressed in holiday cheer,
Lights up the night which we all hold most dear,

Bright Christmas music soon fills the air,
Where happiness is found beyond compare,
Then each of us join in and sing along,
The spirit of Christmas becomes a loving song,

So merry holidays to all of you this Christmas,
And bless you for the love you have given us,
For it is a night of great rejoicing and hope,
And yes, the Lord has truly blessed our happy home.

The Sky Is Falling!

The sky is falling and there is nothing I can do,
No way to really know how, where, why or even who,
I can't help you any more than I already have,
And may God be with you through rough times ahead,

All I can advise is to keep your Faith in the Grace,
As we enter these next terrible and horrific days,
Remember to keep your heart and mind pure and true,
Love God with all your might and follow the golden rule,

With these things in mind, protect what you love,
Respect your beliefs for miracles from above,
Give freely all that you have to those less fortunate,
And guide your decisions by your love and not the bullet,

This is so sad, and my heart is breaking thinking of you,
Of all the trials, tribulations and tortures we will go through,
Even though its not like the whole world wasn't warned,
To be prepared for these upcoming days of ridicule and scorn,

Now while I know that all of you have heard this before,
Remember what it takes to be in the true army of the Lord,
And always keep in mind of the Devil's greatest trick,
That this isn't happening and he doesn't exist,

I love you so fiercely and I will try to always be here,
But I am so afraid that we have much more to fear,
So take joy in the love of God and how you have been blessed,
And pray for all people as we pass through this next test.

With much love from your brother in Christ, Michael Jay Wilson Sr.

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