The Thing I See

 I walk into a store with a uniform tight

To watch and protect it from day to night

From the youth and the old and those in between.

I see you God in the living dream.

I guide the ones who think they aren't seen

Unless to abuse the place or smoke a little green.

And hope one day things will get better

And my love for you will try hard to not sing to non letters.

For those who come angry I reason to a spear.

That this is a safe place with no reason for that atmosphere.

I speak peace always until peace is not allowed in your realm.

And the words become actions to keep your anger from being overwhelmed.

I enjoy the new messing with the old

And the old wishing new were better mold

As I watch the old say the new is up to something.

 The new look at me and say "We didn't do nothing."

I see the choir of workers with beauty in their strength.

I see their determination to go to higher lengths.

Depending on their work they will fail or succeed.

Cause money is always spending, so money is what we need. 

The people I am around that are soft and hard.

I watch and protect with joy as a security guard. 

Knowing my place as I stand in this community. 

Listening to their heart by focusing on the things I see. 

What my children will see

 

You will see me FAIL

Time and time again.

You will see a man that not perfect.

But yet will always be your best friend.

There are times you won't like me.

Cause I dress up like a fancy jerk.

And you ask where I am going.

And I always say "To Work".

You see me come home late.

My aches and moans reveal what was true.

And I hear you trying to be quiet.

Just so sleep can sneak a hour or two.

But what you never know is I think of you all as my sheep

And my ears are still listening even though my mind is sleep.

For the greatest sound of any of your pain.

Pull me out from under and drives me insane.

For the greatest goal parents set when you were due.

Is that nothing bad will ever happen to you.

But you will watch me FAIL

Time and time again.

Little victories to get it right.

My wisdom to the end. 

The Joy Of Waking You Up

 

Life has way of taking your joy
Hard work causes hard sleep from grown girl and grown boy.
But there is a sparkle of light that comes through your mind.
When you see your child waking for the first day for his very first time.

But behold they're  asleep.
So you create great ideas
Where they can either hate it or love it
But they never have fears

You can shout or whisper
Surprise or give glares
Snuggle or play fight
Or just lay and pretend your not there.

You can give them a smell.
That will open all their senses.
Wether it is good or bad
Is a wild jump over many fences.

Until they are grown
And they call you a few
Proud and sad they became the hard boy and girl
Lonelyness and happiness for them creating a joy or two.

One things any love remembers
Wether they are your parents or not.
Is the joy of waking them up
Warms their heart a lot.

Pick and choose your battles

 

Oh the war that rages between a women and a man.
He says the wrong word or does something she can't stand.
She challenges his worth and pulls on his saddle.
My warning is for all to pick and choose your battles.

For a women's love is power
But her fire is never to command
Her smile creates rainbow in your eyes
And her anger will freeze you where you stand.

For a man's worth is described in your joy.
But can't help but hurt you too.
He holds back the roar that is meant for the world.
He just wants to be safe with you.

You all will never know how much you mean to each other.
Until you decide you will never leave.
He will make you feel crazy.
She will get on your nerves like you won't believe.

But her smile is in there somewhere.

And his charm for her love begins to rattle.
A love will always blossom.
When you pick and choose your battles.

To Be Cool

The wondrous time and the thrill that it is to be cool. 

The overwhelming of joy that started in school. 

People looked at you and smiled at you and there were a lot that manipulated.

That left finding out who you truly are seem very frustrated.

You see it in the random places in the weirdest convent.

And those who have experienced and failed always try to prevent.

But it seems like a wall that we all must hit.

To realize being that kind of cool just isn't it.

That being cool is more than others approval.

That there are others around you who look for negative removal.

And for those who are negative there's no need for you to change.

For that is who you are unless you feel you need to rearrange. 

Just keep a open mind that there is love  in you.

And it's not for me to say who it belong to.

Just please stay out of danger or don't be the dangerous fool.

To make someone change who you are and pretend it's something cool. 

BEAUTY IN THE STRUGGLE

 Fallen down on hard times and just continue falling.

Every time you get one up, the expert comes knocking and calling.

And just when you are ready to give up all your trouble

You open your eyes to see the beauty in the struggle.

It may be the bowling, the skating, the bar, the concert, the show.

That will give the sense of comfort and the strength to get up and go.

It could be the walk, the hike, the exercise, or the TV.

That could ease your mind from the world and make everything feel easy.

It may be in the church, in meditation, or the family and friends you never get rid of.

That show you everyday is Thanksgiving as long as you show some love.

...........It could be in the orange butterfly.

............Such beauty in the struggle.

LIVE MORE

 There is something about seeing death that no one likes to admit.

The breath that never stops just gives up and quits.

The memory that they leave you is the greatest of all time.

Makes you think of your own life and what you will leave behind.

Your eyes will be awoken and in life a new song.

You will worry less about what people think is wrong.

You will follow your own path that only you can create or destroy.

You will create your own happiness, your own love, your own joy.

There is no time limit for this death for it is nothing that can be seen.

The truth that always existed even well before COVID 19. 

For the love one you lost will forever make you whole.

Making you live on and live on knowing they brought love to your soul.