THIS SONG TAKES ME BACK
In a car, in a bar
Walking by or driving thru
You hear that song
That meant the world to you
You have to stop
You have to listen
The words take you back
To a place you’ve been missing
You close your eyes
And dream a dream
Back in time
It almost seems
Then comes the end
The tune is done
But, man o’ man
That was fun
-Peace
AGAIN TODAY
I often think
To myself
That my life
Just sits on a shelf
Like the things
At a store
They’re all lined up
But what for
Why am I
In this box
Surrounded by walls
Doors and locks
Of what good
Does this do
It certainly hurts
Both me and you
Day in day out
My body goes
Yet deep inside
The pain it grows
I’m on autopilot
In almost every way
Except my heart
Broke again today
-Peace
CAMERA ME
On the wall
Where I live
It records
What I give
A little left
A little right
It records
Day and night
Following me
Across the room
It records
Far and zoom
Never sleeps
Or even blinks
It records
While we think
I wonder if
It even cared
It records
What we shared
This world we’re in
The pain we see
It records
My camera me
-Peace
WHERE DO I BEGIN
If you please
A moment or two
I have some words
To say to you
To get this right
Only one place to start
It is in me
It’s from my heart
For all you do
Each day and night
For all the wrongs
You help make right
How I knew
All along
That you’d be there
Thru prayer and song
I thank you sir
And I ask of thee
After all I’ve done
Would you forgive me
You’ve given me
A gift within
My turn to give you
Where do I begin
-Peace
LAZARUS’S SLEEP
Hear this story
Pure and true
It will restore
The faith in you
It’s about a man
Mary’s brother
Her love for him
Equal to another
The story goes
That he did die
He was entombed
There he’d lie
But not for long
It has been told
He rose again
Into the fold
Come forth
I say unto thee
Walk again
Walk with me
So once again
HIS glory so deep
HE did awaken
Lazarus’s sleep
-Peace
MY FATHERS SHOULDER
It started out
Like any race
The others and I
Running our pace
Like life it was
A little rushed
Like life we tend
To keep things hushed
You try to make
It thru with hope
Sometimes that helps
You just to cope
But then it happens
What’s not rehearsed
That moment you fear
Might be the worst
Things break down
And fall apart
It is in HIM
You must have heart
And when you need help
To carry your boulder
You’ll always have
My Fathers shoulder
-Peace
PICKING UP THE TAB
This is a story
About a man
Who along with his father
Had a plan
To take to earth
And straighten out
All the wrongs
That we’re about
Not that they said
“Let’s wipe the slate clean”
It’s more like
Let’s show them what we mean
So he took his place
And traveled around
Gathered followers
To share his sound
Soon the bad
Discovered him
They hurt this man
For his teachings
But lucky for us
His plan succeeded
My sins corrected
My debt deleted
-Peace
This heart of mine, the muscle inside of me, pulsing, beating, and pumping life into my life. I feel it, I hear it in the silence of night. I hold it in a bedside cradle, like a one eye open sleeping father would a newborn. Only I am it’s child, my heart is the one that never rests. My heart is mine, yet it allows me to be who I choose to be. My heart does not tell me, I command it, yet it lets me feel.
I also know that someday it will stop, just cease to exist. It will not warn me when it suddenly stops, for I have not earned that courtesy. And that’s okay with me, I’ll not be mad. I have given my heart more than it’s fair share of love and pain. I have asked my heart to give love and pain to others as well. My heart does not detest me for the pain I shared with others. And make no mistake, it was a shared pain.
And in the end, my end, when that moment comes, that dreadful instant when I will know that this is it THE END.
My heart will not ask of me to struggle to keep it pumping, pulsing ,beating.
For it knows that I will accept OUR END. It will only seek to for me to take one last sweet breath and release it completely to my soul, to lie still and seek the heavens that brought us together.
This heart of mine, this beautiful gift given to me will share my very last moment with me just like it was our first moment together.
-Peace
SOBNYC - growing up in new york city during the 1960's, 70's & 80's