My Poetry

2011-04-18T22:40:00.001-04:00

If he wouldn't let me speak
How could I curse?

All they wanted to do
Was empty my purse

Light in the wallet
Already to begin with

A family of four
three dependents

I cared for them all
taking care of myself

Selfish greed,
They wanted to believe

Something untrue
A lie was told

Again the story must be told
Retold

Again, and again

The moon passes by
phases

Clouds block from sight
hidden

Darkest of nights
new

Known to all
touched by few

Only wish to love
to be loved

by you

Upon this eve

2011-04-17T16:24:00.002-04:00

If on the eve I sat and pondered,
What the morning brings,
Love or Loss

Fate my way should wander
ritual, platitudes
distress

In this environment only one thing for sure
Life and Death
We all have one foot in the door or grave

Take away
Give
In the end it was never really yours

All is left behind
Upon this eve
I close my eyes

Open my mind
See
Beyond time, free

Fly free
Upon this eve
Come, fly with me

GJL

The masters hand

2011-02-10T22:36:00.000-05:00

I take my stand against the masters hand
The controlling grip
My trembling lip

Firm will be my stand
with clenched hands
muscles taught poised to explode

Elastic tendons pulled tight ready to release
Yet mind over matter and in complete control
The tender twitch, such a gentle touch a delicate pull

Emotions that wax and wane
thoughts pounding provoked and provoking
Never to hurt

Discipline the art of managing
time and space
Knowledge with grace

Another portion
out of proportion
another human contortion

Bought and sold
the craft grows old
the hands of the master begin to tremble and shake

Age of none
Age of one
Age of many

No more
Know more
grow more

And yet here we are
set observing acting
we are the masters hand

In ours a grain of sand
In hours
The sands of time

Sublime the slave
to the hand
the master

My Poetry is Mine

2011-01-19T00:32:00.002-05:00

My poetry is mine
I might not ever earn a dime
Writing in rhyme

Not a man can share
The likes of what I have written here
My poetry is mine

It begins with a line
It ends with a final word

Peace

That is poetry divine

Peace

Tailgate lately?

2009-07-29T01:19:00.003-04:00

Why can't people learn to drive right? Have you seen the the vehicular accordion? Everyone stopped for the green light, Stopping for lights both green and red when traffic is busy we create our own grid lock, driving the motor vehicle accordion.

Now the next time you see that light turn green take a look at how many cars are still at a stop because they sit nose to tail not one car behind can move until the one in front gives room...

What causes a traffic jamb and grid lock? Tailgate lately?

I was stopped today by a person sitting over the stop line again this one was talking on their cell phone, stopping the flow of traffic stopping the movement of commerce, stopping the economy, stopping where you shouldn't be, why does the state mark that intersection so tight in the first place? Why do cars crash and why are trucks always late? Could it be the motor vehicle accordion?

Distracted drivers, talking to their passengers stopping for every traffic light that they come to, stopping the guy behind you, stopping egress, stopping progress, stopping our world from moving around.

Brake check!

Lock em up!

Fire up the grill and get yourself a girl...

Party time!

No one is moving might as well have some fun...

Back To:

Questions collected over time

2009-07-04T18:39:00.003-04:00

What is true love and does true love exist?

There certainly is a difference between being in love and being a slave for love and I have a song to sing the missing part of a duet that wasn't allowed to be an equal member of which I have paid my dues...

It is time to sing...

It is time to share...

I'll be working today, working on a personal project...

Listen to the heart beat of the life of love hindered by lies words repeated by a world gone mad...

Listen to the song and read the truth to know the path eternal is a narrow path where no lie can exist. True love is sealed with a kiss...

The Truth of what had really happened is different than the words and accusations that are written into the record of the system that is our government rulling over our lives.

The liars that cheat make the innocent victims, stealing from the innocent makes the world poor both in material and spirit.

The truth leads to the knowledge and wisdom that to raise our world up out of despair we need to know the truth.

Oppression of the truth leads to possessions, being lost.

If you follow a prophet that believes and needs the innocent to be victims then what path do you follow?

If you need to pick up a weapon to make people submissive then what power do you live by?

Can you name 'their' god?

Before you begin a response know who 'they' are for 'they are not innocent.

What do you have to lose?

To accept the false teachings enables you to lose all that is and was, leaving nothing for the future.

The path of destruction into a vacuum is created how?

Can anyone explain where all the wealth has gone?

Rock On, Galactic Spin

2009-03-29T21:24:00.000-04:00

Rock On and On,,,

I like a good Ballad also... That's the night the light's went out in Georgia, see little sis she never miss's...

I have to write about the man behind the screen...

You're gonna scream... Shout! Out, shot like a missile from the mountain high... The Earth is alive, in a living universe...

Watching as the Galaxy turns... I always like that old Ford...

Keeping the pedal to the metal and the strings pulled tight, I'm gonna make a good tune one of these nights I'm gonna lay it down and drive it home...

Everything's gonna be alright on that night...

The Masters Hand

2007-12-18T21:46:00.000-05:00

How could I know,
The Love in your hands
I saw the look in their eyes
The Love expressed as they watched
Comforted by the Masters hands
Fed and Played with content to be
Walked and run
On a back road, dirt trail, or on the sand
They know the masters hand
Where ever you are,
That is where they want to be
Can you see what I see

They follow the masters hand
The hand of Love

Father's Day

2007-09-02T15:33:00.000-04:00

Father's Day

You raised me to know right from wrong,
you taught me to drive,
to have the freedom to choose my path and even live on the edge.

You wanted me to be a fighter,
standing up for myself and to make you proud.

Dad, you taught me to hunt and fish,
and you showed me the beauty of nature, and competition.

You kicked me under the chair when you didn't ask questions, your reflexive listening was absent. When later your ears finally opened and you came to understand, many years had passed I was no longer a boy yet I was still hurt, and you never knew of the other struggles when I couldn't turn to find your support, I didn't want to get kicked under that chair again, it was better when I get beat up just to shut my mouth and swallow what might come, either I'll survive or I'll be killed because our enemy is right here next door, our neighbors could care less about right or wrong, they just don't care about the other guy laying in the gutter.

They pass the victims by, never batting an eye, until one day it is them in the ditches of life and they wonder why?

Maybe one day you'll see that the stand I took for the right to be able to speak the truth, in court and in church was all part of a greater plan.

You see Dad, I learned right from wrong, and I know all the times that I was abused, well those were wrong events, that should have never happened.

I should have been able to talk to you, but often there were things that couldn't be said, you felt that I was a disgrace to your name,
I understand now how you looked at me and past me, you tried to reach me,
Twisted stomach half removed

It is a good thing I didn't catch on to fighting your way, if I did you would never be reading this letter now.

Not that you will, but in truth, I'd be dead, the bad people in high places would have pulled their triggers; instead of threatening with guns, put to my head.

I'd certainly be dead.

You know if I fought back they would have killed me for sure, I must take other avenues to overcome this abuse and violence that makes our world turn.

I choose to use my fingers, my typing skills that I learned,

they taught me that the pen is mightier than the sword, how can a word cut through to the core, of this I was never really sure.

But now, maybe they will see, just maybe they will know the real me.

I didn't fight back not on their terms, and for that, I'm not the man I was made to be, I danced to the beat of a different drum, I spun back around a pivot you see.

But who else knows of this pivot maneuever that I used? Of course he snuck his car up as close as he could. I could kneel on the bumper and his game is still afoot.

That lying detective you wanted to protect, what of all the people this man managed to convict?

I say yeah! What about all the innocent people this man lied about and what about all of the bad people that this man managed to help out?

Innocent people in jail and criminals let loose, what deals have you made to commit your son, and convict the innocent along with my mother the two of you betrayed your child, how could you act and do and say all those horrible things?

Allowing bullies to rule the streets and take my life away.

My dreams dashed upon the shores of time, everything was wasted and for naught, nothing good comes of any lie.

Nothing good comes from any of the lies.

Your eternal slave, in agony...

Mother's Day

2007-09-02T11:46:00.000-04:00

Mothers Day

Mommy Dearest,
it once again is Mother's day,
and what can I say?

If I say something nice it would only be a lie,
I'm not like you, I won't lie,

Unlike you I won't hit myself and claim that it was done by someone else,
I won't enter into your house and tear your marriage apart.

I'm here because you put yourself in a situation that allowed me to be.
I wanted you to love me.

And so you lied...
Again I cried!

Mister Mechanic

2007-08-19T11:56:00.000-04:00

This post is dedicated to the man that has hurt me many times, emotional abuse is also physical abuse, when one action leads to others acting against the innocent and victims are violated.

The other day I reported two problems with the vehicle I use for employment an image of this type of vehicle can be found here: Links to a Picture of the type of truck and My Story

My mechanic at work is weaving his web to violate me and so I could join the ranks of the unemployed soon.

I feel like one who is about to be crushed by a failed government that doesn't care about the individuals and individual safety.

The rich get richer, and the poor get smothered by abusers that are bullies constantly taking pieces out of the supports, in truth. There are two extremes; 1.) those that violate people violently with out a god in their heart or lives and 2.) those that are so righteous that they can't see or ignore the violence all around them.

At both extremes are fools that ruin life ignorant or very aware of the role each person has in participation with others and nature.

When the mechanic changed the hoist cable on my truck he left me a little message, a screw dropped, thrown, or put on the bed of my truck. The other task was left undone, he claimed the system was not malfunctioning, yet there is clearly a problem.

So once again, a reported problem isn't a problem when it is reported and not recorded, and to work around the malfunction puts the operator in jeopardy. In other words once again instead of making the minor repair, I have to work around something that would jeopardize my employment, if I circumvent the problem I risk the burden of a catastrophe. Both ways I suffer, and the mechanic sits back grinning ear to ear. I feel like a mine worker and the mountain is about to crash down upon me, or as though I'm crossing a bridge and it collapses...

But we all know that I'm the bad guy...

Here is a poem dedicated to Leonard Zepp (Leonifer)

Mister Mechanic
You left my nuts loose and dangling,
I came to you for a fix,
You left me in disrepair, completely showing me disrespect, you failed, your tasks, I didn't like when you laughed.
Mister Mechanic
You played with my hydraulics then you left my tank empty and drained, my pump burned out and my fittings leak.
Mister Mechanic
You should be a doctor with a Phd for what you did to me, my body is falling apart, you've bent and beaten my corners are flatened, I've been abused and raped; emotionally drained and stressed. I do protest.
Mister Mechanic
You're a back yard monkey that should be put out of business, my cable is breaking my pins are broken and you don't care about helping or making quality repairs.
Mister Mechanic
You're a theif and a bully, what you do is a crime, you violate human kind.
Mister Mechanic
The Constitution should protect me from you.
Mister Mechanic
Men with Phd's are just like you treating people like junk never getting to the truth, never doing their jobs just read my blog.
Mister Sociopath Mechanic and Doctor
I don't trust that your protecting the people in need of your care.
So many people with jobs to do, so many people failing to do their jobs.
How much better would this world be if people actually started doing what they are paid to do?
When Iraqi's stand up America will stand down. That was the promise, or that was the lie?

The other day, I handed Leonard a written report the pre-trip inspection report where I listed two problems with my vehicle, he looked at me and asked, "Do you trust me?" I told him quite specifically "No, he has a job to do and so do I, I've done my part, now it is time for you to do yours", he looked at me and stated, "I didn't physically hurt you." I replied, "yes, you did, you physically and emotionally hurt me." I didn't say anymore, I would have told him if anymore was to be said, that his involvment did bring physical harm to me, a gun was put to my head, and I lost time from work, I was forced medications, because he was playing head games with employees and employers. His meddling allowed the local police of his community to violate me and make me a victim over and over again, and he (Leonifer) even had me punished for his incompetence. Yes, Leonifer, you have hurt me physically and emotionally. He might be a mechanic able to repair machinery, but he isn't able to fix relationships and the wrongs committed against his family, and his ability to harm people reaches out beyond those he is in direct contact with. As a co-worker, he violated me, and this affected my family, my children and wife, my parents and extended social network. This was a complicated knot to untie, but all of the strings are visible, Randy Floyd, Leonifer, the judges, the church, the entire system is laid out and ready to be fixed.

Let the light shine bright and expose the problems from with in.

My Song to Sing

2007-06-23T11:16:00.000-04:00

My song to sing,
My love to bring,

I fly, as I hear your call to lift my soul
I breathe, your sweet fragrance, fills me and lifts me,

The light of love from above, my tears rain down,
Kissing sweet lips, caressing your cheeks,

Feel your soul
filled
rising up,

Sing for tomorrow the light of day
Everything new,

Stay for the moment
Stay forever

Share with the angels
All around...

One to another
One for each other

Blessed Be

Your Hand in mine

2007-05-26T19:38:00.000-04:00

Set me down and let my fingers fly,
I'll take you out of this place
High into the sky set to sail out beyond the sun

I'll write you a song that transports you and your dreams,
Screams of delight, spirits out of the night,
We'll dance, spun in circles set out in places only known to us, playing in the infinite universe,
Back again we'll remember our delight, working in the daylight.

We pass, glances beckoning cues, me to you and you to me, we smile all over again, a blush, that rush knowing two as one danced among the stars.

Beating Hearts, paced together Light bright from our eyes, Heaven open wide, your hand in mine it feels so right, I've known you forever as a part of my life.

I'll sing you a dance, that'll take you away, far away to fullfil your dreams, we'll dance among the stars.

Your hand in mine.

Uhmm? Is that what you're looking for? Not bad for free writing spur of the moment, should I spend some time reworking the lines with a little help well who knows? Who knows how far we could go... It is a dream, a reality for some, for many just another dream another tomorrow that we look for tomorrow.
If you know what I mean...

I know

2006-12-23T12:13:00.000-05:00

I know,I only want to know, I want to know the truth,I want to know who you are,I want to know your heart,I know I found you and you found meLike a shooting starwe travel so far for a moment so brighttogether we made the lightLike a shooting starWe light up each others lives,We light up the skyI want to knowIs your hand in mineDoes your body move and listen to my body Do you know how I feelI see your shadow danceI feel your mind connect with mineI knowI love to knowHow you feelPut your hand in mineLet's fly through timeLet our light shine bright through the dayLet's love all through the nightI knowMy heart of loveI know

I have one building inside of me

2006-12-23T12:12:00.000-05:00

I have one building inside of me, a poem or a song, a theme that runs deep down into the soul, and emotional cord is struck the tone is mellow and sad, or happy if I understand the meaning of tomorrow.

Today is now in the past and Now waits upon tomorrow, my sleepy eyes will rise, my lazy head will lift off of my pillow and to work I will go... A day of service for five in a row, I'll exchange for the pay that will keep me afloat.

My gift is to smile, My signature is to never say good-bye, I prefer to see you soon or I'll talk to you later. Truly I have to agree, I hate good-byes, my emotional side comes out, my eyes start to water, I work real hard to hold back the tears, I hide the fact that I'm about to cry...

Yep - I know what you mean.

I hate to throw things away, I know a keeper when I see one.

Peace and Blessings,

Sincerely,

Gary

Exception to the Rules

2006-12-03T15:05:00.000-05:00

Exception to the Rules

We live like shadows innocent and free,

We grow into mature structures rooted in the soil and they come to cut us down,

Laughing and cursing the elements that allow fortune and misfortune to change their world,

Seeking control, they cut and sneer at the very stalk that provides warmth,

Nation against nation, a pervasion intends invasion. Passion stolen, sold as free trade, that slave didn't make the grade.

Cut down the lies told of riches work for your wages, cut down low near the ground.

Little and large they all fall, one by one, for heat for fuel, for structures,

Trunks of trees and stalks of grain, used and consumed removed with out a cry.

Silent and covered the dishes go by, feeding the hungry warmth for the poor.

But me, I'm the exception to the rule; I simply step aside, and write of the folly of fools and their pride.

I can see lions and liars fighting selectively serving in time honored tradition, a war that is never won because we never really learned to tame the Earth.

Hostile nations and hostile peoples rule the night and try to keep out the light,

I'm the exception to the rule, sadly watching the folly of fools.

Listen here and gather near, I'll tell you a story, of innocence punished; I'll lay it all out for you to read. Selective offenses singled out and persecuted calling good evil, allowing evil to flourish.

Explore your beliefs, and know...

There is always an exception to every rule.

Life is larger than ALL

2006-07-22T11:05:00.000-04:00

Life is larger than all
A life lived well to be remembered

Death the end of what once began
Life the beginning of the end

What you sow on the Earth will not pass away
What is good will stay rooted planted in good soil and given the proper nutrients.

What is evil will surely be cut down and cast into the fire to be refined and made pure and holy at the right time.

Love awaits,

Pearly gates,

Found both day and night

Fishes swimming,

Freely giving

Communion
One, two, one creating more
Loving souls to fill the Earth
Go forth and take care of the creation, go forth and multiply.

Make today your tomorrow.

Peace and Blessings,

Sincerely,

Gary

The world at war again I'm hurt

2006-07-16T16:45:00.000-04:00

Now, The world at warTorn apart, Light in the DarkLife after DeathFor those that are knownThose that seeThose that careThose that sharePure Power, is True Love, Telling the truthHearing the voice, Listening to the song of praise and peace.Bullies decieve, with words to hurt and accuseBullies delight in abuseAbuse of Power...Again I'm hurt..

For me Somehow I must deserve it, The sorrow that I felt, psychological painhealing by sharingFinding ways to overcomeFinding places of protectionOld tools new,New tools to be used It is time to stop the abuse.

Even when you are not loved back,We set up rulesWe sit by poolsWe use all of our toolsWe wait to see,Will society rise to the call?Is there a place of protection Are we going to see a connectionElectricity fills the airAnother day arrivesAgain I could be deniedTomorrow holds the keyTo relieve my suffering

My Love You Moved away

2006-07-16T16:39:00.000-04:00

My Love,You deceived,I wouldn't speak,You moved away,

My love, finally you realized,You needed to apologize,You invited me in,You moved away,

My love, you forced me out,Your jealous heart made you pout,You drove me away when,You moved away,

My Love, you were blind,The depth of my love could be shared by all,Exclusive to you,You couldn't see you were scared,You moved away,

My Love, true for all, Open, Wide and Deep,Shunned, Falsely accused,Not willing to be abused,My Love moved away,

Never let your greatest fear become your reality, I would dedicate this poem to people with out conscience.

Flying in the wind the Phoenix Rises

2006-07-02T15:11:00.000-04:00

Win today, tomorrow we will draw the future Listen to what we say, the raw vision is a pictureYesterdays words are now long gone.Blown away on the wind, Future calls every human in.Indeed we all can win.Occasionally inviting,Interesting Freedom's flight.Out aheadIn the leadGoing out of sightVertical and Horizontal movements Away from this orbBreaking Earth's orbitEternal Bliss and Happiness

That our loving hearts did meet.Can only happen when we greet,great kindness unsurpassed not just passing by in the street.The third of four, P29 face to face 828.Knocking down, Heaven's Gates.Rising up, from the Dead, the Phoenix, strength and song.

Girl you are sweet,I'm flying high in my dreams,You lift me up,Fill my soul, you are my cup, and my thrillYour love I would never want to spillSo take me in, fill up my sensesRock my worldLeave me speechlessTake me deep into the night, high over the hill,Take my breath, my fears, and all of my tears.I long for the days when we all will be happy,Down in the valley the peasants weep,High on the mountains are the homes of the elite.When we reach our climax it is then we can see over all that is was and ever will be.

The Trinity Light Day and Night

2006-06-27T15:58:00.000-04:00

In the Night
The Light of the Moon
Bursting forth from behind a shroud of clouds

Rising Higher into the sky
Above the veil that would try to hide
The moon shining large and bright
Crossing the Heavens on a Silver trail

Stars twinkling bright long into the night
The moon on its radial flight
Spinning round orb of the night

A Light so Bright
Seen by you and me
From the reflection of words Written Here
The earthly dance
A Life of Romance

The Trinity;

Sun, Moon, and Earth

Life, Gift, and Truth

GOD, You, and Me

Peace,

GOD, Jesus, and ALL

Heart Bleeding

2006-06-25T17:32:00.000-04:00

When Darkness comes the cold chill of winters air, blows deep into your soul
Death is near, filled with despair and we really don’t care how many we tear down
With one life deprived, why should we be kind and leave our world alone
We drown in our sorrows our choices we made, and now seeking to take as many as can be found a banquet prepared for destinies call nothing was fair for this life was cruel.

Love was found freedom was shared, and taken away, down the hall the door is opened and nothing is in sight, Dark, Despair, Polluted Air, and nothing we did was right.
Kindred souls lay waste into the morning light, to be burnt and dried into dust in the noon day sun. Blown away on the wind; how many did we take with us? The goal not to end alone in a grave created from all of the stones thrown.

Picking up stones and casting them out, one person catches another and three, these stones were all returned faster and harder and more furious than the first that was thrown obscured by the deep pain and cry for attention the gathering of many, to bring one of healing, cast out and exiled, thought to have lived a life defiled, and indeed it was found that sorrow would rule the day. The day they called him gay, he turned away, and never looked back. Until the day they wanted to have their way, and then it was them, that punished and cursed the very one able and capable of quenching their thirst. They wanted more and because they couldn’t have what they sought they turned on their deliverer and stuck him on a stick, they thought they could kill this man.

Down he came, alive and nearly lame, healed and tortured again. Lying under a new stone grave all of the Angels would not sing, out of sight, no muse could hear, the words crying out for help, from the pain. The world was full of disdain. The world was ready to die, not even one would survive.

I looked around, there were many graves to be found, virgins with out blemish, bodies discarded like rubbish strewn about everywhere. Many were taken out on that day when they decided to finish what started a long time ago. The question was never did you believe in GOD the question is are you sure you’re not an alien, are you sure you’re a child of GOD’s creation? Do you know you’re origin? Are you sure you’re not a product of Evolution, making Love like worms secretions on the surface never getting below skin deep. Thoughts are connecting similar minds pained by abuse to carry out and use tools of old, to punish a new.

Midnight calls mental frustration, hypothetical obligation, to the alien nation. GOD’s command revere the life of the father and mother, for there is no gift greater than the gift of life, a child the building of nations and the making of great expectations.

Who would you be to take life away from any of these, as many as you can find because you are caught, hands down, in a bold faced lie, a lie against the good of humanity, a lie against a man like me.

You reap havoc upon all nations, and in the end you just couldn’t see the pain you caused to people like me.

The pain you caused by your choices that you thought made you free.

Check your emotions; are you feeling a great conviction, the weight of the world pressing hard against your chest? We’ve all made mistakes, but what does it take? When we find our mind is closed to the truth that we are told, when right is called wrong and wrong is called right… Why is it then that the poet begins to write? Poetic justice or the injustice, that sparks the flame of life and words to be heard. The hidden message, written because; so many people have led good people down the road of destruction. A heart bleeding death of those that used to be, seeking life eternally, offered that life once again.

Love is the light of the world and Love is inclusive, bringing people together in the end.

Peace and Blessings,

Sincerely,

Gary

Exposing the truth

2006-06-12T20:32:00.000-04:00

Exposing the truth by the son

What is the human will

In the middle of any given mess

The spectator is a witness

And we become the instrument of truth

The moment we back out we give up all of our rights,

We give in to the darkness that hides, in the lies of those with much to gain at the losers expense another victim, no recompense.

A dirty deed done by each and everyone that has something to hide by not doing what is right.

The expected thing for people to do is the will of those that demand the truth.

Lifting the veil and no lie can hide when exposed to the light all evil deeds become transparent.

You can not hide lies from a real parent.

A real parent would not lie,
A real parent would not teach children to lie,
A real parent would not lie to the children.

Exposing the truth by the son

Written by GJL

My Love

2006-06-12T19:13:00.000-04:00

My Love,

My love is true.

The heart of my love is pure and open.
My Love would not hide in a box.

My Love would not live in a bag; my Love would open the door.
My Love would offer me a place for my stuff and not make me live on the fringe.

We would live in a house built out of Love; we would have a home a place to call our own.

My Love would understand my values and seek to help me be comfortable; we would both have a seat at the table.

My Love would care for my children our Love we would share.

Down the Hall and to the Right

2006-06-04T02:25:00.000-04:00

Hallo,

To some I'm familiar, to those I haven't met, I pray a seat be granted for one as cumbersome as me.

Down the Hall and to the Right,
I found a door, and saw a sight,
My wandering mind processed in the night,
I'm not certain if I can find the light,
My heart started racing,
My feet started pacing,

I turned on a dime,
My mind
My core churned,
The palms of my hands burned,
Charred and seared,

Sweat pouring down my face,
I felt so out of place,

Stage Fright
Time to leave
Moving - Left,

Good Night
Sweet Dreams

Everything is fine in the Morning Light
When night is out of sight.

Peace and Blessings,

Sincerely,

Gary

Monday's Pain

2006-06-02T20:22:00.000-04:00

I’m going to dedicate this poem to my friends at AT&T Worldnet, you can follow up the details in <a href=http://tgwbmyjournal.blogspot.com/> my journal. </a></li> The day I was violated was 5-22-06.

Monday’s Pain

On Monday I lost my last Identity,Wednesday, I worked out the bugs that had me bothered,
I saw the trees, a forest green,Flowers yellow and white, many yet to bloom...
Colorful roses, My life, my visions, my thoughts,
Shared, scared, Caring and Fearing,
Feeling overworked and good about a job done well,
My rights violated that is the only Hell found in the universe.
What has happened and where will it take me, will I make friends or will I make another enemy?
What would you give for Love?Love that fits like a glove,
Heart beats, words meet...
Kisses sweet,
Life given burning deep inside, Cooled by Love's eternal flame...
What is in the meaning of a name?
A mans character defamed, and on the road to recovery.
The future is clear to see.
There is no I in we...

Honor and Condemnation

2006-05-30T19:34:00.000-04:00

Honor and Condemnation,
From the condemned,
Reaching out to a nation,
Complaining about separation.

She had to do it to prove that she loved him.

But it wasn't his love,It was his love that he was created,Son of man, Son of Woman,Son of them and her love that betrayed his life,Together with his wife,Against his love,The Love of his life,DefeatedBeatenConsumed and AbusedWould that one would want to change, but change none that only one could change.Great pain, in knowing that strain of tortureLove flowing to an end, Bleeding and pouring out of empty vesselThe need to be replenished ever feeling drainedLife and Love intermingled flow of words of encouragement, lost, forlorn, cast awaySky's are grey ~~ Take it away ~~

Stress

2006-05-30T19:30:00.000-04:00

Stress, What a mess,I could see, Where you would be,If I were a tree maybe I'd be tall and strong,My roots would not be anchored in sand.When the winds blow,I would remain firm,My foundation, found beyond the here and now...In a place where we are all full of grace,We can see it not in your face, but in your words,That is where you truly shine...And from there you seek to be perfect,Calm and Peace and perfect grace,hand in hand with hope and faith...

Opening Doors

2006-05-28T12:59:00.000-04:00

Opening doors a new day begins,

May I write my own song?

Do I need to ask permission?

Where are the lines and all of those rhymes?

Are they coming from deep inside?

Full of emotion, full of elation, sending it out into every nation.

A poem or a song; what is the difference? When words are read or sung a melody is heard.

The beating of a heart, the words crisp and clear, reflections of Love that is what we want you to hear.

Words wrapped around you to comfort or hug,
Making our world feel safe because we can rise above.

Sharing our caring and all of our Love.

Peace and Blessings To GOD, and From GOD; we ALL work together to complete the tune and participate, in making the world a better place.

We all share in GOD's grace with great faith sent from above.

Gary

Double edged Sword

2006-05-16T22:05:00.000-04:00

Peace and Blessings,
Double edged sword,

Handled incorrectly,
Can lead you away from your lord,

Cutting like a knife,
To remove all of the world's strife,

Handled correctly,
Will bring you back again,

One made small,
One made tall,

The double edged sword,
The word spoken out of turn,

An accusation,
Falsely created brings shame to the nation.

Truth accumulation,
It is the only source of information,

Standing on the edge of time,
Never standing outside, cold, and alone.

Where you are, you are always home.

Poetic justice
From an injustice

Standing against the fall,
Providing strength for all,

Tripped up, picked up, set up, slipped up,
Never again, so bold, so blunt,
Such cold hearted hatred.

We learn, we earn, and we yearn for Peace and Blessings,
Not a Double edged Sword.

In the Night

2006-05-06T10:57:00.000-04:00

Fundamental changes

2006-05-04T21:18:00.000-04:00

Fundamental changes,

Profound images,

Thoughts so large,

Works so small,

A house on a hill, trees all around,
Sleeping tonight, awake before the morning light,

Caressing, Dressing, Rushing along,
Wind in your hair, singing a song...

Love to be alive,
I'm so thrilled that I can drive a line, a word, a wish for peace and accountability...

GOD Bless,

Sincerely,

Gary

Children working together

2006-04-25T20:25:00.000-04:00

Children working together sharing and caring,Children growing up and growing older, living, and loving,Children finding life is a lesson from the day we are born we learn, each and every one of us,Loved by GODSome people say that their life is full of pain, some people will complain, some will create their own pain, some will overcome, with a smile and love, they will share their joy, a contagious condition.Can you pass it or catch it?

Leaking from the TOP

2006-04-07T22:29:00.000-04:00

Leaking from the TOP...

Sinking Ships, the Whole Cabal...

Delay and Libby, it is almost fun watching the fishin' - playin' - they got them, they're just watchin' what else is shakin' out... If I was in politics, I'd be flyin' real straight...

Like lookin' at fossils through a high power pair of binocular glasses - them politicians are in the hot seat...

They're fryin' on immigration, and they're fryin' on hypocritical comments...

Who is going to knock the next one out of the park?

Is that an ear mark or an amendment?

If I had to do it I would be required to do it right the first time.

Why is it different for politicians?

The American Politburo exposed,

Bush,
Abramoff,
Delay,
Rumsfeld,
Enron,
Libby
Insurgents (Infidels)
Cheney,

The Axis for Evil, people in power, absolutely corrupted by absolute power…

The Heart Beat

2006-03-14T21:59:00.000-05:00

I feel it and I hear it...The pace that is deliberate pushing forward, blood flowing and a body that is growing. Stronger and wiser, Older yet remaining young and soft, working always day and night.The pure heartAlways was and always will be...

I once had the message like you

2006-02-09T19:42:00.000-05:00

I once had the message like you, I once saw things the way you do, and then my eyes were opened wide, I was forced to take a look inside, what a beautiful sight to behold, it was an old old story that I was told.I was hung and sacrificed; I saw everything in the wink of an eye, the procreation and the explanation.I need to show you how important life is to me, and I need to follow the life that we were taught to lead, shaking off the sand as I walk away from those that don't understand, for I am a man and I do require the truth to be told. I love to stand on the firm foundation of truth the solid rock that I have found where I take my stand against the things I know are false. Maybe one day you too will see...It is easy if you try, just look deep into my eyes, as I tell you my story and you will know, the truth that I share can not be made up or told time and time again with out missing a beat, all of the things are detailed way too well, you might think my life a living reflection of a very bad spell, but in deed I am just me, a man that has suffered a great injustice and the church was truly involved. Our religion needs to evolve... Church is not required; we need to worship 24/7 from the time we get up until the time we go to bed. Even our sleep is a part of the gift that we have as Children of GOD and the great Plan.

Shes down on her knees

2006-01-25T04:21:00.000-05:00

She’s down on her knees

(In Progress)

She’s down on her knee’s prayin’ GOD please send me a man,
She’s down on her luck; her Love is not reached with deceit,
She kicked him in the head, and she doesn’t understand why he hurts like he does,

She learned to defend by attacking and defaming the ones that she is supposed to love.
In constant pain, the tears fall like rain,
She never sees the tears that are cried by the actions of her lies or her smiling face.
She’s oblivious to her own disgrace.

She is in cahoots with people that kill their young, and run away…
She runs like a useless hunting dog, never listening to the master’s command,
He calls out her name and she is not there, she is off running after another dream.

A false reality created out of misinterpretations and deceptions, she never has to say that what she did was wrong, and she will never mend the wrongs and make them right.

And another man gets pushed around, never being allowed to get off of the ground, others take over where she has failed to lift him up and help him to win his race.
His life is not ruined and in disgrace, he won’t stay down, he pushes on and on…

He’s down on his knees, Lord please send me a wife, someone to be compassionate and love me for the man that I am. Lord please create for me a new life, I want love that is sensitive and kind, the kind of love that is not so hard to find. A love that gives you piece of mind, Lord send me a real wife, not one to ruin my life. I’m so sad that I married a runaway wife; she tried to run my life, and now she can’t do anything right. I’ve been kicked in the head, and I see my relationship is dead, her words churn in the pit of my stomach, so vile my bile rises up, and I hurt. She never had to apologize for the pain that she caused; she never fixed the wrongs to make them right.

Lord, I need a partner not an abuser of the rules, but one that knows and cares and shares, a woman that loves from her heart, and doesn’t allow her head to play games with the words that are said, I need someone that understands, and knows that I am a good man.

I need a woman that sees me for who I really am, and won’t be led by other people and their evil intentions to separate us and destroy our relationship, a woman that won’t kill the baby inside… One that has beautiful eyes that takes me away to places I’ve never been.

Lord send me a real wife, a partner for eternity, one that can talk to my heart and heal the pain and the hurt of my past life. Lord send me a real Lover of Life.

Poetry in Song

2006-01-22T16:53:00.000-05:00

Poetry in Song

I like poetry and song it is like a hug, entered in through the ear, and swirling around in my mind, lyrics and words all in rhyme...Just another song in words...

Spouses Lament

2006-01-08T15:47:00.000-05:00

Spouse’s Lament

In the beginning we work by day and sneak around at night.
We get to know each other, we know our moves, and we play.

He speaks of things to be, and she agrees.
We move together, we marry.

Children are born to the one chosen and the partner provides.
Time away from home; exhausting days, short nights we struggle to get by.

Employment, and duties; interference, and accusations someone calls it Vocational Profiling. What it really is, simply put, we have another injustice on our hands.

Abuse from the past, fears generated in the present, a wife becomes irrational and signs away her soul. The deed is done, the evil has won. Never more will life be the same.

Hidden eyes will not look at the one who lies. Darkness sets in, another depressing night.
Behind the walls of laughter, they carry on. Outside the victim remains; full of pain, waiting for the corrections, an apology that will never supervene.

But we pray,

Soon there will be a day,

When people will know; not to follow the lie,

The down hill slide,

Go and hide.

Hypothetical reality

2006-01-04T22:17:00.000-05:00

Hypothetical reality

When your hypothetical thoughts; become more real than your reality.
What if and what could becomes more real than what will.

When you become afraid of those around you and you want to run away
When living makes you angry with yourself and others around you

Where darkness rules over the light, lies become truths, and pain is inflicted and all you do is turn your head and look away, as the withering mangled mess that you created writhes in pain and agony. Your eyes do not see; me the one that got hurt.

Like the forefathers before and before them was the pain of the torture of the mind that was theory and not reality, you shun the light of love, and trade your soul to the deep dark night.

Tomorrow’s journey begins, reality brings forth the spring. The light of day will soon dawn, and up will come the sun to nourish the seeds with radiant light from above.

Reality, GOD’s Love

To Love

2006-01-04T21:01:00.000-05:00

You can love a person and hate their actions.

You can be a lover and the love is not received or seen.

You can be warm, for another and they can be cold to you, deceitful and callous. You can Love the other person and hate their attitude.

You can be a provider, and they can take away what you have provided.

You can work hard and they can accost you behind your back.

You can grow up in a town where children attack.

You can be fought on school property and never swing back, and you can be disciplined for fighting even though you didn't provoke the assault.

You can love people and hate their deeds; they grow like weeds abundant dirty seeds.

You can love people and hate the acts of lying and cheating.

You can love people from a distance when you find that you can not trust, the ones that you used to call family and friends.

The track is new and fresh there are no ruts here, I could have so much more to share.

I dont want to hear

2006-01-03T05:46:00.000-05:00

I don’t want to hear stories about what you do,
I wanna know what is up with my children,

I don’t want to talk small talk with you,
I wanna know; what I need to do next, for the sake of the ones that need to be loved.

I don’t want to listen to the events of your life,
You are no longer what I consider a wife,

Run away tell your lies, and cry, with cold, unfeeling eyes.
Steel fortitude takes all you have, and all that would be.
The hardened heart just doesn’t see, passed the pain and suffering.
There was a man, who cared, but was never reached.
We know now how he was despised.

No comments were made, no questions were asked, and they acted on every word that she spun, in all of the confusion something would have to die: trust, hope and happiness that is what was lost.

Look at the cause of the pain and the strife, you never could admit that you made a mistake; you never could admit that your life spun out of control, you never could admit that you were just another abused soul.

But fingers you pointed at the one who came to provide a safe haven for you and he gave you his name. You kept him at bay; you never gave to him the same way he gave to you. You exclude the man that you said you wanted when you said “I Do”. You singled him out, you didn’t include him in the parenting role, in the gifts of your soul, and you gave away all that you had. You didn’t give anything back to the man that you claimed to have loved.

He received your wrath, and his pain is a mark in the pages of history, just another way to make the world suffer, as society joins in on the kicking and picking on a man that has been knocked down. Not once, not twice, but all of his life. This time I was stabbed in the back by a woman that called herself my wife.

Abused as a Child

2006-01-03T05:20:00.000-05:00

Abused as a Child

She slinks through the streets, behind his back like a whore.
Her love she hides from while seeking out her kind,

Searching for what she believes to be the cure for their minds,
Finding people with chemicals to sell, she will begin to raise another kind of hell.
She doesn’t dance and her words are unkind.

Her husband is blind to the conversations of attack, all of the things that she said behind his back.
She wields her tongue like a whip with words of gossip, little lies to convince others as she talks with cold blank eyes.
Words of deceit, she repeats over and over again, ripping off pieces of his flesh with each new whip.
Lashing out, she prepares his assent he’ll have to carry his cross, in a public display, because of her ways.

She isolated this man that she claimed to have loved, and every time she proclaims this love, she adds new pain.
Like a knife driven deep into his back, searching out his heart, she makes yet another attack.

Abused as children, they both had their pains, hers was not as obvious, and she found a better way to hide, while reading books her associates became men and women that have high degrees. Another way to lord over a husband that just didn’t quite measure up; the social ladder she wanted to climb was different than the one that he had in mind. The standards were high, yet he did try to provide.

In the beginning he did give to everyone, the dangers he chose to challenge as he provided services to his community scared the wife left at home, wondering if he will come home. Work to him away, day after day, he couldn’t even give to the department that he trained with; his volunteer days were over, he started a family.

Yet she still was not satisfied.

Abused as children they worked together, but she captured every moment she created as sin for him. She would never confront him about issues she didn’t understand, she would gossip and tell stories just slightly out of line, out of context and out of time. She brought back the pain, and denied her part, her involvement, the darkness of her heart. The weight of the world is resting, square on his shoulders; as she sneaks behind his back, climbing on that train to attack.

The children she tries to protect are in a vulnerable position, as she never had a nice word to say about her husband.
She soon will return to her pattern lashing out with her tongue to those that she claims to love.

She runs away from the things that she fears, she runs away and many tears fall, because she doesn’t know or listen to the right kind of call.

The only pieces that will remain are so broken and full of disdain.

She talks behind his back once again.

Another story,

Another time,

Maybe found in another rhyme.

Stars vs Blackholes

2005-11-12T08:37:00.000-05:00

Stars vs. Black holes

Some people are stars, while some have deep dark negative forces.

Some people shine brightly while others take away the light of life and love.

Some people kill relationships while other nurture and empower.

There are stars, among shinning Angels to cast out the darkness.

Light defeats the darkness removing shadows from our lives.

Military Madness; the sign, of being in a hole, deep, and dark.

We can only let our light shine in, and shine on, when we know the madness has taken hold of weak and independent minds.

We are in a war that is suicide.

Taught by scripture; death, and sacrifice.

A new day dawns for Peace on Earth.

Bush against the critics who don't like war for lies. Bush is burning, smoke has filled his mind, clouded judgment, a certain sign of things unreal, the country, in need of new hands at the wheel.

Climb the mountain

2005-10-16T11:32:00.000-04:00

Climb the mountain in the middle of the night,

Look UP, it is quite a sight.

The universe before you stars multiplied.

Hidden objects which are not seen in the day, are light.

Only one pure and holy,

Any other is just of the wrong type of mind.

Seek first the kingdom that you would want here on Earth.

Now see the reality that you keep from others like you and me.

The want of money is not always greed; it is a reward for a very good deed.

To expose; the darkness, and bring evil into the light.

Shine the Light, Shine On, Jesus Shine On.

Allow the light of Christ to shine on through you.

Peace and GOD Bless

I stand on GODs grace

2005-10-15T16:02:00.000-04:00

I stand on GOD's grace
That when the mountains tremble
And the Rafters Rock
The waters Rise
You will know what GOD despised
Look to the Heavens
Look to the skies
Where is my Lord and Savior?
Why doesn't he arrive?
There wasn't another Lie.
Was there?

Jesus I do believe is to come into the hearts of you and me.

Don’t look to the skies, look into the other person’s eyes.

Look into the heart and then you get to decide.

Where is Love, Trust, and Compassion.

Let a new day dawn as the sun comes up and we are the ones to rise.
We are the meek that will stand against the negative forces and seek peace.

Peace through Love

GOD wants the Children Back,
We want our children back,

GOD BlessAll; ALL that Bless GOD

Let me see

2005-10-15T15:56:00.000-04:00

Let me see,

If I write and you are blind
You read without really taking the time

Your Hearing without listening
The wind blows and the snow is glistening
Your heart is cold and Ice caps appear
Your love is filled with fear

The unknown man is working with GOD's plan
He rides the waves of life
Inspired by a guiding hand
Reaching out and being taken in

Hugs so sweet, Angels dancing at his feet
Love so kind in the shadows of his mind
He takes his time, sips his coffee
And then resumes GOD's great plan, Love.

In Free Flight

2005-10-15T15:52:00.000-04:00

In Free Flight

We sail into thoughts

We bring our Dreams into reality

In Free Flight

We never have to give up what we believe in

In Free Flight

We can be what ever we want to be

Be True to the Real You

In Free Flight

The Colors of Life become so bright and clear

In Free Flight

We cast of our troubles and see them gently Floating to the Ground

Like a Gentle Kiss

In Free Flight

We Explore and Adore

In Free Flight

We never have to hide in the Night

In Free Flight

You will see the most awesome Sights

In Free Flight

Your day starts with the Morning Light

In Free Flight

Your Heart is set right

In Free Flight

You Can See the Light

In Free Flight

The River of Love

The River of Life

Is shared between You and Me and all is made right

In Free Flight

Sailing past the boundaries

Passing gates of common understanding

Knowing Life and Love with no Strife

In Free Flight

We make quite a sight

In Free Flight

Love Comes and never leaves us Lonely

In Free Flight

You can set the world Right

With the light of Love

In Free Flight

Nobody has control

No one needs control

You believe what You need

In Free Flight

You set your World to your Dreams

And Dreams are not meant to be broken

In Free Flight

We repair the Fractured Fairy Tail

In Free Flight

The Lies of a man are exposed

In Free Flight

You are not denied your chance to fly

In Free Flight

You are the Star

In Free Flight

The World Is the Orchestra

I want to teach the World to sing

In Free Flight

A song from You and Me

Spirits in the Sky

2005-10-15T15:51:00.000-04:00

Spirits in the Sky
Ever twisting, Ever gliding
Spirits in the Sky

Spirits In the Sky you can’t deny
Just you and me
Setting Sail ever Free
Spirits in the Sky…
Dreaming
From Morning To Nigh
Spirits in the Sky…

You take me up so High
Our hearts beating
Beating on the Wind Like wings Lifting us so Gracefully
We are ascending into the Heavens
Love Connects Us as we dance
A flight of Romance…
Just You and Me

Spirits in the Sky…
Love lifting us so High
A never ending smile
Reaching out beyond you and Me…

She's My Fantasy

2005-10-15T15:50:00.000-04:00

According to my check book and the correspondence I have with poetry.com this poem was published in a book of poetry called, ‘On the wings of Pegasus’ Well I don’t know if it is true or not. But I wrote this poem.

She’s My Fantasy

All I ever think about night and day
She is a Dream
She’s a Lover
She makes me want more and more
She is my desire,
She is my passion
She sets my soul on Fire

When I reach out she is there
Any time and Any where
She comes to find me everywhere
She is a Dream
She’s a Lover
She is a Doll

She takes away all my fears
She makes me feel so good
When she tells me how she Loves Me
She's My Fantasy
She never Fights
We make Love all through the Night

She’s my fantasy
She will do anything for me
She’s my Wife
Now what a Life

And What can I do for My Wife?
I can pull her up along side of Me
I can reach out and do anything
I've become her Fantasy

I fell for a Dream

2005-10-15T15:47:00.000-04:00

I fell for a Dream, a Fantasy
A time when things were all wrong
Charged for a violation of conduct
Lies told by a detective
and an attempt to clear my name
Nearly 1 and a half years into my effort
and What more could go wrong?
Life was just going along day by day
Several events were attended from a community growth center that was called a Church
I will not attend another Church service because of what these people have done to me…
To sit on the Name of Jesus and commit harm to others and expect that your sins would be forgiven is preposterous…
So what happened?
And where did the dream come in?
I haven’t had a dream for years now, at least none on any regular basis
In fact the dreams of my life are quickly fading away…
What I wanted and who I wanted to be was a fading memory
Life would never be the same after the events that were about to happen
When you read a book of curses or study such literature you must becareful of how the material can affect your life
I hadn’t known that the teacher a really good teacher would make such an impression on our lives…
My daughters fourth grade teacher…  He and His wife would die in a horrible freak car accident…  An SUV pulling a camper would suddenly go out of control and the SUV would be driven off of the highway leaving the camper behind and on its side…  The SUV struck a tree and started to burn…  The Driver He sustained serious injuries from the accident but the wife was trapped in the vehicle trying to find a way out she could not…  That weekend there would be a memorial service for the two accident victims very prominent members of their community…  As my family attended the service with the neighbor Family from across the street, I would have the opportunity to council the two boys about why we were standing in line to meet the family of the former teacher and his wife…

Four days later I would be involved in a little incident in the local borough near where I work…  A minor traffic accident occurred for reasons that I believe are atrocious…  Inconsideration from others caused the accident, of which I really wasn’t to sure of whether I was or wasn’t a participant in…

The Flight of the Eagle

2005-10-15T15:44:00.000-04:00

The Flight of the Eagle

We sail away into the heavens our paths braided into the sky…
Soaring into the Sun We circle and fly…
Destiny awaits us eternity not stopped…
We soar and dip and dance in the sky…
Playing and laughing
Smiling and Singing
For what is it that God has given us so good..
It is Love and above everything there is nothing so precious…
We Live and Soar Flying ever Higher and Never burning out…
Growing stronger each day… Miles may separate us but our spirits grow closer each day…
From one side of the Nation to the Other We can cross 3,000 miles in the Blink of an eye…
Flying closer Soaring through the clouds to meet in the middle…

The Buck

2005-10-15T15:43:00.004-04:00

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About The Buck
While listening to these two programs Wednesday October 12th 2005 I was reminded of my poem the Buck. The Buck is a very graphic poem one that I first wrote, I felt that I had a calling to be a romance writer, that I could share my self and my love. The stories that inspired me to recall and share my little poem with you are located at these two links.

Aspen Tree Population Suffers in Northern Arizona by Mitch Teich

Elk Mating Season Proceeds in the Rockies by Jeff Brady

The Buck

I am the Buck and you are my mate…
You give yourself to me Freely..
I come to you Freely
I enter into you and delight in your warmth…
You desire me and I desire you we share our feelings our thoughts and our dreams

P.S. The comment below is a complimentary poem that I also wrote. GJL
(Two poems one card.)