(Poem) Ghosts Of My Present

Each day of life that I open my eyes

I see my life for its good and its bad

To first see, I try to understand myself

The Ghosts within my heart and mind persists

To understand the things, acts, and events

They roam freely the interstates of my heart

Not just the nights when I fight them for sleep

Even when the sun is high, there are people and events

Within my heart and mind they are embossed upon my soul

The ghosts of my present, keep my heart and mind at risk

Some like Casper are dear and loving memories

Wishing I could once again hold them and kiss their cheek

To hug them tightly and let them know how much they’re missed

There are others like Casper’s three not so friendly Uncles

Wearing steel cleats as they walk across my pillow and heart

Raking up the memories of all the hurts and blood spilled

Some of which my actions from ignorance no doubt I caused

No way now to correct any of my sins in my past

Nor the hurts I have caused within the life I lived

These ghosts that haunt my present day and night

Whether they be good or bad they are part of life

Until our very last breath is drawn and gone

Ghosts that haunt us, with them we all must sleep

Live Until You Die

Live Until You Die

 

 

What price do we put on our days

We toil and we labor and  we sweat

Heartbeats given cannot be re-gotten

Youth like life itself quickly fade away

 

Old man, shakes from life’s lessons received

Bodies will age yet the mind keeps deep secrets

Memories good and bad linger in the gray matter

Rocking in our chairs, will we have memories worth having?

 

Doctor tells you it’s a short time till you die

Do you ever wonder if in this life you have ever lived

If we left tonight would anyone even notice we’re not there

Life is up too one’s own inner circle of the mind, of our choices

 

Live your life, breathe the fresh air of your psychological freedom

Governments and employers may rule our bones, but never our Souls

The Comforter within liquidates the stress lain upon us so we can live

Enjoy your freedom, breathe the fresh air, live all the life that you can

 

Dirt baths are a race that none of us will win in the end for the end is the end

Laid in the dirt it is over, no more chances to frolic with our children, or theirs

What will it really mattered that you spent your life toiling as you have done

Our history flies by us, what can we say we did today, if the undertaker greets us tonight?

 

 

(Philosophy/Poem) America, O How I Will Miss You

AMERICA, O HOW I WILL MISS YOU

 

A Truckers Farewell Song

 

Hardly a month now have I been gone from your highways

Now living the sad picture of a life that I have always dread

No longer each morning waking to new air and your scenery

Your pictures hopefully forever framed now within my head

Bad health, depression, normal aches and pains age brings on

They have now ended the only life I had ever wished to live

 

 

Sweet beautiful Lady for decades you let me sing your songs

Thank you so much for all the memories both good and bad

Depression in ones old age I’ll find a way to kick your ass

Those of us who have worked like a junk yard dog all our lives

Who broke our backs and families working for a poor mans dime

Health problems and broken hearts no choice if we marry you

 

 

America, sweet Lady do you now see the cost of loving thee

A lifetime your threads I crossed Sea to shining beautiful Sea

Pretty lady your winding roads I know every pothole and stitch

Pictures in my mind forever of all your beautiful scenery

No longer will I be able to tread thee

Nor travel the roads of our cold North Sister

Your wonderful memories sketched forever in my mind

America I salute you, and I thank you, Good Night

(Poem) Ghosts Of My Present

Each day of life that I open my eyes

I see my life for its good and its evil

To first see, then try to understand myself

The Ghosts within my heart and mind persists

To understand the things, acts, and events

They roam freely the interstates of my heart

Not just the nights when I fight them for sleep

Even when the sun is high, there are people and events

Within my heart and mind they are embossed upon my soul

The ghosts of my present, keep my heart and mind at risk

Some like Casper are dear and loving memories

Wishing I could once again hold them and kiss their cheek

To hug them tightly and let them know how much they’re missed

There are others like Casper’s three not so friendly Uncles

Wearing steel cleats as they walk across my pillow and heart

Raking up the memories of all the hurts and blood spilled

Some of which my actions from ignorance no doubt I caused

No way now to correct any of my sins

Nor the hurts I have caused within my past

These ghosts that haunt my present

Whether they be good or bad

Until our very last breath is drawn and gone

These ghosts that haunt us, we all must sleep