Perfect Timing

Listen I do and thinking of you.
As I always do... "Perfect Timing"
I always cry taking the test...
the Sun beginning to rest.

It's over my shoulder,
glowing to the right.
Heaven's beams in my tears...
leaves flashing, falling down.

I sat all day waiting for the right time.
It arrived with cold and gold... and red.
I want to see them again the way...
I used to put them to bed.

Who is "You?"

After all is said and done... like you, like me... we're the leaders of our lives. First choice, freedom of choice... you and I, like all who are blessed as Americans, have that God given free will to decide if we are or are not to be.
Everything we own we are blessed by God to possess. We know this. Our parents before us knew it and so on and so on. Our right to consume and maintain with pride and dignity by what we earn is the truth behind everything we stand for. No matter what it costs... it sets us free.
While we're here we just rent a space in time and what we have by what we've earned, to the one's we love... we'll gladly leave behind.
I... do... what I do. It's my responsibility and mine alone. I am the leader of what "goes down" and "what's up" in my world. I am a Citizen and I pay my dues from living near a "Johny Pump" to paying at the gas pump.
Life is about you and who believes in you. It's simply too brief and too beautiful for anything else.
"Anything else."... my fellow American, is your right... not to believe in.

Guilt + Gratitude = Attitude

The title says Guilt + Gratitude = Attitude
How simple is that?
We all know endless lists of sayings, proverbs and... words of wisdom. Today I submit this.
"Why?" is the basic reaction when we're confronted with people who have issues coping with who they are and they need to come off defensively when they should really be thankful we're there for them.
Why do people do what they do when they should simply appreciate and be thankful for how you treat them? I've always felt it just might be jealousy or envy, low self esteem, immaturity or selfishness. All that.
They're excuses that just don't cut it with me any longer.
If you truly appreciate someone... just show it.
Say it.
That is of course... if you can and you have what it takes.
Try not to let your guilt sway your ability to be grateful by substituting it with anger.
May I present a simple equation...
Guilt + Gratitude = Attitude
One last thing. Those same people will read this and what I've said will piss them off.
Gratitude... a little goes a long way.

I Know

There are things I do that mask over the hands of time and bring happiness to the present.
I do what I do.
Talent, talent... talents and with both hands so many I did and still do.
They ice over good and bad... what I haven't and what I've had.
I'm vulnerable... an easy target, "... this is you."
True until death
My passions see me through.

The Curse of the Caul

All through my life I have been confronted with situations and peoples choices to either do good by me or not. I never understood why after my involvement, which could have gone one way or the other... all who did good by me... met with good and all who chose to do bad... got bad.
I can not put it into simpler terms.

I have been like a "crossroad" for everyone who has had personal contact with me. I want to express what all this means to people I meet but... it's a bit much for most to grasp.
My code of life for all who know me. "You do good, You get good." There's only one thing I leave out ... doing it "by ME."

I've witnessed so many who came to that crossroad and encounter me and their destiny. I've been told by people who love me that I'm such an, "easy target".
Understanding... now... who and what I am has convinced me of how destiny effects life... and death.

We do what we do.

What is "Why"

Why... ?

There's no answer.
My friends have them all.
I listen to all of them...
each and every one.
I can ask myself again,
and again...
but my sons are still not here.

What did I do?
They stay away and with her.
What can I do but...
what I do?
Does anyone miss me?
Every day, all their lives,
I was there even when she...
chose to be away.

All the answers,
still the same.
"... have no guilt, you're not to blame."
Still the same. I ask why
and tuck myself in.
To my boys... good bye.

Busy at work... making it work.

The boy is sitting almost at my feet...
toying around with his machine.
Build your computer little kid/almost a man.
I'm happy tonight... play away, parts everywhere
Busy with figuring if that will fit... will it?
Ask me questions... what's this made of?
Just a part made of metal... cold rolled.
He's a busy guy... with a whistle as he works.
I'm helping him and he's happy about it too.