The Real Person

Look past at what you see.
That is where you’ll find me.
Beyond the plastic and the metal
Lies a heart, that is warm and gentle.

When you look deep into the soul
You may find it completely full,
Of such a simple yet precious thing
Given by The King of kings.

The greatest of these is love
Paid for by He who comes from above.
For no matter what our race, creed or color
We all must learn to love each other


        Inspired by: God

Sword Of Womanhood

Forged from the most blazing of gypsy fires;
Only cooled by the waters of the north.
Double bladed and perfectly balanced,
Within she is filled with the deepest of passions and a joy for life
That would turn the weakest of men to ash and cinder.
Her strong, sleek, cold-steal frame gives her an air most noble,
That would turn the courageous into cowards.

II.
One swing too far to the left or the right by the inexperienced
Can leave one’s soul mortally wounded.
An endless ache and searing pain driving one to the brink
Shattering that which God holds most sacred
Leaving both, cold, lost and alone.

III.
Such is the sword called, “Woman”
A Lady, a gypsy, of both fire and ice.
Equal in beauty and danger.
“Who can whiled such a weapon?”
No one!  Save the one she was made for.



IV.
The master of sword’s build is very much like
The companion he carries at his side,
He is careful not let her drag on behind
As so the sharpness of her point is not dulled.
Yet is ever aware that if it is too sharp,
Then will do what is necessary as to not hurt himself or others.
With a delicate and loving hand he caresses, and embraces her.
Giving her slender frame a polished mirrored finish
Compared only to the shine of the stars.

V.
He doth not see himself as her better
“Slave” and “Master”  “Male” and “Female”
Nor are they seen as equals,
For one can not survive one with out the other.
Separate they are nothing,
She an extenuation of him and he of her.
They are one!

VI.
In this journey of life they will face many things.
Dark is that path, but God lights the way.
Many enemies they will face, but
Together they are an unbeatable force.

VII.
Such is the sword called, “Woman”
A Lady, a gypsy, of both fire and ice.
Equal in beauty and danger.
“Who can whiled such a weapon?”
No one!  Save the one she was made for.

Angel Mine

Man:

Soft, tender, sweet and tart
Are her kisses upon my heart.
Light, life, and joy she bring
To every living thing.

chorus:
Angel, Mine ne’re go a stray
Be in my heart for always.

Smile like a morning’s glow
That warmeth the coldest soul.
In her eyes I find the stars,
And am held by her charms.

Chorus:
Angel, Mine ne’re go a stray
Be in my heart for always.

I asked the Lord, “How can it be,
That you should send her to me?”
His reply was still and low,
“Through her love doth flow.”

Chorus: (repeat)
Angel, Mine ne’re go a stray
Be in my heart for always.


Woman:
Soft, tender, sweet and tart
Are his kisses upon my heart.
Strength, peace and love he sing
His words speak life to everything

Chorus: (repeat)
Angel, Mine ne’re go a stray
Be in my heart for always.


Eyes that hold a candle’s light,
Guiding me through the darkest night.
In his arm’s is shelter there
Far from worry and a care.

Chorus:
Angel, Mine ne’re go a stray
Be in my heart for always.

I ask the Lord, “How can I be,
The one to love him eternally?”
His reply was still and low,
“Through him my love doth flow.”

Chorus: (repeat)
Angel, Mine ne’re go a stray
Be in my heart for always.