Too Much Stuff

We have too much
If what we struggle is trust
As a people of this great nation
we are  excercising the right to wasting
we want so much
never ending cycle of buying
throwing away ha'f 
watching the others crying
commercials of those dying for food
we change the channel ~

Wheres the good
that once stood
on the corner in every street
Old school ways 
 were simple and sweet
people of respect
dignity 
integrity

where have we lost being the light
standing in line prepared to fight
over a tv, a lap top , a radio
while babies in other places  die from mosquitoes
children with no clean water
a daddy abusing his daughter
young kids dying of cancer
girls mistaking a boy for a man
men wanting girls over women
it doesn't end
it goes and continues
with or without us
it continues
on the road of darkness
who is the light~

we have to much
 we are with too much

we need to put the stuff down
look around

touch something real
share a thought 
its a very big deal

become species of kindness

first we recognize the fright , it';s in their eyes
oh yes they put on a big disguise
all tuff and bad and bold
truth is they easy to fold
how is that right, in my age i can see
some unconditional love is needed
but my stuff, they want my stuff ~

we have to much stuff
we are over stimuli zed
life is best when simple
small of places of living
people become more giving~

living hard
creates a cord
we have too much stuff~

im letting go
i want to know
what it is to not have stuff
but to know and be known~

investing in value
of people
in young people
in old people
in all people
people~

we are his delight
we are his heart
but we have to much~

sharing games and digits
never mentioning the secrets
of heaven and all its glory
never ending story
we have too much stuff

Missing the Listening

I have moved out of that place

where someones speaking

 was my right to tweeking

into what the me

 and I, am all about

frustration,

 duh without a doubt!

this class slid in on the down low

took a certain kind of character;

 to give me the show

, you have the learned, now just keep what you earned

quiet, be slow to speak

active listen 

and

 no longer will you just seek

gently sliding in to a place;

 a time, a soul keeps within

their story ,their life

through silence i can feel their fight

let go of my thoughts

 find the color of their eyes 

look pass the human disguise

listen hard , find the tone, see the color

im in in the vibe of your wonder

your voice has become a touch

the pain and hurt you speak of

its sticks, it grinds,

 it over whelms me 

i know the longing of a lonely heart

i spent half my life playing that part~

wait, there I go thinking it's about what i know

slow down,

 find the color and wonder

 and see again

that these experiences ,belong to my friend

i dont relate your pain to mine

you suffered your own time

I am there , imagining the shoes you wore

the life you had

your joys of great memories

and the summers that made you sad

my friend, my friend

The story has been hard, but the story is still being written

there is a happy ending for you it is written

i will hold your hand and see past the common man

i know your armor and i know your heart

this is why our friendship has been set apart

God taught me how to listen,To be your friend , 

too many others are missing the listening

to those whom have moved me into a different place

by sharing with me your hidden face

i am your audience of life, of cheer, of a fellow human right here

i know the ONE whom  Died, The living Christ

and He is  here, He is holding your other Hand

And to sum it up 

that is what the Gospel is in short demand

Love, so that they may know your are mine!!!!!

this is why God gave me the gift to stand by your side

to not turn away , based on the life you claim 

Someone should of stood up and made a point to say "what a crying shame,!!

 that some would throw the book at you in Starbucks domain"

that was public display ;

of the enemy having his way