"When a Child Cries"

The forces of despair within.

Walls, created by fear and screaming.

A struggle to claim the soul.

Driving sanity, to knot's ending.

Normal tolerance deemed forthright.

Thoughts, unable to be conveyed.

A testing to a smiles limit.

The senses hasten a woven braid.

The unexpected begins an ebb.

A deafening negative.....

Starts the trail of tears.

Judge, Jury and you collective.

Caught up in this angry web.

Hold dearly your temperance of the years.

I am only a small child.

Incomprehensible, no motor skill.

Yet, when the bough breaks,

Loving eyes turn to kill.

Does reason run irrational?

Think twice and lend compassion.

"The Renewal of My Soul"

When things seem lost,and I've lost my way.

And friends are lying low.

I wrap myself in a blanket of faith.

And I sleep on a pillow of hope.

My Guardian Angel sings hushed lullabies.

That melt away my fears.

And prayers help me to close my eyes.

And I know that God will hear.

I sleep peacefully and awaken refreshed.

Alert and ready to go.

And I give thanks to God and my Guardian Angel.

For the renewal of my soul.

"Don't Get in bad Habits"

Found a round old bottle.

Laying on the ground.

I picked it up, I brushed it off.

And I heard a funny sound.

Someone said hey Mr.

Can you help me please?

I looked around but saw no one.

Then I began to sneeze.

As I wiped this old bottle off.

And I looked inside.

I saw a little person there.

He yelled my name is Clyde.

I thought I was going crazy.

I could not believe my eyes.

So I ask Clyde how he got in there.

Then Clyde began to cry.

He said I am a Babbitt from the land of Creez.

They put me in this bottle because I make them sneeze.

I seem to be a bother to everyone I meet.

But I'm really kind , I'm really nice, and even rather sweet.

I looked at Clyde and said to him you do seem very nice.

But it seems you make me sneeze.

So I'm offering some advice.

Lets get you out of that bottle.

And see what makes you tick.

I have a tiny microscope and we can do this rather quick.

I took Clyde home and shook him out and laid him on a plate.

I got out my tiny microscope, and began to investigate.

He seemed to be quite normal as he was laying there.

Then all at once I seen something's deep inside Clyde's hair

I zoomed in a little closer and I saw them yes in deed.

All through out Clyde's hair were tiny pepper seeds.

So I washed his hair with a drop of soap.

And combed it very nice. 

And then I looked again for a detection of that nasty spice.

I put my nose real close to him and I did not sneeze.

 And I told him that he's ready to go back to the land of Creez.

He thanked me very kindly for helping him that day.

I took him back to where I found him.

And sent him on his way.

The moral of this story is to always take the time.

To help someone when you can and be honest true and kind.

And never judge and never hate and don't get in a bad habit.

Even if its a little guy that happens to be a Babbitt.

"Understanding Abuse"

I see and read what's on your mind.

Before you even speak.

I understand your motives.

I'm shelter that you seek.

My talent is to comfort you.

To love you anyway.

I do accept you totally.

You're free to talk and stay.

My ears are tuned to hear you clear.

No judging will be done.

I felt those tears that roll down your face.

No need to hide and run.

My eyes already see you clear.

Don't fear what they reveal.

To me it's so familiar.

And all you say I feel.

I traveled down this road your on.

I recognize your pain.

And after all your fears have passed.

I pray you trust again.

"The Reality of a Dream"

A third of our lives is escaping reality.

Off in some dreamland we will be.

Visions and thoughts of an uncontrolled mind.

Reality in them is hard to find.

Without this dreamworld will we go insane?

It's hard to remember them.

So what's to gain?

Maybe there are two worlds that only our mind knows.

And while One is asleep.The other one grows.

Maybe the insanity of this world causes sleeping minds.

To unfold as our bodies curl in sleep.

Or our there two persons in our flesh?

One walks the day and the other walks at rest.

So what is the purpose of fading into some dreamland?

Into a crazy world we don't understand.

Or could it simply be the other way around?

That in this dreamworld we can be found.

And when were awake were lost and bound.

Two thirds of my life I will look to see.

The the other one third will be a dream of me.

"Magic Places"

In the corner of my own little world.

I can dream of magic places.

No worries, no cares, no evil stares.

And smiles on everyone's faces.

Dreaming  in my perfect world.

Where everything is right.

Sunshine, blue skies, rainbows.

And the moon so big and bright.

Never feeling lonely, sad, or insecure,

Being strong and confident.

Not weak or immature.

Never watching life go by.

Or feeling like I want to cry.

I am the perfect person.

In everything I do.

Speaking clear and speaking loud.

Never feeling lost in a crowd.

Yes that's my perfect world.

But back here in reality.

Life can be a stormy sea.

So play the hand that you are given.

Push ahead and keep on liven.

And pray for all you have achieved.

Just have faith and believe.

And God will help you win your races.

And help you find your Magic places.