Having a bad day...

Oh, I’m having a bad day
When asked , I don’t know what to say .
My spirits damp like a rain in May
I need help but can’t seem to pray .

I find a spot to sit and mope
Been so stupid , feel like a dope
Spirits so low, I’ve lost my hope
I’d hang myself but can’t find a rope .

My mind wanders all over the place
Was I meant for this human race ?
Bones weary , can’t stand the pace
Tomorrow’s a day I don’t want to face.

Why Lord , does this happen to me ?
No joy in my life that I can see .
In frustration I kneel on bended knee
I beg you Lord set my spirit free .

Through the fog I hear a voice ,
“remember son , you have a choice
I gave you life for to rejoice
Not to play with like Satan’s dice .”

Not a game of chance , no casual bet
One go around is all you get .
No matter how bad or how you fret
Have they crucified you yet ?

Oh my Lord , I see so clear
My mind so fogged , all that fear
Blind to the fact that You are near
That in my heart only You can peer .


My soul rejoices in pure relief
As Your love removes all grief .
“Devil “ I say “be gone you thief.”
I’ll start anew with Christ’s belief.

Memories....

Together,
the warmth of your spirit,
that is with me,
as I lay down with you.

I think of these to often,
when I am alone.
The green of your eyes,
Like the mid-ocean deep,
and the coolness of the touch of your hand.

The soft caress of your voice,
softly whispering my name in ecstatic delight,
as the pleasure of our loving courses through you.
The taste of your lips,
like fine cherry,
is always refreshing.
Always new,

the reaching out of your desire,
that enfolds me with hot burning love.
Cleansing my soul with fire drenched pleasure.
Throbbing, beating wave,
upon wave of satisfaction.
These memories are but a glimpse of our love....

Together,
the warmth of your spirit,
that is with me,
as I lay down with you.

I think of these to often,
when I am alone.
The green of your eyes,
Like the mid-ocean deep,
and the coolness of the touch of your hand.

The soft caress of your voice,
softly whispering my name in ecstatic delight,
as the pleasure of our loving courses through you.
The taste of your lips,
like fine cherry,
is always refreshing.
Always new,

the reaching out of your desire,
that enfolds me with hot burning love.
Cleansing my soul with fire drenched pleasure.
Throbbing, beating wave,
upon wave of satisfaction.
These memories are but a glimpse of our love....