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7/16/82 You Showed Me 12/6/77 I’ve 8/6/78 1981 Love (3/4 time) 6/7/82 7/6/97
You showed me which road I’ve seen good times I'm Traveling To Places For all eternaty Stepped upon An American Indian was born here. Their people originally came from Asia (like the Eskimos). They are distant cousins to the Chinese and
of life that I should go I’ve seen bad I’ve Never Been My love Spit upon Japanese. Their land was stolen from them by the Europeans who thought them savages because they did not think nor worship as they did.
You showed me what was right I’ve been happy To Places I’ve Never Seen Will be with you Slapped An American African was brought here in chains as an animal by the Europeans who thought them animals and savages because they did not
and what was wrong I’ve been sad By Note I’m Traveling For all the world to see And hit upon think nor worship as they did. All other Americans came here basically of their own free will whether indentured or not. Free to worship
You taught me all in life I’ve done bad things Far Away I’ll show That is the life and live as they wished. The Indian did not look down upon the man of dark color. He saw him as a man.
that I needed to know I’ve done good To See Some New Found My love for you of a roach
You taught me the rules But always I Friends We will always be Hated with zeal 7/2/97 Child
I follow Have understood So Please Be Kind Two hearts Very few feel
Life Makers Never look back And Leave Your Name Beating like one Love for a misrable Child of Glory
Gods Helpers Always look forward And Put The Place Where So my love you see roach Child of Grace
Dream Builders Think of the good I’ve Been Our love Although we are clean What in this world
You Taught me well Never the bad Then Send Me On My Can’t be undone And not even mean Is your Fate
Now I live to tell I can never stay young Way Again For eternaty our love Everyone hates the roach Child of Glory
What you showed me I’ll always get older I Thank You Will last Child of Grace
You showed me the many This I understand From A Friend Even though the body dosen’t 1981 What of this World
paths of life there was So now it’s time Fate may take us from each Will You Make
You showed me both the good That I grow up 8/6/78 Others side The hands of time Child of Glory
and the bad And face the facts This special love that we Have come full turn Child of Grace
You showed me what the prices of life A Greeting To You Have for each other And soon I will be gone Your Fate In This
of living was And try to do better From Far Away Will never ever ever So now my child Awaits
You showed me until I understood In this sometimes Please Leave Your Ever die The time has come Child of Glory
Life Makers unhappy life Name For you to carry on Child of Grace
Gods Helpers I’ve started to do better And Send Me Away 1997 The things you’ll do May God’s Hand
Dream Builders Of this I’m very glad Will be your own Guide your Pace
You taught me well No longer will this person 1981 Daughter, So do them well and true
Now I live to tell me You have my trust and
What you showed me Be so very sad The autumn wind is blowing God said, It’s time to come home, All the luck that fate
Now I teach the rules of life gently down the lane your Job here has been well done, Allows to you
that I was taught 2/8/82 The leaves are swiftly floating your room awaits, your rest well earned. The time is near when
I show what is right and down the flowing stream Take my hand child, its time, come on I must go, so let me end
what is wrong Up above the world so high The clouds are lightly skipping With silent goodbye for those left behind, My talk
I point out the paths of life far far away across the clear blue sky she took his hand, raised her eyes. My child remember though
that some should go Is the place where dreams abide And I just sit here dreaming With God’s grace she went home, I’ve not oft said
I teach all in life that’s far far away Only God knows why led in glory for a job well done I do do love you so
needed to know
Life Makers 4/30/82
Gods Helpers
Dream Builders" Blue eyes Brown eyes
You taught me well Grey eyes Green
Now I live to tell Lovely colors this time
What you showed me of Spring
1981 6/7/82 Plight of A Snake (uncensored)
Hello. I’m memory. It’s been some time since I last talked to you. Do you remember me? There I was, lying on my goddamn rock when a fucking idiot damn near fell on me. I excused the stupid bastard because I figured that he
No, well it has been some time. Maybe if I tell you how it was, you’ll remember. couldn’t help himself. So I went back to sunning myself on my rock. No sooner than when I get good and damn near comfortable when another
When last I saw you, I told you how happy I was. How it was between me and my family. prick almost steps on me. Now I’m good and fucking mad. I want to bite the shit out of that son of a bitch. I want to get him where it
Remember now? You do. Good! You’ve noticed that I’m alone now. I’ve traveled all over will hurt the most. I take aim and start my motion when to my surprise the fuckin bastard pulls out a goddamn cannon and blows my fuckin
the world. Seen the good and the bad. The happy and the sad. Now I spend most of my time head off. Now that is the plight of a goddamn snake.
here, alone. Those members of my family who are like me, are somewhere else now. Only
those who are thought of haven’t faded away. I guess soon we will all fade. Nowadays we are 5/24/82 Let Her Stay
seldom thought of. Memories fade you know, after a while. My family has other things to do
now. Time has put a blanket over their minds. They no longer think of those who have passed. I heard him softly crying as we both lay abed. I wanted to say to him, please dear don’t be sad. He rose and went to the window. He
Only those who remain are thought of. Oh occasionally I try to get them to remember, but they looked up to the sky, and as the stars shone down on him I heard him softly cry. “Please, let her stay, let her stay here forever. Oh
shake me off. So now I sit, alone and waiting, waiting for my time to fade away. If only please, I do pray let her stay here with me.” My heart filled with sadness to see him in this way. I wish I hadn’t told him what the
they would stop rushing towards tomorrow and think of yesterday sometimes. Oh the memories doctor had to say. I was slowly dying, my life had been too hard. My family thought the fault was theirs, I told them don’t be absurd.
they would bring up. The doors they would open. The tears of remembrance they would shed. “Please, let her stay, let her stay here forever. Oh please, I do pray, let her stay” he cried to God. I rose and went to join him. I
Then those of us who have passed on would know that while we were waiting for those who still held him in my arms. A shaft of moonlight hit us, we both felt much more calm. The light grew much more brighter, our hearts grew more at
had to come, we were not forgotten. It is such a terribly sad thing to be forgotten. peace. A glow was all around us as we heard a soft voice speak. “Yes, she may stay, but not to stay forever, oh yes, she may stay, stay
right there with you.”
6/4/96 Like Most People Here
I was born in America, like most people here. I am American, like most people here. But , I
am not native American, like most people here. I am also not immigrant American, like most
people here. I am American of African descent, like a lot of people here. I am not Afro-American
(like a lot of people claim) because I was not born in Africa. I was born in America, which makes
me an American. My descendants were taken from Africa unwillingly and brought to this country to
be slaves to others. This makes my people unique amoung Americans. The native Americans were
already here. They had their land stolen from them. The immigrant American came here from Europe,
Asia and other countries of their own free will for the opportunities the new land afforded them.
They are the ones who stole the land from the natives. Even the bonds people are in the immigrant
catagory. But I meander. I am an American African whose heritage has been damaged because much
of it has been lost or was unknown. No matter what I do this fact will always remain true. I cannot
be called black, because the color of my skin is not. I cannot be called nigger, because I am not the
lowest form of life on this earth. I cannot be called dumb, stupid, or ignorant, because I am not. I
am like most people here. There is really no difference. Yet why is it that certain immigrants would
treat me as if I were a beast to bear their burdens. Were my descendants savages because they looked
different, thought different, talked different (like most people here). Were the natives, who were
already here. No, I think not. I look back and see what other American Africans have done which proves
my way of thinking. Those who have forgotton or who never knew should remember or learn. Then just maybe
some of us would stop hurting each other, stop killing each other and help each other to overcome fully
what has been done to the Afro-Americans and American Africans. The American Africans cannot go back to
where they came from. They are already here. Like most people here, we are home
10/27/97 Love
Love, everlasting love knows not familial relationships. Knows not any bounderies.
Knows not any color. Yet there are many types of love. The love of family, friend, life, etc.
The love of life.
To live life to its fullest, enjoying it as much as possible, but because medical and non-
medical people say don’t eat this or that, don’t do this or that and you’ll live longer, life
is not enjoyed as it is supposed to be. We work to hard to obtain that which we cannot take
with us when we pass on. One of the laws of nature, all things pass on.
The love of a friend.
Standing by you even if you are foolish, yet being supportive even when you have done wrong.
Willing to lend an unasked for helping hand when it could be done. Not letting hardships and
difficulties get in the way of true friendship. Not letting long distances wear it away. Not
letting the bad sides of being human take advantages. Always being a true friend.
The love of family.
The love between man and woman, parent and child, sibling and sibling, relation and relation.
An everlasting love that should always be no matter how angry one gets towards another. Who gave
life to the child? Man and woman. Who protects who? Man, woman, sibling and/or relation. Who
would kill or die for who? All. Yet, why is it that all turn away from each other? Especially
when angry with each other. That is a difficult question to answer. Who can. Not I.
Love, true everlasting love never goes away. Love, true everlasting love knows no color. Love,
true everlasting love has no bounderies.
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