Broken Violin Wednesday, Mar 14 2007 

My violin is broken

The problem seems off and on

When I pick it up and play it

It has an awful tone

I took it to the shop one day

And told to him the story

He picked it up, began to play

The flag song of “Old Glory”

It was altogether different

He just fixed it with his touch

I thanked him, brought it home again

Played a song I liked so much

I couldn’t quite believe it

It’s happening again

It squeaks and squeals like crazy

On this broken violin

I finally got disgusted

It worked when in the shop

But every time I brought it home

The smooth tone of it stopped

I threw it in the trash one day

A lady took it out

She made it sound so beautiful

I just can’t figure it out!

So You Want to be a Bad Boy Saturday, Mar 3 2007 

So you want to be a bad boy

Hardened, touch and cold

So you want to hear your “friends” proclaim

“O.G.-You’re bad, you’re king, you’re bold. 

So you want to impress the world, I see

Become a legend in your time

Do the things to bring you fame

Become the master mind. 

You’ll have so much money

Around you all will swarm

You’ll have every honey

In your arms to keep you warm. 

The clothes you’ll wear, the car you’ll drive

The House and all your “friends”

Everything you ever dreamed

You own, is yours, can’t end. 

You’ll have power, hold your head up high

And, of course, if anyone offends you

Don’t you know they’ll have to die

“Don’t dis me man, you’re through.” 

Everywhere you go in life

Men will give to you “respect”

Fear will cut them like a knife

Their nerves will all be wrecked. 

Then one day you’re face down

Police are cuffin’ you

All your “friends” have done left town

Time for you to pay your dues. 

They throw you in a prison cell

They take away your name

Now you find yourself in hell

It’s all part of the game. 

The other cons sniff you out

Like sharks they circle round

They try you, see what you’re about

Then beat you in the ground. 

They steal what little things you own

They pick, abuse and use you

To them it’s like a night on the town

Your dignity gone, they refuse you. 

Now you’re serving someone else

Who’s badder and colder than you

All your pride and ego melts

There’s nothing that you can do. 

You eat the slop sliding off your spoon

Get sick but there’s no doctor

Still have to clean your boyfriend’s room

And organize his locker. 

For years you file your appeals

Each one comes back denied

Empty and useless is how you feel

You’ve lied and tried and cried. 

Horror and terror everyday

You’re used to it by now

You’ve only thrown your life away

Bad boy, stand up-take a bow.

Soar Higher Thursday, Feb 22 2007 

In a dream it came to me

Whatever I wish, I can be

I opened wide my arms and why?

Because I knew I could fly

And fly I did up so high

Over the trees and across the sky

I passed the birds and waved good-bye

Excitement and wonder widened my eye

As I shot like a cannon in and out of a cloud

I didn’t know I could do this, I said aloud

The ground below was an aerial view

Diminishing then lost as I flew

My gosh, I’m higher than I ever thought

Keep soaring, this is your dream, your lot

Still under control but amazed as well

The freedom I felt I can only tell

Was the greatest thing that ever happened to me

I can do anything; be anything I want to be

Rising, still soaring I thought to descend

But I couldn’t, no wouldn’t-don’t want it to end

Still higher I went-saw nothing but sky

Was frightened a little, I cannot deny

Still, I realized on that precious flight

Whatever I desire with all my might

Be determined, persevere and just try

Open wide my arms and proceed to fly!

Man of Valor Thursday, Feb 22 2007 

Valorous man, valorous man

A call to arms-a call to stand

Giant arise o’er the crest

Courage and strength strike your breast

Vision beyond what man can see

The voice of God is calling thee.

Valorous man, valorous man

A call to arms-a call to stand

Damn the doubt and fear that creep

Snake lies; demon from the deep

God’s command, “Fear not, stand still..”

His salvation is o’er the rill.

Valorous man though perfect not

Chooses God for his lot

Believes the word given for free

Becomes through grace the Godly being

There his toil and lonely prayer

Refined by sorrow but God is there.

Valorous man, carved by wisdom

Sacrifice, faith-enter the kingdom

Lifelong struggle to put off the old

Trials, misfortunes oft go untold

Profound degrees of valleys so low

But valleys are where you richly grow.

Valorous man, valorous man

A call to arms, a call to stand

You are His son, His child, His bride

Throughout the trials I heard your praise

In the victories your hands were raised.

Valorous man, son of courage

You dared believed when others disparaged

You lived in faith, belief and joy

God of Our Fathers Wednesday, Jan 24 2007 

God of our fathers, known of old,

Lord of our far-flung battle-line,

Beneath whose awful hand we hold

Dominion over palm and pine,

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,

Lest we forget-lest we forget! 

The tumult and the shouting dies,

The captains and the kings depart;

Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,

A humble and a contrite heart.

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,

Lest we forget-lest we forget! 

Far-called, our navies melt away,

On dune and headland sinks the fire;

Lo! All our pomp of yesterday

Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!’

Judge of the nations, spare us yet,

Lest we forget-lest we forget! 

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose

Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,

Such boasting as the Gentiles use,

Or lesser breeds without the law-

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,

Lest we forget-lest we forget! 

For heathen heart that puts her trust

In reeking tube and iron shard,

All valiant dust that builds on dust,

And guarding calls not Thee to guard,

For frantic boast and foolish word,-

Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord! 

 By Rudyard Kipling 

I Rise by Maya Angelou Tuesday, Jan 23 2007 

I RISE   by Maya Angelou 

YOU MAY WRITE ME DOWN IN HISTORY

WITH YOUR BITTER, TWISTED LIES,

YOU MAY TROD ME IN THE VERY DIRT

BUT STILL, LIKE DUST, I’LL RISE.

DOES MY SASSINESS UPSET YOU?

WHY ARE YOU BESET WITH GLOOM?

CAUSE I WALK LIKE I’VE GOT OIL WELLS

PUMPING IN MY LIVING ROOM.

JUST LIKE MOONS AND LIKE SUNS,

WITH THE CERTAINTY OF TIDES,

JUST LIKE HOPES SPRINGING HIGH,STILL I’LL RISE.

DID YOU WANT TO SEE ME BROKEN?

BOWED HEAD AND LOWERED EYES?

SHOULDERS FALLING DOWN LIKE TEARDROPS,

WEAKENED BY MY SOULFUL CRIES.

DOES MY HAUGHTINESS OFFEND YOU?

DON’T YOU TAKE IT AWFUL HARD

 ‘CAUSE I LAUGH LIKE I’VE GOT GOLD MINES

DIGGIN’ IN MY OWN BACK YARD.

YOU MAY SHOOT ME WITH YOUR WORDS,

YOU MAY CUT ME WITH YOUR EYES,

YOU MAY KILL ME WITH YOUR HATEFULNESS,

BUT STILL, LIKE AIR, I’LL RISE.

DOES MY SEXINESS UPSET YOU?

DOES IT COME AS A SURPRISE

THAT I DANCE LIKE I’VE GOT DIAMONDS

AT THE MEETING OF MY THIGHS?

OUT OF THE HUTS OF HISTORY’S SHAME

I RISE

UP FROM A PAST THAT’S ROOTED IN PAIN

I RISE

I’M A BLACK OCEAN, LEAPING AND WIDE,

WELLING AND SWELLING I BEAR IN THE TIDE.

LEAVING BEHIND NIGHTS OF TERROR AND FEAR

I RISE

INTO A DAYBREAK THAT’S WONDROUSLY CLEAR

I RISE

BRINGING THE GIFTS THAT MY ANCESTORS GAVE,

I AM THE DREAM AND THE HOPE OF THE SLAVE.

I RISE

I RISE

I RISE.