Current poems in progress...

incomplete
forever
it can not stay so
never
every thing changes, nothing stays the same
But the memories will always remain
and so may be relived again and again

There Ain't No Snake in Eden
Ain't no Jesus ain't no hell ain't no god and you know it well
so don't sell no snake oil don't sell no fable
And you'll get through life as well as you're able
...and other bullshit I see on cable

There ain't no snake in Eden
The Devil is on the run
Jesus came and he played the game
Against the Devil and won.
The stakes were high,
It was you and I,
They were playing for each sinner.
The game went 'round
And when the chips were down,
Jesus was the winner!
The Devil is on the run!
The Devil is on the run!
There ain't no snake in Eden,
The Devil is on the run!
There ain't no snake in Eden,
The Devil is on the run.
As I recall, we owed it all
For something that Adam done.
We couldn't pay the debt they say,
The bar was set too high.
But Jesus succeeded.
He had what was needed,
Sent down from God on high.
The Devil is on the run!
The Devil is on the run!
There ain't no snake in Eden.
The Devil is on the run!
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BR
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prob'ly make a good c&w song
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That's just what it is! Check my YouTube channel: cariboubill's You Tube channel.
...BR
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...BR, I love it,i see you are still up to your usual high standard. I am waiting for more.
---RJ
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Thanks, RJ. I'm glad some of the "Old Timers" still come to this site.
...BR

Once
all i used to say was do
make it , move it, touch it
help it happen
especially to you
Now
I say don't
can't
especially to you

and would never take what was not offered freely

don't mock my eyes
you know what they see
the best of a future
that's only imaginary
where love abounds endlessly

"Sadness"
~
I love you so much it makes me sad
Dreaming of the life i once had
When things actually seemed to make sense
Kisses were meant to be shared by two lovers, such as you and I
why did you leave with so much time left for tue love to blossom

wide open empty
bed
stolen frozen broken
glance
true sight sounds just

V for venerated memories
A trace of accuracy for pruning
No thing but imagination
Querulous fantasies persist
Under siege and unyielding