My God, my God, thanks for another chance. Instead of putting me in the graveyard, my God has given me another chance. By putting me in the junkyard, God knew that I needed some parts. In the junkyard there is a chance that my missing parts will be found. God will put them in. When the repairs are finished, God will give me another chance to serve Him. He will also give me the chance to restore my relationships with my children, grandchildren, family and friends. My God, my God, thanks for another chance.
When that day comes
I will make sure you pick the right one
I hope you shine brighter than any light.
You will stand for a bond between
me and a significant other,
bringing us even closer together
with loyalty, trust, love, and honesty.
I can’t wait until this is done
making us a family and mending
her and me into one.
Your shape is forever lasting and
letting us know what we should
Ohh! I can’t wait until this day
I take you and engrave you
for her finger.
It’s been a while but I hope
you make her smile.
Look what you’ve done for me. You told me you’d have my son for me. You broke the rules to have fun for me. In my darkest hours you were the sun for me. You took two halves to make one for me. You ran the race and won for me.
Look what you did for me. When I got locked up you did the bid for me. When I wanted to be low-key you hid for me. I told you I wanted a hat and you went to Lids for me. If I couldn’t myself you’ll fend for me. If I had one, you’ll give the other shoe for me. Change my gray skies into blue for me. Take something old and make it new for me. When I get sick, you would make stew for me. When I can’t figure it out, you’ll leave a clue for me.
Look at what I’m going to do, did and done for you. I told you I’d give a son to you. Stop the rain and be the sun for you. I ran the race and won for you. I called on break at one for you. I put down the gun for you. I held you every way it was fun for you. I changed. Don’t say I did nothing for you.
Clocks go tick tock
and represent the time,
but time is a tricky thing.
It’s noon here —
but it’s 10 AM where my
friends are in New Mexico.
They say if we can find a way
to travel at the speed of light,
time would actually slow down.
Perceptions of time change —
if you don’t believe me,
have a minute of pleasure
followed by a minute of pain
and tell me if they feel the same.
I can’t change the past.
I live in the present,
and wonder what the future holds.
When I wrote the last line I was
in the present, but now it’s in the past
and this line was the future. Time
is a tricky thing.
I have allowed my flesh to control me again. I have allowed it to send me to the pen. My flesh is weak, this I know. I must allow my spirit to grow. Life is short and full of surprises. Please don’t allow your past to affect your future. If we allow God to lead the way, I’m sure that tomorrow with be a better, brighter day. I refuse to allow my flesh to win. Because I’m tired of going to the pen.
I was my own father, though I somehow possess another man’s name. Born in poverty, raised in poverty, but I told myself I wouldn’t be a product of my environment. I failed a few times, but I haven’t given up yet or ever plan to. I had a child early, went to jail, had another child. Went to jail. I had plenty of money and then plenty of days I slept in abandoned buildings. I had steak & shrimp. I had bag lunches given from a church. I had days of fun & nights full of pain. I mocked the unstable and I’ve been mocked when I was unstable. I hurt the ones that loved me and loved the ones that really hated me. I looked down on drunks & addicts and woke up one day addicted to coke, liquor and women. I let people cry on my shoulder and I cried on other people’s shoulder. I believed in God then turned around and said: What God? I would keep going, but my story is mine.
I’m standing on the same corner
I stood on last week, doing the
usual. How the hell did you miss me?
I keep falling down and you’re never
there to pick me up. I just continue
to lay and hope you would give me a lift.
I assumed you were here for me. If you are,
I’m not alone, but I really need you to get
me where I need to be. I may go with the
breeze and disrupt everything in my path.
There will never be more use for me going where I
need to go.
I don’t understand how people ignore
their surroundings. Instead of littering,
please take care of your environment.
Please listen to my story. I assure you it’s not ordinary. It’s not a novel. It hasn’t been documented on paper. But I promise, it’s still non-fiction. If it was on paper, this book would not be able to fit in no man’s library. My story has not been made into a movie. There isn’t enough money to get the necessities to reenact my life. Plus, who would want to watch the same movie over and over? Not I. My story is a testimony, only to be written on the tablet of my heart. A living story, which flows out of my mouth with sincere words, passionate truths, my eyes staring with boldness, cutting you with pain and wetting the ground below me with tears of joy. When I tell my story I’ll be slow to speak. You be swift to hear, because I’ll tell it once and walk off. Drop the mic.
The blue sky hangs over the wooden
While the waves roll toward it in
from of the lighthouse
A sailboat moves across the bay as
You can see the first star of night
shining in the distance
A lonely fishing lure lays on the dock
abandoned by the fisherman from earlier
The jetty feels lonely now that the
day is done
But there is also the excitement of
another day to come
and the new adventures that lie
The tides of people come with the
It’s lonely through the night of winter
And busy and exciting during the
days of summer
People come and go and grow and
Some will be back next year while
some will move on with their lives
We won’t know who is which
until the next season of our lives begins
If God Had a Wife Her Name Would Be Grace
God’s Grace is more than enough for me. Because
of His Grace I’m still here. Because
of His Grace I didn’t get what I deserved
in court. Because of His Grace
I can now move on. Because of His Grace
you can tag along. Grace
is the substance of things
we can’t see. Grace
is the unconditional love
of God. Ask Him
for His Grace
so that you will be able to love.
Robert Phillip Woodhouse