Another Martin Luther King day-Now what?

It’s 12:01 AM – another memorial day gone for a humanitarian hero for another year.

Will what he stood for and died for live on, or take hold, or are we just going to continue on and bring up the topic again next year?
Let’s stop mere annual recognition and start clear volition.
Give peace a chance – Peace without pieces.

Happy Mother’s Day – Cancer Stinks

Happy Mother’s Day – Cancer Stinks.

Cancer took my mother when I was nineteen
She was only 54
I moved out a few months after
Couldn’t take my Dad anymore
In less than a year I had a wife and a baby
Working in a steel mill that can make you crazy
And the clock kept ticking
Cancer put a mark on me when I was 57
That (fill in the blank) tried to send me to Heaven
It didn’t win – I’m still here – but this isn’t about me
And I’m really tired of what I’m seeing on TV
It’s about living for each other, especially your Mother
You only get one – I wish mine was still here
So don’t treat her like a cancer or wish she’d disappear
Love your mother and that’s more than saying the word
Love is an action that speaks louder than what’s heard.
You’ll probably never hear me in church
You may not care what I say
Cancer stinks and that’s a fact
Don’t let it take away. Happy Mother’s Day.

Give the children a chance, give to St Jude’s Hospital today



A recent survey disclosed why XMAS is the most wonderful time of the year.

Xtra food is at it’s peak.
Xternal coverings are the most popular gifts
Xcuses for having to leave are the most numerous
Xpressions on the face are priceless
Xit plans are at an all time high
Xtreme drinks are drunk to the Xtreme
Xplanations of careers, sexual preference, and even your Xistence
X-favorite dishes are created abundantly
X-partners are celebrated
Xmas next year is looked forward to by all

Do you have any X’s to add? Please feel free to share them.

Merry Xmas!

I Remember You

I’ve been here before – I’ll be here some more

A need to be near – Or just shed a tear

I try to recall – A piece of it all

And sometimes I try – But I just can’t cry

I’m here, I’m not there – And it’s just not fair

Until I recall – a piece of it all

And I remember – I remember you

And I remember – Things we used to do

I’m there, I’m not here

And I remember – I remember you

I remember me

I’ve been here before – I’ll be back for more

And I’ll remember

Seeing life differently – forever





“What experiences have you had that made you see the world differently, forever?”

This is a question asked by a new blogging friend of mine at the closing of their blog. I’ve included mine, for this ever changing world to see.
How about sharing yours, so we may all see the world differently.

I saw the world differently forever :

… When I fell off of a cliff and all I saw were rocks beneath me, but I landed in the water.

When I watched my mother dying of cancer when I was nineteen years old.

When I jumped from a boat, into the water of the Florida Keys for the first time, in scuba gear, and when the bubbles cleared,
I saw colors and life that I didn’t know existed and I was part of them – breathing under the water.

When I watched my sons being born.

When I was born -again and saw Jesus standing in front of me -glowing – pure white, with His arms reaching for me, and my eyes were closed.

When I saw the Northern Lights dance in rhythm to the music we were playing, for an hour, while camping in Northern Pennsylvania.

When I watched the World Trade Center buildings collapse and remembered being at the bottom of them, looking up and also
on top of them, looking down and just gasping and saying: “Lord have mercy.” Then I said: ‘Things are going to be different from now on.”

I saw the world differently forever, when God Himself intervened and stopped me from committing suicide, by showing me His word and His love for me, as I stood alone in a desolate room in a steel mill, twenty two years ago.

I hope that by reading and sharing your experiences, that you and others may see
how life is the same for some of us but also how some events in our lives can make us see life differently, forever. Life is precious. Thanks for sharing yours.


Show me the way

I found the first poem I wrote around 35 years ago. Before I was following God, before I quit smoking pot, before I had a real full time job, before I was doing just about any of the stuff I’m doing now. It’s interesting how in the poem, things were then – just like they are now.    “Show me the way”

Show me the way to make mankind understand
That we were put on this Earth by demand
In a test to find and see
If we can all feel equality
I’d like to know why there’s such a show
To be one above the other Joe
If you look in his eyes, you’ll see your own –
Not someone who’s made of stone –
That you can chip away until you’re finally alone
There is no hiding – there’s no disguise
And you can’t hide behind your lies
Realize – materialize – peace is in your eyes
He’s just like you – he’s just like me
Someday this world will put us all in our place
And we’ll look at each other –  face to face
Someday we’ll all be free
Show me the way – show me the way
I’ve got to try – eternally