Lady in Red

Lady in Red

She never took the train and a taxi was not allowed

Her blonde hair was flowing with her head above the clouds

Her jealous boyfriend wanted to keep her sound and safe

So he hired someone to walk with her, day and nite or whenever she was awake

He was crazy about her, he wanted said he wanted to marry her someday

But the greed and nightclubs he owned, always seemed to get into the way

A business man with money and lots of power to boot

Every day the marked goods were rolling, he got his share of the loot

A member of the underground family of sin and crime

He sold cigarettes, anything in vending machines to make a dime

A boss of many who carried guns hidden by their side

He had a mean streak temper and had a green eyed monster he could never hide

So when he told me he wanted me to walk along with her and be her side

I knew he was telling me to keep her safe and protect his future bride

To save his prize and keep her away from other men

The trouble was he played the part, as he strayed often with his other heart

A pretty woman, a model and a classy lady in disguise

She knew exactly what he wanted and to that she was wise

So she too played the part to keep the money rolling

So she went fishing and kept the lines trolling

She was a trophy, a lady in red

She ran the nightclubs when disco was hot and rock and roll was dead

The disco lights, the dance floor and the crazy crowds

Were hard to control as they often got drunk and loud

So every day, I would pick her up and walk her to the car

The ride from her place to the club was not very far

And when she got there, I was to keep an eye on her

To be sure that she was safe and nobody tried to bother her

So every night I took her home and dropped her off safely

I defended her honor, her body and soul bravely

He paid me to protect her from friend and foe

But there wasn’t a place she would go, that I didn’t know

She was the lady in red, a beauty that was heavenly sent

And who on a nightly call, my services she could depend

But in all reality, she was this fake Barbie doll

Who was the concubine at the beckoned call

Of the man who wore a three piece suit

And who hired me to walk her home so nobody else could be there

He offered me investments and bonuses to remain loyal and treat her

Like a queen, a princess or a movie star

Just as long as I was with her and tell him where we are

The Pretty Poppies

The Pretty Poppies

The point man saw the red flow of poppies run over

He didn’t know what he had stumbled upon

He quickly realized this was not a field of clover

As he scrambled for his life and took a dive back into the tall tall grass

He and the others knew they had brought trouble up the ass

As others caught up with him, they couldn’t believe their eyes

For what they saw were millions of poppies all around them

So many, so far as the human eye could see

Standing in those fields ready for harvest

Picked and processed and ready to be wrapped

Into the plastic containers where they were hidden and kept.

Opium here and opium there

The gold in them was easy to understand

As the traders bickered on price and profit

As those poppies were grown for nothing but greed

And every poppy grown had bloodshed on their seeds

We turned around for fear they would see us

For afar we could tell they were busy making the deal

Set aside their cultural traditions and let the poppies bring them their hard earned pay

A natural stimulant, these red flowers were here to stay

So as the poppies border the fields of harvest, they were ready for market

Cultivated, grown and packaged for profit

They were natural beauties, an awesome sight to see

But getting too near could end your life with fear

In a country so poor, these flowers had a purpose

And the opium grown was their road to their success

As their beauty separated them from the rest

No opium pipes were seen or smoking

No poppies were taken for they belonged to someone else

And as the endless line of trucks were loaded

The poppy was re-seeded and grown again

So that in time, another harvest was broken

As the money flow kept coming, bring these traders their needs

I Walk Alone - a video we can all relate to at one time or another

Homeless Kids in the USA

Old Age

Old Age

Oh, with trembling hands, I feel the cane a shaking

With some difficulty, I can feel my feet struggle when I am walking

Yet, without my love for life, I would not even survive

This body of mine, getting old and delicate, has done its time

The time when I was young is still fresh in my mind

The way I liked to dance and listen to the music, so long ago

And remember how it has soothed my soul, my heart and my rhythms of life

And praying real hard, another decade I shall survive

My skin no long smooth, it is becoming some found some wrinkle

But up above I can still see the Milky Way and all the bright stars twinkle

My eyes do suffer a little bit at night, as they are worn and fading

But during the day, my sunlight is still bright, making me smile

So I feel my body ache, my body is shaking as I walk each precious mile

Each mile I take with each step it takes, I risk another bone breaking

And in the end, my life has been complete and none of it was faking

No matter how much pain I can bear, in the end I cannot let it be defeat

And if the gates of heaven should open and start calling my name

I know I can get there without struggling or falling, even without my cane

For my ears will always listen for the trumpet’s sound

And my heart will know it is the nature of the call that is profound

A chance for heaven, a chance for bliss, there is no way, I am taking the chance to miss

That heavenly journey up into the sky, never questioning my time, never asking why

I shall take a deep breath, my heart will beat once more, and then, I sleep and die

And make me a promise, my dear family and friends, for me, you will not cry