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Quicksand.
There are times in life we lose ground
Times are hard when they were once easy
Things we could hand tear us apart
A feeling deep inside that leaves you queasy
It’s a sickness and a sadness bottled up
Until you feel insane, alone and mad
Outlets that used to give you solace
Are now leaving you bitter and sad
You struggle to move on and let it go
Struggle to gain ground or take a stand
You are sinking deep into a depression
That is trying to suck you under like quicksand
Your pain has become unbearable
Your tears no longer bring clarity to your mind
You are drowning in a deep dark abyss
No escape from the hurt or answers to find
Slowly being surrounded by all that hurts you
With no kind of help on the horizon or insight
Oh how dangerously you are sinking in
Deep into the quicksand you go day and night
Awaking from you slumber drenched in sweat
Trying to fight the nightmares haunt you so
Sinking faster as the quicksand consumes you
Grasping for the rope yet once you grab you still let go
You had endured more than most ever will
A life of abandonment and absolute oppression
In which you finally have given up on life
For that quicksand is the very same as depression
By: Prince J Oneal © 6-22-16
Pour me a double shot of whiskey and an ice cold beer.
Pour me a double shot of whiskey and an ice cold beer
So I can finally make my foggy mind crystal clear
Play a song that makes the memories last forever
Tell me a joke or a story that’s clever
How does the pain end when you can’t let go
It ends up in the open when you have cards you’ve yet to show
Pour me a double shot of whiskey and an ice cold beer
For they mix well with the salty flavor of a tear
Saying goodbye doesn’t always come easy for me
Letting go seems as hard as can be
Tears, whiskey and beers flow at a cost
When they all run together it’s at a loss
Staring at the world through the bottom of your glass
In the school of hard knocks I am at the head of the class
Broken hearted memories show like movies in my mind
Fragments of a happy life seems to be hard to find
Pour me a double shot of whiskey and an ice cold beer
For they mix well with the salty flavor of a tear
Blurry thoughts, slurred words and a bible verse to read
Helping myself push on no matter how hard it is to succeed
Knocked down many time but back on my feet I stand
Dealing with so much without a drink is hard to understand
Call it a crutch or addiction is truly fine with me
Yet without I seem lost in this world as blind as can be
Sip after sip I gain my composure and find peace
The pain, the troubles and the racing mind cease
Pour me one last double shot of whiskey and an ice cold beer
I think it’s time I face my demons head on and get out of here
By: Ryan Jones ©
Oh how does one stand
Continue to walk on
Acting as if nothing’s wrong
Yet our hearts are so heavy
Unmeasurable pain
Such a deep sadness
Compiled with anger
Yet oddly there is some joy
For the suffering is over
Their pain is no more
We put on a brave face
Yet our hearts are heavy
We cry tears of joy and sadness
We sing loudly to the Heavens
We fall upon our knees in prayer
Yet our hearts are heavy
Some give up other move on
Memories and legacies remain strong
Oh the time we have to cherish
Yet our hearts are heavy
Final goodbyes and new Hellos
Homecoming of blessed souls
And the birth of new life
Yet our hearts are heavy
By: Ryan Jones ©
Mason jars, country crock and cool whip bowls
Old outhouse, well water and a potbelly stove
Field full of fresh produce to eat and sale
What a rich country life and I lived it well
Old winding dirt roads and fruit trees a plenty
There are few stresses and complaints if you had any
What rich country life when you come from a humble beginning
Living a life like no other that always felt like you’re winning
We had so much more than one would imagine we did
What a rich country life to grow up around as a kid
You could play outside all day and never get abducted
And there are simple rules to follow that you were instructed
Chicken coops, hog pens and pasture full of cows
Old rusted tractor, hay left to bail and fields left to plow
Sunday morning service packed in such a small place
And we sing and praise as joy showed on everyone’s face
Skoal cans piled up in the back of my old Ford truck
And I never washed it for the mud bought me luck
Cane poles, fishing or going hunting in morning fog
Or sipping a little or chopping up a pile of logs
What a rich country life that taught me to appreciate it all
You learn to get up and dust yourself off after a fall
You said yes ma’am and no ma’am, yes sir and no sir
And as we got old the memories were never a blur
What a rich country life that I was blessed to grow up in
My roots run deep and my country soul shines within
By: True Prince Ryan J © 1-27-16
Weep not for me though I am gone;
into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will but not for long,
upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace,
my soul's at rest.
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was blessed;
for all those many years.
There is no pain,
I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts.
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath;
remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
but celebrate my life.
We Fight.
From the moment you awake
WE would have been up for many hours
We’ve had to go days without sleep
We’ve even gone days without showers
You know it doesn’t bother us at all
For what we are doing here is right
I hear all the hate said about us
But we continue to move on and We fight
We fight for all that we love of our land
We fight for all that unable to do so
We fight for our families and friend
We fight for more than other worlds know
From the moment you read this
I will be laid to rest in field of stone
Others will be hospitalize or return home
We are united in a world all Alone
By R.J.
All the pain you have felt throughout your life
All the hurt that has been placed upon you
You have been beaten and mistreated by many
Yet you stand strong as if it doesn’t bother you
Your innocence taken at such an early age
Beaten mentally and physically every day
Tossed out as if your life meant nothing to the world
Yet you smile and keep on pushing every step of the way
Why don’t you cry most would ask to try and understand
You have built walls so tough and never shed a tear
Why don’t you cry when the world seems to be too tough
It’s because you hold something in your heart so dear
You turn to God when all else seems to crumble
He lifts you high and wipes away all the pain
You praise him and follow his direction and word
For he will give you a life in which riches are to gain
A treasure of love, a blessing of life, a soul so strong
Why don’t you cry is because you are blessed an anointed
You have been born again and you walk with your head up
You follow God so now you will never be disappointed
By: R.J.
