Where I am from (Courage)

I am from tools, speeding up and slowing down,
Tinkering in the basement,
Running in the place that taught me pace.

I am from creeks and stars,
Never singing in church to singing too loud,
The quiet hum of streetlights close enough to hear.

I am from egg sandwiches, onions, and goetta,
Ice cream for dinner,
Meatloaf for dessert,
And everything known to man, if man never worried of his girth.

I am from “Take it easy, Greazy.”
“I will love you for always and forever.”
and “Dude, are you okay.”

I am from Bob and Lou, Jack and Rose,
Mary and Bob,
Too many honest workers to count,
I am from all of them and now I am me.

Faith

Faith
by: Bobby

With faith you can walk immediately,
without faith you never learn to crawl.
experiencing timeless muddled motion
you are not listening to faith at all
when you listen to faith you remember how to breath

After years of talking, walking, and trusting
these the beginnings of faith
Putting a key into the lock after missing home
has become the meaning of faith.

Years from now when our world view becomes universal,
this Faith will remain.
Faith in yourself. Faith in one another.
Faith in the World.

You do not seem concerned
did you have faith?
or did you just find it?
The only certainty, found in faith
is when you are not thinking, only trusting.

Faith is a hug, a smile, a forgotten song found.
Faith is a twinkle in our eyes.
Faith is never giving up
And sometimes Faith is knowing enough is enough.

If you let faith start within your heart,
Yourself and faith can never grow apart.

Island

Island
by: Bobby Moran

I told her
through actions
I spoke
the words
clever guises
Our thoughts pretentious
did she understand?
I awoke on a mound
surrounded by sea
no way of escaping
set me free
let me be
She was startled awake
in a daze, drifting
sea crashing
alone on an island
together with me

Mountains Climbed

Mountains Climbed
by: Bobby Moran

Sticks and Stones
Break my bones
Words: a broken humanity
Mountaintop silence
Dreams and Hymns
Hand in Hand

Times pass, time lost
Has it rained forever?
Illusions of uncertainty
Fear of gasoline can change a life

A Blind Poet
Life was so hard
Then You
grabbed the oar
Steered the violins in the river
clarity of decision
motive for a change
We are rubber, the world is glue
Just imagine what we can do!

Man

Man
by: Bobby Moran

Define a Man by his best friends,
for they will be with him in the end.

A Man:
Thanks God once, if not twice a day.
Does all his work, before his play.
Honor’s his family before he counts his pay.

A Man:
Designs a life that is happy, healthy, and free.
Says what he thinks and loves what he says.
Creates works of art and never hits snooze.

A Man:
Ponders life but, does more than he thinks.
Takes a shower and tries not to stink.
Promises often and moves to follow through.

A Man:
Trains to be strong.
Reads to be smart.
And always keeps holy his heart.

A Man:
Loves himself in every season.
Loves a woman for all the right reasons.
A man is a man when he looks up above.
To be a man, be governed by love.

Things Owed

Things Owed
by: Bobby Moran

We see it now, a new beginning
the right to rise, working hard he tries
blessed by those who made him him
never quite enough to say, say it now anyway

Please, pardon us now for a while
see the stranger disguised and beguiled
ignore him not, but show him the way
we’ll make this for him a brand new day

Blessings: Yes! he has received
lost and gone until we count indeed
First to his parents then
Second to those who love them
Third to friends always the same
Fourth to instructors of knowledge and game
Fifth to God up above
Numbers all equal in his love

Believe him now: he can never repay you
things he owes he can only say to you:
his heart, his mind, his body, his soul
Doing good is the thing he owes

Sister

Sister
by: Bobby Moran

Touched by an angel
to reach the sky
so far away
they fly

One so beautiful
One with might
Both reaching up, up toward the light

Two laughing
Two crying
leaves them both reaching up and in tears
loosing the other a constant fear

Together is the safest place
Singing, Fighting, Running a race
Two hearts
So far apart
Together now you and me
This is the place we’re supposed to be

The Wiseman’s Mentor

The Wiseman’s Mentor
by: Bobby Moran

Wiseman, looking up toward the light
blazing trails, with all of his might
got his gait, now he is walking tall
Introspection, right within his own soul
He speaks truth to power;
Fearing only lost time

Wiseman’s mentor closer the light
carrying the flame all through the night
his bearings straight, striding tall
Implementation, right within his own soul
He lives in the truth;
Letting time come alive

Wiseman has seen the mentor’s great sight
raging fire, now burning bright
walking together flying so tall
Trusting essence, spirit and soul
They enlightened each other;
And time became time

Do what you want!

Do what you want
by Bobby Moran

Do what you want
‘Cause you say it’s right
Don’t fall asleep
Don’t turn out the light
Do what you want
Just to say that you’ve tried

Sing songs in the night
Dive in with the sharks
Go get what you want
Ignore all others remarks
You might walk, to run free
Yet always say, “I’m proud of me”

When that day comes
And we’re judged by the light
Say: “I did what I wanted; with all of my might”
Do what you want
‘Cause you’ll have done what is right

The Cliff

The Cliff
by Bobby Moran

Moving, keep moving.
Never cease to move.
Forget to stop.
Mind challenging body.
Forward always forward.
Traveling at this wicked pace,
Destined, it seems to win the race.

Adrenaline sparks seem to fly.
Good ideas seem to die.
Fallen off a cliff.
Movement now uncontrolled.
Body in frowned mind’s control.
Stumbling at this wicked pace.
Destined, it seems to lose the race.

Bottom now, a deep dark valley.
Allies he can no longer tally.
A place no good man resides.
Not for a man so destined to climb.
Climb he will, climb he must.
Leaving others in his dust.
Mind surveyor.
Heart a guide.
Perfect for this man to fly.