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Before Me You Stood
by Rickey L. Snelson
You, who were lost so long ago
You of whom I dreamed in the golden land
You to whom I spoke in a language with no words
Across the void of time and space.
I called to you and sang the song of your name
To the winds of the air that carry all messages
The winds that carried songs since the beginning
But you gave no answer.
I inscribed you Ruine upon the trees of the Ancient wood
Trees much older then you or I
But now the trees are gone and scattered in the wind
And still you have not returned
I placed your crest upon the forgotten mountains
Mountains older then memory
But now the mountains are crumbled into the ocean sand
And silence was your only answer.
I sat alone in the Silence, no more calling you to me
And began to sing to the wood around me
And as the wood began to awaken and sing with me
I looked up, and before me you stood.
Only God Can Judge Me
by Rickey L. Snelson
They say so much about me, about who and what I am,
I'm only human, with feelings, a simple man,
Mistreated, tortured, humiliated with shame,
Caged like an animal, in shackles and chains,
Acknowledged by a number , instead of a name,
Trying to maintain my integrity, without going insane,
They say I'm a "nobody" as long as I'm not free,
I don't mind, Only God can judge me.
Hide My Tears
by Rickey L. Snelson
Another lonesome and sleepless night,
I lay waiting patiently, hesitant for another day.
In my private thoughts, with only the sounds of rain,
A peaceful melody, against my window pane.
Deep thoughts, I drift, to the past I had.
Many smiles, much laughter but some were sad.
The cracking of thunder, but I drift.
Down memory lane, as the rain persists.
Thoughts so precious, I'll always remember and miss,
More beautiful then silk, more tender then a kiss.
Still I drift with the darkness, but no fears.
A peaceful melody, to hide my tears.
L.A.
by Rickey L. Snelson
At the age of thirteen
the pain runs deep
Only heartache and misery
is what my soul reaps
On the streets of L.A.
with no place to go
No family to be with
As I hear the wind blow
A yearn for the touch
of another loving soul
But I walk the streets alone
As I hear the wind blow
I meet all kinds of people
from all walks of life
Wanting to be loved
as I lay alone tonight
I met this amazing person
many years down the road
She brings peace to my heart
and warmth to my soul
This person is wonderful
with beautiful blue eyes
Her name is Jandara
my bright star in the sky.