Dollars And Death, The Politics Of Blood
How Many Must Die Abandoned, Alone
It Shouldn't Be This Hard, Or Wrong To Expect
Back In Selma Brave People Did March
© 2020 Paul A. Millard
Everyone gets a miracle, so I am told
The lame could walk the blind could see
Doing this together, we are part of a collective
©2014 Paul A. Millard
I remember hearing the old ones sing their songs
Spirits rise above the flames floating in smoke
An Owl hooting is a warning of a coming death
Close your eyes and extend out your hands
© 2012 Paul A. Millard
When I heard you sing of the Butterfly
When I first saw her it was love at first sight
But alas she wanted only to be friends
©2017 Paul A. Millard
You wear your heart on your sleeve,
I know life is scary from where you are,
Breath with me now, feel a fresh breeze,
I said all that I came here to say,
©2012 Paul A. Millard
Last night I woke inside a dream,
I felt these snowflakes fall upon my head,
My field of clover and daisies turned black,
What can they do now the bombs are all gone?
© 2012 Paul A. Millard
Close your eyes, remember yesterday
Free love, free to hold, free to touch
We gathered together to share each other’s pain
© 2012 Paul A Millard
I remember when I was young,
I’m in a forest of grass
Love is in the atoms we've had since birth
Come one, come all, let us join our hands
© 2011 Paul A. Millard
I have to wonder, is there a place for me?
I have to wonder why I hear your heart
© 2011 Paul A. Millard
The air was fragrant, crisp and clean
The Lions were lying with lambs
The oceans are clean and blue
© 2011 Paul A. Millard
I think I've cried the love out of my heart.
Why can't someone love me as I am
I don't mean to sound like some sad sack
Copyright © 2010 Paul A. Millard
Our voices are lost to a broken world,
Can't you see we're not free,
Timeless as ghost ship out to sea,
Can't you see we're not free
Homeless we are poor we are alone
Can't you see we're not free
Copyright ©2004 Paul Millard
Rocky Mountains far as an eye could see
That's just Colorado on my dreams
John Denver playing on the radio
That's just Colorado on my dreams
There's nothing like watching Eagles soar high
Yes that's just Colorado on my dreams
Copyright ©2006 Paul Millard
I’m feeling so much older than I ever felt before
I have often thought of the moment when
But all I really wanted was to
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Melancholy moon, brings me to you,
Cause you don't feel the way that I do,
Copyright ©2006 Paul Millard
Sometimes Home Is A Cardboard Box
Today I feel sad please don't watch me cry
Even my name has been lost
I've been kicked out of the Wal-Mart parking lot
Copyright ©2005 Paul Millard
A Shelter From The Storm
We see the world in a sadness
A shelter from the storm
Lonely is the night
The clouds form shapes
Perhaps born too late
we have stories to tell
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A Hobo's Cry
My heart feels like breaking
To her all I am
There is so much of me
But alas all I can do
Copyright ©2005 Paul Millard
"Death came in the form of strangers"
Maria was no stranger to streets
She was a free spirit not one to be tamed
Her candle was snuffed as she sought shelter in stuff
The world is a lesser place without the face
Copyright ©2005 Paul Millard
The sun broke free from the clouds today,
Guess I blamed you for rejecting me,
You can't always get what you want,
Copyright ©2005 Paul Millard
Last night there was a cry in the wind,
A family of four huddles in a tent,
Stub lost his leg in the Vietnam war,
Try as we may, try as we might,
Copyright ©2005 Paul Millard
There's a lot of space to get lost in,
A sweet soul died in the cold,
If I only had known she was alone,
An ode to Michelle is all I can do,
© 2004 Paul Millard
I awoke this morning not feeling my toes,
Growing older's not supposed to be so tough,
Five months Reta set in a morgue,
They've forgotten the olive branch,
Copyright ©2005 Paul Millard
Why is it I feel,
The world seems to me
I think of you often and
If you can't touch me,
Copyright ©2004 Paul Millard
There are shadows in the night, hidden out of sight,
Whispers in your ear, things that cause you fear,
These things they do, are making me blue,
Cast out upon the streets, ragged shoes on my feet,
© 2005 Paul Millard
The Plight Of The Homeless Man
No more chasing rainbows
A man sits cold and alone, wondering
Singing my song of blues
Copyright ©2004 Paul Millard
The Politics Of Blood
Collateral Damage To A Narcissistic Mind
Calculus Dispair Dragging The Dead Through Mud
The Arithmetic Of Why Should I Be Kind?
Before We Take Up Our Swords And Say Enough!
His Lack Of Compassion Cuts Us To The Bone
Never Any Alcove For Comfort, It's All Unevenly Rough
That We Are All Different But Be One People Just The Same
The Motives Are Systematic, Not That Hard To Detect
To Pretend There's No Pattern Is Just Insane
They Were Looking Towards The Future For The Promise Land
Not All Of Us Had Souls Painted With Starch
We Came Out To Join Them, Walking Hand In Hand.
Remember The Miracle
Impossible things happen it is true
With faith comes many things ten fold
I pray for them daily, shouldn't you ?
The red sea was parted to name a few
Then this day, they wouldn't let the Dolphins be
but they faught real hard and the cove was Blue
a meeting of positive minds, sweet and lyrical
To eachother, and Mother Earth we are connected
so if you start to lose hope, remember the Miracle
One people just the same
Sitting around the fire to the beating of drums
Their faces seemed painted by the rising flames
We were all different but one people just the same
Passed around a peace pipe and we all took a toke
Set your mind free and listen to the wind
Words of wisdom from an Indian friend
While a war pig in Washington sat at his desk
The Angel tribe gathered in a garden at dawn
Praying for peace and that hope is not gone
Forget the noise of the hour glass sands
No more crying or screaming in vain
Just singing songs, lighting candles in the rain
Was there no one meant for me ?
well it simply made me cry,
Because everyone I ever set free,
never even one came back to me
she gave me a look and the look was right
Never found the words that would make her mine
I held her, I kissed her, she was so fine
I wanted more and just couldn't pretend
I've had so many I just had to set free
makes me wonder, Was there no one meant for me ?
Ala Carte
I guess that is why you don’t see me
You’re so tired of being alone,
But won’t take the time to dial the phone
It’s so hard when you’ve lowered the bar
If you don’t open up and let someone in,
You’ll never know what you are missin’
You don’t have to beg on bended knees
Just open your eyes, see what is there,
Know there is someone out here who cares
I’ll leave now, if you let me walk away
Love is real when it comes from the heart,
Take it slow, you can go ala carte.
The last weapon left
I heard moaning, I heard the screams
There was this flash then the sun went out,
It was hidden behind a mushroom cloud
They were black with the smell of death
Whispers were of a nuclear event
It seems the arms race got too intense
The angels flew away, refusing to come back
From the ashes a phoenix arose,
In its beak it carries a black rose
It doesn't matter who was right or wrong!
Gone now the beauty of nature and art,
the last weapon left is the heart.
More precious than blood
In Golden Gate Park San Francisco Bay
Hear the music, so heavy in the air
Sitting on the grass, flowers in your hair
Inhale you, incense and such
Look into your eyes, reaching with our souls
Holding on tight, never letting go
We lit candles and sang out in the rain
Swept away by war like Noah in the flood
Why is oil more precious than blood?
A forest of grass
A war that was fought but never won
So many good men and women would die
So that rich men could have their slice of pie
Fighting the future, hiding from the past
Looking for love in a world full of hate
Wondering if this is our new fate.
They connect us to each other and mother earth
Close your eyes and vision the world
Free of hate with colors that swirl
Across the seas and in foreign lands
We don’t have to relive the past,
Help me escape this forest of grass
I have to wonder
They say everything is made from dreams
I have to wonder if that were true,
Why is it then I don’t have you?
Even though we are miles apart
I have to wonder if you feel it too
When I look at the moon, I look at you
Just a dream
The roses were red, the leaves were green
The Unicorns play in a field of clover
As I looked up an Angel flew over
Sweet Mary was holding her baby’s hand
Rainbows color the sky by day
Moonlight washes away the gray
Fit for a skinny dip for me and you
Yes everything seems so serene
Then I awoke, it was just a dream
I love you more than you may know
now I have the life without the art
I'm feeling so empty deep inside
out in the open, no place to hide
love seems to be such a careless plan
my heart just can't stand the pain
losing you seems so insane
all I want is to have my heart back
Just one more thing before I go
I loved you more than you may know
Rainbows In The Dark
they're just echoes, too indiscriminate to be heard
Laughter as cold as the frozen rain,
our existence, just adds to their disdain .
we're just rainbows in the dark
trusted silence, now screams to you and me.
Bold intentions, are what keep us holding on,
without our will, soon we would be gone.
we're just rainbows in the dark
searching for a place to call our home
Hidden yet standing in plain view
beaten, hated for not being like you
we're just rainbows in the dark
Colorado On My Dreams
the deepest blues, the darkest greens
icy caps a cool clear mountain stream
that's just Colorado on my dreams
sings of a poster from an old rodeo
everything here seems so serene
that's just Colorado on my dreams
Starwood in Aspen is the place to hide
Coyote howling in a moonlight beam
that's just Colorado on my dreams
Love's Forgotten Land
I feel it in my blood, I feel it in my bones
I remember seeing you standing at that door
Looking heavenly pretty seemingly all alone
I looked into your lonely soul
Feeling as though there was a raging wind
That was telling you to go
take you by your hand
leading you and loving you
In love’s forgotten land
Melancholy Blues
Said my love for you is true
Now I feel just like a fool
It's tearing my heart in two
Melancholy moon, Melancholy blues
My Hobo hat's pulled low to hide my eyes
You don't see my tears anyway
everything I had's been taken away
scary how much life costs
doesn't matter, what's in a name?
when nothing about me is the same
The man there hates the homeless, man what a sot
who knows he may be two steps from my spot
and sometimes home is a cardboard box.
like no one else can see
blinded by four walls,
you see only the dream
you find in love or a song
trying hard to be right
but you see us as wrong
you've nothing that compares
living on the streets
a life full of despair
of Angels at play
they come for us at night
and take us away
as we die so young
laid to rest in a grave
no marker to sing our song
but no one to hear
history is lost
whenever we disappear
My soul wants to die
She turns her head
Whenever she walks by
Is a homeless man
No one of value
Not in her plan
Wanting to come out
I'm tired of hiding
In a life of doubt
Is to sit here and sigh
Because no one can hear
A Hobo's cry.
Death Came In The Form Of Strangers
(An Ode To Maria Catherine King)
on a cold dark Berkeley night
the streets became a victim to
things that go bump and cause fright.
but a friend to all who lived there
A smile on her face, a dream in her heart
Big Mac's with friends she would share
but desperately in need of some care
prophetically she said that she would be dead
before her fiftieth birthday affair
behind a second hand clothing store
two boys in hoods over her stood
and kicked her till she was no more
of a street angel named Maria King
our hearts are downcast, her memory steadfast
a life is a beautiful thing.
Things Made Of Sand
and love came under fire,
I don't know what I thought you'd say,
when I spoke of my desires.
When I know it was my own fault.
I thought I was as special as you were to me
so I let my heart out of the vault.
so I have been warned,
Don't build your life on things made of sand,
they will not weather the storm.
A Cry In The Wind
the Angel of Death, took one of us home,
Lying in a lean-to made of cardboard and gin,
our brother was dry, but the wind too cold.
papa lost his job to Mexico,
He tries his best, but the money is spent,
only job he could find was at burgers to go.
his wheel chair is how he moves,
A local group paid for batteries galore,
but could not find him a room.
to understand why too few care,
Every one knows apathy's not right,
yet hear not the cries of despair.
An ode to Michelle
well I'm lost in my own now,
The day after tomorrow happens today,
so the time to act is now
while sleeping in the park,
she was turned away from shelter,
by people with cold hearts.
we could have huddled together,
there was no need for a human being,
to succumb out in the weather.
to late to do anything else,
The tears I shed now are for her,
and not wasted on myself.
Her Trail Of Tears
(Ode To Reta Reingruber)
thought I turned a corner and ran into myself
sleeping on the streets is much too cold,
all I needed was a little help.
should be surrounded by things of comfort
things of comfort now unevenly rough
lack of compassion from the courts
too poor to be buried with honor
her trail of tears has been forged,
needing only a granite tower
that once was extended in peace,
we're not looking for riches of chance,
we just want a little piece.
What Purpose Do I Have?
that if I cover my eyes,
no one else can see me?
to be all too much,
just a little too dreamy
your not needing me,
tears me in half
then what purpose
do I have?
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Life's Not Fair
they come out when you close your eyes
they're taller than your soul, connected to your toes,
and make your nightmares come alive.
making you feel insane.
But only in dreams, I fit in it seems
I awake and everything's the same.
chilling me to the bone,
it's hard to be ill, such a jagged little pill,
I've never felt so all alone.
I watch as people walk by.
shiny happy people, under a church steeple,
say prayers for me, while others watch me die.
that pot of gold is empty inside !
The thing dreams are made of,
doesn't exist on either side.
from where his next meal will come?
We're all two steps from homelessness
what has this world become?
for the plight of the homeless man
Be careful of what you choose,
life is a careless plan.
