Gene

time's knife cut in again
taking the life
of one of my friends
tonight
death's angel came to him
passing through this veil of sin
with her tender kiss
his spirit left him
she carried his breath
his intensity and light
towards the perfect life
that Jesus made for us
beautiful and sinless
wonderful and graceful
for God's faithful.....
My friend I shall miss

gumption

Time passes slowly
I sit and do nothing
and nothing wants done
I gain inertia.....
just resting
there's nothing I want to do
I've read Ecclesiastics
with nothing new under the sun
there's nothing that l want to do
then I pray dear Father
don't let me waste away
don't let me fade to gray
Parkinson's affects everything
and my gumption simply slips away
I have nothing else to say

Mirror of Souls

I look into the mirror of souls
see thousands of my reflections
each in their own dimension
all are me or used to be
they are my evolution
images of my time progression
with several metamorphosis
there is a lot of growth
as I grew from child to man
slowly I began to see
and even slower to understand
the truth in who I am
as God created me
to grow and come to know
the love God has for human kind
a peace flows to my mind

I Weep

It's late
can't sleep
I lay in pain
I close my eyes
and pray.....
God sustains
He strengthens me
then gives me vision
that I may see
God loves me
gave His Son
to die for me
I weep
joyful tears
thankful tears
I know God loves me
My life and pain will end
but I will rise and be with Him
once again

Sleep

My songs are over
I linger on
with Parkinson’s
waiting for death to come
my arms mechanical things
have lost agility
and at times I weep...
I pray dear God
forgive my sins
You have my love
please help me fall asleep

Some Days I Win

Parkinson’s retains me
painfully
takes all I have and more
all I am living for
some days I win
other days it does
but I am saved by love
from my wife
and from God above
God sustains me
gives all I have
He gave me life
and my wife

I Try To Listen

I pray
which means I ask God for things
and try to listen
but this world gets in the way
I sleep
then dream of dreams
the subjects which
I could not say
I breathe
each breath I take
shortens life in other ways
I shake
can’t grasp the things
as I did just yesterday
Parkinson’s disease
it will lead me to an early grave
and the tears fall down my face
I cry
wondering why I have to die
this slow lingering painful death
my arms shake can’t take a breathe
I wonder by
and again I pray
asking God for things
and I try to listen