Portrait of an Angel

Portrait of an Angel

   A vision in my head of angel in white,

So strong in beauty giving a blind man sight.

God’s gift was my vision turned reality,

For today I wed my angel for eternity.

Being blessed with a merging of hearts,

Using the gospel of Christ and our Love will never be apart.

Sacred whispers of a covenant made by my soul,

With guidance from above to you I bestow.

As bright as the vespers of the night,

Making me forgetful to breath when entering your light.

Forever cherish you I will,

Through lifes rapids to calm waters be still.

And now I live as a husband and a father,

For you see we have also been blessed with a porcelain daughter.

Yes, the sacred brush of the father, the son and the Holy Ghost,

In vision has painted and given me my portrait of an angel.

TINMAN/written March 1996

Handkerchief

He was an amazing man with grace and love, and always ready with a hug.

His life was filled being loved by all and respected by peers while playing with grandchildren on the rug.

Teaching us respect and giving us the gospel as he worshipped my mom and true love,

He always did the best he could while making us safe and praying for his family to god above.

He always would put everyone first as a patriarch, in friendship, through sacrifice so selfless,

Which taught us to always love first and give much while serving others creating situations so priceless.

Blessing other children with the hope of greatness with hard work and respect through sports he taught,

As well as employing our friends teaching them how to work hard as they made money and the respect they sought.

He loved hard with all his mite mind and strength, putting life together sometimes with a hammer and paste,

To everyone he knew because besides the gospel that became part of his personal faith.

There is one thing that he saved for just us four (Sheri, Sandi, Ronnie, Robert) in life when we wept or got near the cliff,

He would reach in his back pocket and say its ok as he wiped away our tears with that precious handkerchief.

Love TIN MAN For my Dad

Faith is Real

I live my life alone pressing cancel on the phone not knowing the number shown
My friends are all supportive but fading every day from the life I have sown

Is it addiction or dependency that unravels my life equality that I’m not for sure
Can I fix it with my faith or give in to a little shape of a pill that i think has the cure?

As i enter the night, racing thoughts saying fight to prepare for the day,

Because as the light bleeds in I toss and turn as I affirm it will be ok.


I blinded by the fact that when I use, the pain won’t come back but I know better than that
Because as I live my life I’m realized by those that are shadowing me while watching my back

The madness in my head is something that they said comes from years of abuse and addiction
But was it really my fault life’s virus gave me a change of heart starting the pain and affliction

I try to meditate, and build weapons in the night to ward of my clouded sight,

Because at times of clarity shades of grey are truly just black and white.


I still have my faith, that the devil wants to take as he pretends to be a saint
But I know better that he is a chameleon with an act that tries to gather souls to taint

Some days I feel like dying but I can hear the faint crying of the souls he has taken
So, I choose to live my live and shout, my battle cry until the addition and the devil leave shaking

So i recharge in the night as i listen to a lyricist with hindsight, giving me courage and peace,

singing a song reminding me its a state of mind and in time my demons and the noise will cease.

Tin Man







quote about life

A cracked mirror is not bad luck, its like a life that has fractured. And as you look into it it seems your reflection is disfigured, but when you take a step back the crack seems to get smaller. You can then see more of both sides of that amazing person that you are, Now gather your thoughts and make a decision, DIG DEEP IT WILL BE THE RIGHT ONE then step left or right depending on your decision and you will see yourself whole again forget that crack and move forward. And never ponder on that crack again that’s how we get lost!

Tin Man