Only Way Out

Today is Chris Cornell’s birthday and some devastating news occurred Chester Bennington took his life. Chester was the lead singer of Linkin Park. He was a close friend of Chris and was the godfather of his youngest child. Today was incredibly sad for me I had planned to listen to Chris Cornell sing all day.

I know a lot of people think that suicide is a selfish act. I believe that it’s a cry for help. Chester sang at Chris’s funeral perhaps it devastated him more than we all knew. I feel sorry for his wife and children. When a person commits suicide they not only leave the people who loved them behind but with unanswered questions. I know that there have been reports of Chester abusing alcohol and drugs. He also battled with depression. Whatever the case was with Chester we will never know what was going on in his head. He was hurting so bad that he saw suicide as his only was out.

We never know what a person is going through if you can’t be kind to them then pray for them. We never want to be responsible for pushing a hurting person over the edge. It doesn’t matter who the person is. It doesn’t matter how rich they are. It doesn’t matter how famous they are. Just like REM sang everybody hurts sometimes. We must reach out to people. If a person shows signs of suicidal tendencies seek help for them immediately. Do not take it lightly.

Where Are The White Guys At?

I can almost hear the people who hate

To see race mixing whispering

Uh Oh here she goes again

Speaking on her feelings

About white men

She’s cooning

She’s a bedwench

How could she be attracted

To white men

It doesn’t make any sense

Of course hateful hearts

Can’t understand

That love is blind

They will not understand

The purpose of someone else’s love life

Black men date interracially

At twice the rate

Of black women

And that’s great

I don’t hate

I only want to know one thing

Where are the white guys at

Who wants a lady that’s black

Let me start off by saying

I’m not looking for help

God and I have that down pat

Looking for a strong believer in God

Who’s honest, loyal and faithful

Looking for commonalities

Like music listening, writing poetry,

Football watching and Bible reading

Being a Dallas fan like me

Would be a bonus treat

I would definitely embrace

Your differences as well

For they make us all unique

A special union I seek

One that’s drama free

You be the salt and I’ll be the pepper

That’s adds a little spice

With God as our guide everything

Will be alright

We won’t worried about the naysayers

Our future has something

In store that’s greater

 

 

 

Happy Birthday Chris

July 20th is Chris Cornell’s birthday. I wrote something special in his memory.

I woke up feeling so sad that it was overwhelming. I don’t believe that I will be getting over his passing anytime soon. The year was 1991 my mother purchased Temple of the Dog on cassette and Badmotorfinger later that year for me.

When  I discovered Soundgarden it was one of the best moments that I will never forget. I remember staying up late to watch Soundgarden appear on headbanger’s ball. My favorite time watching Soundgarden appear on headbanger’s ball was when they went bowling. We got the chance to witness Chris’s sense of humor and radiant smile.

Chris had such an amazing voice. Such an extraordinary songwriter. Such an out of this world guitarist. Such a gorgeous man. Such a beautiful soul. What a profound loss.

I can’t believe that I missed so many opportunities to experience seeing him play live through my eyes and not through someone else’s camera len’s. I was guilty of taking time for granted thinking that I would have a chance to see him one day. Well that someday will in no way happen now.

I remember how badly that I wanted to see Soundgarden. I would be riding in the car with my mom and I would look over at the Boathouse and say mom I want to go there. Since then my mom has passed away, the Boathouse was torn down and Chris Cornell has passed away.

Chris Cornell had a great voice that carried a great message. One of those messages was being shown how to live which is something that we all must do. Live and not take anything for granted especially time. Live and not hurt anyone. Live and inspire. Live and let everyone you love know that they are loved while they are still here. Live and have no fear. Live and write something memorable. Live and listen to your favorite song really loud. Most importantly live in a way that there are less regrets and more joy.

Happy Birthday to Chris Cornell the voice of our generation. Thank you for all that you have shared with us. We miss you.

Butterfly

Just when things appeared to be over

Just when it appeared to be the end

It was only the beginning

Wow look at you

I barely recognize you

You have changed so much

You have made it through

Your struggle

You are in a new light

Looking all brand new

You used to be crawling

But now you are flying

May your new wings help you

To reach higher heights

 

One

The walk of a journey
Begins with one step
There is great power
In the power of one
Many times people
Do not take the time
To recognize or realize
The strength behind this number
One second makes up part of a minute
Of one hour
Of one day
A penny makes up
A part of a million dollars
One penny less of a million
It is no longer a million
It all starts with the number one
One DNA
One set of fingerprints
One you
One me
One heart
One mind
We are one of a kind
A special moment
Relived never feels good
As the first time
Never under estimate
It’s importance
For it’s power
Is very significant
Winning the million dollar lottery
Can only happen once
One bad choice
Makes an impact for life
One planet Earth
One father
One mother gave you life
One wish
One star
One dream can take a person far
So never ever
Forget the significance
Of the power of one

The Pain Inside

People who aren’t fans will never

Understand they say that we idolize

They think that we are going overboard

For wanting you to receive

The proper recognition that you deserve

I mean who really thinks that what

Took place at the billboard awards

Was proper I mean it was absurd

A moment of silence that lasted

For like a blink of an eye

Because they don’t realize

How your music impacted our lives

How your music got us through

Very tough times

Through tears that we cried

Sometimes day and night

When there was no one in sight

Who we could trust or confide in

Without them passing judgement

People have absolutely no clue

About how the feeling of depression

Can seduce you

Thoughts of negativity

That swarms the mind

The worse part of it

Clueless people think that depression

Is of darkness

They truly have no idea

Depression just is

Anytime it can happen

Like at a finger’s snap

And no one is exempt

Women, men, teen, poor or rich

It swallows you into an abyss

It’s victims constantly

Long for freedom’s kiss

The pain hits hard like a fist

People must understand that no one

Willingly choose to feel like this

I’ve been depression’s victim

Feeling it squeeze the emotions

From out of my body

Had me walking around like a zombie

Thankful for your music

Coming to the rescue

Yes I smile

But behind it

Lies a pain

Like nothing that

I have ever felt before

I am mourning you

Crying the blues

Praying to God

Because I don’t know

What to do

This pain is killing me inside

No one will ever know the reason

Behind what I am feeling inside

I am trying hard to deal with

The pain right now

Is so unreal

Wishing that we had

More time to hear

More of your melodies

More time to enjoy

More memories

Of concerts, new music and videos

Now we are left with wondering

What another albums

Could have been in store

For us to enjoy

Why were you taken away

From us so soon

Your voice could sing any genre

Loved your covers of Billie Jean

And Nothing Compares 2 U

Your lyrics were always just

What we needed

Your music was everything

I say this with the utmost sincerity

From the looks of it

The pain that I am feeling ending

Appears to be nowhere in sight

People who aren’t fans

Will never understand

The treasure that was lost