Memorial Day Tribute to Those Who Paid the ULTIMATE Sacrifice for MY Freedom….

My tribute for Memorial Day Tribute project actually isn’t finished yet. That project is titled American Beauty Rose. Maybe I posted an early working version of that previously, but maybe not. Really don’t remember.

So… I conceived and posted White Crosses….

Those who paid the ultimate sacrifice- THEIR lives- for MY freedom… certainly deserve some small token of recognition and appreciation….

Thank you!

White Crosses (Intro)

30 May 2016 1521
by BaHR

I stand on a hill… and survey….
Seems all my eyes will spy today…
A pale horse….
A pale rider….
Death… making his way…
Making his War…
And… nothing more do I see…
Than all the grim sheaths he’s reaped….
Marked with ghostly White Crosses….

Speak your peace, White Crosses….
Arise!
Speak!
Defenders of Peace….

Ain’t Workin’ Today.

30 May 2016 1412
by BaHR

Ah-wah-hah….
Oh-woh-ooh….
Wah-hah-hah….
Ooh-woo-hop….
Was feelin’ bad….
Ain’t gettin’ any better….
Keep remindin’ myself….
I got to forget her….
But… it ain’t workin’….
Nothin’ ain’t workin’….
Just ain’t workin’ today!

Must be some… holiday or sumpin’…
But… I can’t be certain….
Seems like my whole WORLD’S flipped and crazy…
Or… I done got lazy….
Keep tellin’ myself I gotta… move….
Gotta find some kinda… groove….
Gotta get back to workin’ today…..
But nothin’s workin’ today….

Life’s been a long line of dead ends.
Got no idea where to begin
To find someone….
Something….
Somewhere….
Somehow….
I can believe in….
So I can begin to piece this thing back together again….

But… I just sit here…
Twittlin’ my thumbs…
Feelin’ old… and stupid…
And actin’ dumb…
Just shootin’ the shit
And… drinkin’ myself numb
Tryin’ to drown her memory….

My sweet… sweet… SWEET Jenny….
Since I kissed Jenny’s sweet red-eyed ass goodbye
Seems all I wanna do I sit around here and cry….

Ah-wah-hah….
Oh-woh-ooh….
Wah-hah-hah….
Ooh-woo-hop….
I’m feelin’ bad….
And… it ain’t gettin’ better….
Now I’m fightin’ mad,
But I’m fightin’ forgettin’….
Guess I’m just a jerk… and…
My mojo ain’t workin’….
No… my mojo ain’t workin’….
Nothin’ ain’t workin’. today!

So… maybe I might just hit the road…
Ride towards that Sun that’s settin’…..
Bet before I get too far
I’ll be forgettin’ ever regrettin’
That I ain’t workin’….
No… I ain’t workin’ today….

Thank You for Loving Me.

30 May 2016 0933
by BaHR

 

When I feel unlovable,
You love me anyway.
When my life’s a struggle,
You teach me that I’ll be OK.
If I just trust you… and obey….

Lord, thank you for loving me!
Lord, thank you for loving me!
Lord, thank you for loving me!
Lord, thank you for loving me!

I know I’m bound to stumble.
And… Lord… I’m bound to fall….
But I know you’ll always be there to catch me.
Lord, you’re my All-in-All!
Yes, Lord, you’re my All-in-All!

Lord, thank you for loving me!
Lord, thank you for loving me!
Lord, thank you for loving me!
Lord, thank you for loving me!

Lord, I know I don’t deserve your love,
Still you gave your life for me.
And even though I can never repay your love,
Still you’re all I’ll ever need.
Lord, I give you all the Glory
For ALL you’ve given me.
But I’ve got one more thing to thank you for….
Lord, thank you for loving ME!!!

Lord, thank you for loving me!
Lord, thank you for loving me!
Lord, thank you for loving me!
Lord, thank you for loving me!

This Mess or Me…?

18 May 2016
by BaHR

Lying awake after midnight praying.
I ain’t mad, Honey. I’m just saying.
God and Grace and my nerves are fraying.
Can’t you be good and stop misbehaving?

Sometimes nothing says more than words.
Sometimes nothing says more than… words….
Sometimes nothing says more….
Sometimes nothing’s says more
Than walking out that door
Locking up my heart
Throwing away the key
Try to make a new start.
Begin a new life.
Make a good man a good wife.
Forgive, but never forget
Move on, but never regret
Lord, I love you, but I can’t live like this.
This is such a mess.
I’m begging on my knees, boy….
What’s it gonna be, boy?
What’s it gonna be…?
This mess… or me…?
This mess… or me, boy?
Ain’t gonna be your toy, boy.
So, tell me… what’s it gonna be…?
This mess… or me…?

Cuz, boy… I’ve had enough
Putting up with all your stuff
And this ain’t just a little huff
That’s gonna blow over….
No! I need to feel REAL love….
So… what’s it gonna be, boy?
What’s it gonna be….?
This mess or me…?