Author: Peter Frady

I just want to turn away run off to find
A new and more simple day…
Where people like me for what I say…
And maybe even give me some pay…
Now I give material goods away…
Just because they get in my way
And slow me down along my joyful stay…
People I know only say…
What will you do for Me today…
Seldom wanting to share my day,
Take off and play to enjoy the simple
Pleasures of the New Day…
My back aches and my heart breaks…
Children I know get in their own way…
Fighting each other day after day,
That’s the part that breaks this old heart…
Life is short and some mean words they say,
Missing the beauty of the New Day…
This why I fade away, home to Heaven
One Bright Warm New Day…
I hope they find Love before this Day…

Pete J Frady

It was written in the past,
All men are Created Equal,
Yes, This means women too.
Given the Rights of
Life, Liberty and The Pursuit Of Happiness.
Life? Home safe in a Mother’s Womb,
Not at the bottom of a cold glass vacuum.
Liberty? Walk safely down any street,
No worries of bombs beneath Our feet,
Or being beat by a cop on the street.
Pursuit of Happiness? Marry who You desire,
Even during a Political fire,
Watch the storms rising tides
Wash Our worlds and pride aside,
Up in Smoke.
Now, DO you Think life a joke?
It’s Not God doing Evil to man.
It’s actually man’s Greed destroying
Our Creators Plan.

Peter John Frady

Death

When I die I know you will
Cry for Me. Cry Tears of Joy
Now that My Soul is Finally Free.
Think of fields of green and sky of blue
And the Love I Shared with You.
While You’re left on Earth
I will Watch Over Thee.
My Spirit is Home where we all
Shall be. Our Real Father Protective
He Is Always Loving of You and Me.
So when You think of Me, Wear
A Smile, Knowing We All have
To walk that Final Mile.
One Day soon, We will meet again
Maybe even Remember Our Days
On Earth and Thoughts of
Wanting to be Free.
Come along and join Me
Home in Heaven with Our
Spirits’ Soul, Flying Free.
Living, Loving All Peaceably.

Peter John Frady

08:26:03

An Observation, Not a Condemned Nation.
This from the Eyes of an Army Veteran…
Red is the Blood we shed. All men and women

Limbs on the Floor. No matter what Color or
Race..
White is the Corporate mans’ Financial
Gains, Boardroom Games. Filled with the poor
Mans’ Pain. Oil prices higher, Soldiers
Under Fire…
Blue is the Remains and Feeling to
Lost Limbs of Brave men and women. Fighting,
Dying, Trying to see the Patriotic Cause.
Keeping US Free from Cruel Leaders, who’s
Only Care…
Is for Oppression and Capital Gains.
Last…
The Stars are Years of Tears….

Hollywood sold me a story
When I was a young Boy. A tale of
Family, Caring, Love and Sharing.
What’s that Morning Sound?
As I yawn from My bed?
The running of little feet but not of
Playful Children so Sweet. It’s the
Pitter-patter of furry rats looking for a morning treat,
Maybe a bite to eat?
Where are my tree lined streets and
Mrs. Cleaver with Her breakfast sweets?
I look around and hear the sound
Of Naked City Streets.
Yells, Sirens, Bullets whizzing past,
Bodies lying on the Ground.
Not a Tree or a Smile to be found.
Just Sad faces looking to the Ground.
Searching for that missing
Peace, Love & Happiness.
I know it’s somewhere Around?