I Come As I Am

I come as I am

and You accept me

You saw inside to

the person I want to be.

Breaking of the chains

that once tightly binded

unveiling of my eyes

I was sinfully blinded.

Comforting my soul

wounds You gently heal

opening myself to you

new emotions I feel.

All my worldly burdens

once darkening my life

You have taken from me

to show me Your Light.

Now I stand withYou

as You guide me home

Your precious Kingdom

I bow at Your throne.

 

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

My Little Valentine

My little valentine

Her smile always on my mind,

the sweetest little face

an uncle could never deny.

My little valetine

that's right I said MINE!

So everyone else,

can just get in line.

My little valentine

when troubles begin to bind,

the precious sound of her voice,

let's me know all is fine.

My little valentine

the princess of all time,

My love for her

no words can define.

My little valentine

thoughts of her filling my mind,

because she's in my life

I will live sublime.

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to Sloane Moss in 2005

Unforgot

In the morning she wakes me from my dreams

and it's in the night she lies me down to sleep

Like a ghost in the darkness that will not fade

or an enemy that lies in hiding and just waits.

She's there every time I close my eyes

even if I blink it's her face that passes me by

and as days go on filled with things to remind

it's the thoughts of her I cannot leave behind.

Why is it so hard for me to let her go

and be released from this pain I show

every time I try I'm thrown into the cold

because it's memories of her I continue to hold.

So I fear she'll be with me to my grave

making sure it's her price that I pay.

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to H.S.

Time Is

What is time?

Something that passes by?

Passing us everyday,

as the clouds in the sky?

It is filled with many sorrows,

that bring tears to the eyes.

It also has loving joys,

that will lift you ever so high.

Time brings along smiles,

with friends in which you tie,

it also brings forgivness,

to someone who is despised.

But as time continues on,

age becomes a slow sigh,

and as we've all bloomed as flowers,

in time we will wither and die.

So with the time you have,

love those you consider nigh,

because when our time is up,

we will have to say good-bye.

Written by George Lynch

I Wished Upon A Star

As I wish upon this star

How I long to be where you are

Up above the sky so high

Like an angel in my mind

The twinkle of a star so bright

shinning in the darkest night

To look into your eyes and see this galaxy

knowing each star burns for me passionately

To look upon your face is what I wish

Staring at this star it is you that I miss

So I wish my little wish hoping it to come true

And maybe one day I can show this very star to you

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to H.S.

If My Heart Had Wings

If my heart had wings it would fly.

It would leave this place tonight.

Through these fences it would break.

A path straight to you it would make.

Flying over all the many miles,

to be in the presence of your smile.

If my heart had wings it would fly.

In search of you with no question why.

These bars were never built to hold,

my enduring love for you untold.

To soar like an eagle where ever you are.

My heart would fly no matter how far.

If my heart had wings it would fly,

and never again would it say good-bye.

It would leave this place to be with you,

to ease the daily pain it has gone through.

But wings my heart has not,

and so it remains in this sorrowful spot.

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to H.S.

We Need to Talk

To The Father:

 

Father, please hear me,

because we need to speak.

Memories of my past pulling at my soul,

and I'm starting to grow weak.

Can I really change,

Will I really make it?

Because I feel doomed,

lost forever and forsaken.

 

Why does life hurt so much?

I feel cursed on this earth.

Wondering about my life,

trying to see what it's worth.

 

So many distractions,

drawing me away from You.

Wanting to give up,

needing Someone to hold onto.

 

So please hear me Father,

As I cry out to Thee.

Please Father, open my eyes,

So that your son shall see.

 

 To The Son:

Son, First of all I do hear you,

not just some, but all of the time.

So never be afraid,

to tell Me what's on your mind.

Memories make it hard to deal,

but they won't hurt for long.

Remember when you're weak,

It is I who makes you strong.

Change will come,

and that's for sure.

Trust in Me, Son,

and worry no more.

Life is priceless,

this you should know.

It is your soul,

to follow me where I go.

So don't get distracted,

I will open your eyes to see.

Then you can follow your Father,

to a Life of Eternity.

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution

Broken

Where did the brokenness inside of me begin,

at the point where the dirt met the pure and things became soiled?

The churning inside for a different life screams in volumes,

The human ear cannot hold the sonic wave of my despair.

Where was my choice to follow when being led astray,

blinded by lies and hurt by the deception?

The deception that things were okay.

Who am I?

I am You!

and we are broken....

Scream with me from the brokenness inside,

inside of all of us... there is brokenness.

Scream to the heights of Eternal ears that hear,

that know of our broken condition of brokenness.

Let us be broken no more... no more despair!

Let us shout to the One who heals our brokenness,

and stand in the Light of the One who repairs.

Written by George Lynch

Sister

My sister dear, is with me here
Always in my heart and mind

She was the red headed babe in the bassinet that was one of my first wonders

How could a baby have all that red hair among the whiteness of her infant life I'll never know

The memory of that sight will never be forgotten as it was my sister

My red headed one

The years have flown by and we have aged

The good , the bad, and the ugly is all part of it now

But the pleasant images in my minds eye are what I see

My sister and me

The red headed one

Written by Michael Catapano

Flawless

Has your breath ever been taken away

at the sight of beauty walking into the room

Kindling the fire burning deep inside

through eyes that have the power to consume

Grace flowing in her every stride

like wind blowing in the trees

the cool feeling of goose flesh

by the passing of her gentle breeze

Watching the sun rise in the shadows

as her smile breaks through the crowd

captured by the image of this beauty

that without a word, speaks so loud

It is in this simple glance

that my heart has come to a pause

she walked into this very room

a beauty with no flaws.

Written by George Lynch

Dedicated to Lisa Marie (Going) Lynch

Seeking Sunrise

I know you had to go,

but it's so hard for me.

Even when I wasn't there,

I never wanted you to leave.

I had the very best of you,

in the palm of my hand,

but in my complete blindness,

you sifted like grains of sand.

All the signals you must have given,

how could I ever have missed?

Your unconditional love,

everyday that I risked.

 

Then when it flat lined,

I guess I was surprised.

But I should have seen it coming,

through the windows of your eyes.

 

You never know what you have,

until it is gone.

What I had in you,

brought each days dawn.

 

So now my days are dark,

because the sun doesn't rise.

And I waste every wish,

on the darkness to subside.

 

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to H.S. 

The Last Mystery of the Universe

Let me ask just one simple question.

There is only one thing left I need to know.

You see, I have given up trying to understand women,

but why is it peanuts always come out whole?

I can go through life not knowing why they cry,

or why it is they must always come and go.

The mystery I cannot figure out at all is,

Why do peanuts always come out whole?

I have bought the pretty flowers and opened the doors.

I can remember the favorite colors and funny things told.

It just completely behooves me to think,

why peanuts always come out whole!

 

So when I start to get confused about women,

and feeling as if my heart will not recovery from the low,

I can always reflect on the last mystery of the universe,

"Why do peanuts always have to come out whole?"

 

Written by George Lynch

 

Fairwell Disguise

In my life I have hid behind my disguise,

not wanting any to know who was I,

and if I could replay the not so wise,

you would know now deep the problem lies.

Underneath a surface so cold,

there is always a story to be told,

of one who's afraid to step in the fold,

trusting in something he cannot hold.

Although faith is made by the step,

and trusting is how promises are kept,

finding I would never be the only one left,

I removed my disguise to show the rest.

Here I stand face to face,

I've moved but never changed place,

know I'm ready to open my case,

too soon is better than too late.

Now here I stand in front of you,

It's your decision on what you do,

turn and walk away if you choose,

or love the person I've changed into.

 

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution

My Still Memories

All the simple memories,

Captured, frozen in time.

These I have collected,

memories I wish could be mine.

There are scenes of many smiles,

that have moved my many tears,

and as I take each memory in,

I feel the distance of so many years.

These memories I should have witnessed,

but now I only get second rate,

and as I hold them in my hand,

the pain of joy becomes my emotional state.

I see the loving laughter,

but so far from me is the sound,

this is what tears me apart,

why memories cut so deep down.

Even though I may I hold these memories by hand,

in my heart, these I will never know.

So I place them in the protection,

of a book I never close.

 

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution.