Words from the Highways and Byways: Poems, Prayers and Promises

By Gary L. Hudgeons

The following words are but a few simple things that I learned. Do not get me wrong I was there in Height Ashberry, SanFransisco Ca. on Preach Tree Street Atlanta Ga. and in Greenish village. New York I had a hell of time at Filmorewest, Seen some pretty amazing things in my life. But I have also lost many friends including my brother. And most were lost to drugs, alcohol and flat stupidity and there is nothing I can do to change it now. But now I hope some of the kids that are coming up now will realize that drugs are something that they should be afraid of. And that they should know, that no matter how good they make you feel. There is a cost, a cost in lives lost, in the years you may spend behind bars. I do not know why I was so lucky to still be alive, or not locked up for the rest of my life, or in a state mental hospital. I attribute it to pure dumb LUCK! Please read and learn from my mistakes and learn to live. Find hope in your life, find a love to hold on to and never ever give up. Go through life and do the best you can and dont hurt anyone, and do not worry about the rest,,, its all bullshit.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 2, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481746526

Gary L. Hudgeons

I am sure that you do not know me, and then may be you do, I could be any man, father, brother, or just somebody that you might have known, I grew up in a time of great change. Our country was at war in Southeast Asia. It was a new world for the young people of our nation. The end of the world could come to an end, at the push of a button. Students rioted in the streets, as rock and roll moved us to a new beat. And drugs could be found on every main street in America and like many, I tried them all. It felt good to fly and never leave the ground, but I always tried to learn from them, seeking something important, an answer to my unasked question while I tried to find out just who, I was, and eventually I did.

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2013 by Gary L. Hudgeons. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 09/30/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-4651-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-4650-2 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-4652-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013907587

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CONTENTS

PREFACE

I HAVE DREAMED

HORNY THOUGHTS

THE GIRLS IN THE PARK

I AM

A TOUCH OF LIGHT

TOGETHER ALONE

I BROKE IT

LITTLE BOYS LITTLE JOYS

THE SNARE

GREAT WATERS

WHAT MAMA DIDN’T SAY?

WARMLY MY LOVER SMILES

THE BLANK PAGES

GOLDEN DREAMS

MY ANGEL

ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT

ABUSED INNOCENCE A CHILD MISUSED

NOTHING LIKE OPENED DOORS

ENJOY BEING A HUMAN

THE FOOLS LAY DOWN

UNDECIDED AND STILL DIVIDED

PEOPLE OF OUR AGE

ONE MORE TIME

JUST SLIDING THROUGH

LAUGH WHEN I PASS

NEXT PAYDAY

AT SUNRISE

NAMELESS

SCORPIONS

YES AND NO

DO YOU KNOW?

OPEN MINDS

CRAZY NIGHT

JUST BE

BUT I’M ONLY A MAN

NOW FOR YOU

PRETTY WOMEN

LOOK AT US ALL

ANY CHANGE?

NEAR FUTURE

HELP SOME ONE

RIGHT OR WRONG

THE MAN THE MONKEY AND

THE HORSE

SKY PILOT

NIGHT FLIGHT

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

TO, OR NOT TO

TO SEE GOD

SMILING IN THE DARK

A SONG OF LOVE

TO TALK

YESTERDAY

I KNEW IT

THE RING

IN DARKNESS COME NOT HERE

A LIVING HEART CAN DO MORE

ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHTS DREAM

BUTTON UP RULES

ONE MORE DAY

WHY OH WHY?

I STAND BEFORE YOU

YOU CAN KISS IN THE MIDDLE

YESTERDAY’S GONE

TOMORROWS JUST BEGINNING

IT’S A ROCKY ROAD

IF WE COULD READ THE SIGNS

LOST IN HER OWN NEEDS

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

WHEN YOU ARE EIGHTEEN

CHRISTMAS TIME

THE LILY AND A ROSE

TOMORROW COMES SLOWLY

I SEE IT

JUST ASK

YOU ARE A FRIEND OF MINE

I WAS RAISED WITH YOU

TAKE ME AWAY

THE LADY IN LACE

SORRY TO MAKE YOU CRY

HOW DO YOU SAY I LOVE YOU?

THE MAN WHO DIED

NOT A SECRET ANYMORE

WHICH WAY TO GO

WITH YOU I AM FREE

LOVE IS ALL WE HAVE

SOMETIMES I GET LOST

SHE’S A LADY WITHOUT HER MAN

LOVE IS

SILENT EYES

TO LOSE SOMETHING GOOD

TO LOOK AND FIND

A FEELING IS DEEPLY FELT

FOR MY LOVE

WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT

I UNDERSTAND

WHAT I FEEL IN MY HEART

WORDS UPON A PAGE

TOO LONELY WITHOUT YOU

LEAVE IT ALONE

SIMPLE WORDS

TRYING

A DREAM

WHY?

BLACK AND WHITE

YOUR LOVE

LOOKING UP

I COME BEFORE YOU

BEHIND CLOSED EYES

RELEASE ME

PLAYING A GAME

COME INTO ME

MAN AND WOMAN

FROM HERE TO THERE

OH DIANA

LOOK UPON THIS WORLD

SWEET DREAMS

CHELESEY’S POME

NOT THE SAME ANYMORE

JUST ASK

LOVE

LOVE REMEMBERED

MY WORLD

YESTERDAY’S DREAMS

WIFE, MOTHER, FRIEND, AND LOVER

WHY LIE

I JUST DO NOT KNOW

SOMETIMES

TALK ABOUT

CAREFULLY MEASURED LIFE

FIGHTING TO LIVE

I WALK THROUGH THIS WORLD

ANGLE IN THE NIGHT

MY LOVE

THIS WORLD BELONGS TO GOD

IT IS A PERFECT DAY

I COULD

ONE DAY

TOO REACH

THINK FIRST

THAT LOOK, IN YOUR BLUE EYES

PREFACE

I am sure that you do not know me, and then may be you do, I could be any man, father, brother, or just somebody that you might have known, I grew up in a time of great change. Our country was at war in Southeast Asia. It was a new world for the young people of our nation. The end of the world could come to an end, at the push of a button. Students rioted in the streets, as rock and roll moved us to a new beat. And drugs could be found on every main street in America and like many, I tried them all. It felt good to fly and never leave the ground, but I always tried to learn from them, seeking something important, an answer to my unasked question while I tried to find out just who, I was, and eventually I did.

The following words are but a few simple things that I learned. Do not get me wrong I was there in Height Ashberry, SanFransisco Ca. on Preach Tree Street Atlanta Ga. and in Greenish village. New York I had a hell of time at Filmorewest, Seen some pretty amazing things in my life. But I have also lost many friends including my brother. And most were lost to drugs, alcohol and flat stupidity and there is nothing I can do to change it now. But now I hope some of the kids that are coming up now will realize that drugs are something that they should be afraid of. And that they should know, that no matter how good they make you feel. There is a cost, a cost in lives lost, in the years you may spend behind bars. I do not know why I was so lucky to still be alive, or not locked up for the rest of my life, or in a state mental hospital. I attribute it to pure dumb LUCK! Please read and learn from my mistakes and learn to live. Find hope in your life, find a love to hold on to and never ever give up. Go through life and do the best you can and don’t hurt anyone, and do not worry about the rest, its all bullshit.

Thank you

Forever your friend

Gary L. Hudgeons

I HAVE DREAMED

I have dreamed of writing words that people will feel.

I only hope some will know how I felt, at different times in my life. These Lines are only but words, simple words that I that I use to express an idea, a thought or feeling.

Written words so others might come to know me and how I felt. I write these words, that may have barring on our past, present and even the future. Or is I write about the here and now? Or is it I write, hoping someone will understand. Then question was it then or is it now?

Yet these are but simple words, written upon these once blank pages. I hope someone will care enough to read a few, a few words from quickly turned pages. That they will find, my feelings were somehow understood, and then maybe shared. Then with understanding, they will save some word, or one line for which they cared.

In my words I give of myself. Revealing in words, all my hates and fears telling of my hopes, and have shed a few tears. In my written words spoken by expressing my true and hidden self. I have written and many words, and then I have filled countless pages. With all my words, along with my dreams, are placed on this paper only wanting to share. Yet are the words real enough, to make you feel you want to turn the next few pages? Hoping a few will take the time to read, and then too understand how I felt, then knowing that I did care. Words are in truth. Just words; yet they are all we have to explore the depths of our feelings. To lead and guide each other through out, the many trails of life. Sometimes simple words are all we have. It is Just those simple words, that express what we see, What we think even what we fell.

Words expressing love and Joy, words bringing forth the fear and hatred many so often feel. With a written or spoken word, and sometimes words are all we have.

I write these words hoping someone will understand, that the words were written for them, that not just for me, were these words written, but for someone, someone very special. They were written for one and all, all those which love to read, searching the lines for some special meaning. Thinking that maybe for them only, were the words written.

Bringing forth a little hope, or to save a tear,

just for them are my words gladly given? Life does not have to be lived in fear. When the words move you, laugh out loud or shed a tear. Feel the words with a knowing experience, and then learn to be of good cheer.

04/13/83

HORNY THOUGHTS

These dreams I have.

When it’s been too long.

I get to feeling down, low down sad.

With no lady to love on or to belong.

You must know.

That those horny thoughts.

They are what make me go hunting.

Hunting sweet touch-me-nots.

Those sweet young things.

Saying touch me, if you dare.

With horny thoughts do you dare?

To touch pretty playthings, then by chance

Hoping of finding a love to share.

I cannot help these thoughts.

I would not if I could.

It’s it is you that is making me this way.

So let us go to bed where we can laugh

then play, play the whole night away

Love truly given, freely given one to the other

Shared only between ourselves.

Honest and gentle, A gift freely given to each other.

To play to be played with, in tender pleasures

Pretty girls you set my soul afire.

Let me in, that I might taste the heat of your desire.

Moving together we share our pleasures.

To satisfy my lover in ecstasy.

is deeply satisfying for me, to see her before my eyes.

to see that misty look that tells me, that she’s been satisfied in loves perfect ecstasy.

Circa. 1983

THE GIRLS IN THE PARK

To begin this story.

I must fondly remember.

That one beautiful day.

It had been a warm sparkling day.

To meet to say.

I think I love you.

Or maybe I could.

If maybe you would.

That’s for you to say.

But now to see you.

For the first time.

To talk with you.

With hopes of loving you.

For