With smiles and happiness spread all around.
Life was ever so sweetly for these two loving clowns.
Although music has been their life from the start.
They will always love each other from the bottom of their heart.

With a guitar in his hands and his love by his side.
He played at his best as the journey began it's ride.
Through the harsh cold winter night to the hot summer days.
While he played his guitar the world stayed in amaze.

As the years grew on so did the wonderful sound.
There once came the time where he saw his love in a gown.
As he was so happy smiling beyond glee.
This man was so happy as happy could be.

Then one night she told him the news,
of which could be why he played the blues.
Months go by which seemed merely an hour.
They had a boy and a girl as pretty as a flower.

As they grew older so did their folks.
As the man knew so much he loved to tell jokes.
Time grew by as the girl wasn't so young.
She was blessed with two gifts but sadly lost one.

As the last gift grew up he became a pain,
but she was a mother of something to tame.
No one knew what he could achieve.
Maybe even this poem if he believed.

So this gift of a son could make people laugh.
Make them smile so the fun shall always last.
If he had to choose his favorite person by far.
It would most definitely be his grandpa and his guitar.

Intentions of detentions have prevention inventions. Attention I mention, fiction when you listen to the correction of life's mission.

Come get some if you miss them. Then kiss them, with glum chums for the slums. That's not dumb lets have ***, just for fun, i just won as you lose em.

You must train, this insane living in my brain. There's no shame, just a blame to a name, our lame gain for rain so drain this fame from your life which is the Game.

Stuck inside a hard time of confusion,
waiting for an answer that might never come.
If I only knew what truly was going to happen,
would I prepare or would I run.

I sit alone, by myself waiting to begin,
As my future goal might be my last sin.
I watch and listen as the wind starts to whistle,
yet, at the back of my mind I could launch like a missile.

Then in a split second I witness an action,
This image is can be missed by a mere fraction.
There walks slowly my life, my food, my thrill.
Tonight is the night, I hunt to ****.

I must not rush, for fear it will frighten.
Once I have success, my mind will enlighten.
For I slowly creep, as I watch it stay.
To hunt this Creature makes it my pray.

As I slowly inch forward with stealth more then ever.
For I must be cautious, it might be the meaning of cleaver.
Hunting isn't a game it's my way of life.
Can't lose this chance I must be as sharp as a knife.

Once so close to my target their scent I could taste,
I don't want it to run for i don't want to chase.
In a quick moment it's eyes lock on to mine.
As it's muscles tense it must mean it's time.

With moves so swift, cleaner then water.
The next few minutes could end in a slaughter.
I leap at it, full force and might.
Then instantly it vanishes from sight.

I am left there once again sitting alone.
Dazed and confused, with weeps and moan.
As I scream into the sky “WHAT CAN THIS MEAN”
I awoke..and whispered “It was only a Dream.”

Don't give into the pressure of wrong,
stop listening to all that garbage being played in a song.

Stand up for your own rights and way of life,
you only have one and you can't live it twice.

Smile, relax, and the live to the fullest,
because once the time runs out, and you reached your oldest.

Stop and look back, if you can say it was golden,
then you have truly known what it's like to live in the moment.