A fool of a tool is only good for one thing
and that's to be used.

Meant to be a helper to everyone
but everyone just helps themselves.

So useful for the moment
until the moment has gone away
when everyone has left
the tool, still, must stay.

He knows his worth
isn't in weights of gold
his only hope
is to still be useful
even when he's old.

What the songs of Solomon meant
when he sang the songs he made for his lovers and wives
a touch so unique, a touch that changed lives.

What it feels to be loved
but still feel so empty inside
like giving your keys to someone else
and you're just there for the ride.

What it feels like to be needed
but if only for a moment longer
to have that moment of ectasy
but couldn't feel any
wronger.

In perspective
forget yours or mine
forget the times where we were scared
but it all turned out fine
I could not imagine for a day
living with monsters.

Have you heard the news
the low whispers through out the night
of how a family of children were rescued
from parents that caused such fright?

I could barely contain my anger
my rage and frustration over it all
how can we still have the dignity
to still have the humanity to call them parents at all?

What happened to us?
What happened to being observant to the pain
where we stood up to monsters at night when the children cried
now we're more than willing to simply let them
die.

What happened to us?
There were signs, surely!
Why did no one say a thing
why did no one say ANYTHING?!

"But you weren't there
none of you understands"
You're right I wasn't
but an answer still, my question demands!

These children despite their age
have been forgotten
to the point of their adulthood
this boggles my mind
it could not be any less understood.

I work with children
I've helped raise a few
I was one myself
as I'm sure you were too.

How could no one suspect
that anything was ever wrong
how could we have let this
go one for so long.

I'm not sorry for my anger
my frustrations at all this
I'm just sorry
for the childhood those children
all these years
have missed.

Living with monsters.

Hold fast to forgetting, so I did but I
could still hear the music of my heart's strainings.
Listening for the note that would say
it's divine where you're heading.
Understand me now, hold fast to forgetting.

Brush off the old scrap book
come closer and come see
what it was like
in a life before I had become
me.

Long ago
as a sprouting lad no older than yourself
I had dreams to go to the moon and beyond
though I couldn't even reach the lowest shelf.

I had dreams
ambitions
I had hopes to one day become
to be something greater
to be greater
than some.

I had an easy life
all things I needed
I had
I was always well taught by my teachers
to tell others of how I felt
during the happy times
and the sad.

I had the best of friends
that helped make some of the best times of my life.
They helped me out in the inbetween moments
of my joys
and my strife.
Not all of them had stayed in my ever fleeting life of mine
but I still had the best of their memories
the best of their time.

My memories are not as clear and sharp as they used to be
the ones I do remember are so blurred that it saddens me.
I can not remember the dimples in their smiles
the pictures I have left do them no justice in my files.

I can no longer recall the sweet sound of their laughter
I can no longer recall the precious memories that I long after.

Have I forgotten even their names
yes, sadly it is so
but friends we once were.
This. I do know.

So friend of mine
I hope we meet again soon
by the swing set
by the jungle gym
under the tree on the hill
at noon.

I am blessed enough to have met you once before
may I have the fortune to see you again
just once more.

May the years be kind
to us merry few still
left here to live our sorry lives
through the pain, punishments, and trials
we are left with our tattered faiths and
an unbroken will.

May the years be kind to you
old friend of mine and ours
may you see the world from new sights
below the deepest oceans
atop the highest towers.

May the years be kind to you
may peace reign over your soul
may age never change you ever more
and my our lives be led with you
with your surprises in store.

May the years be kinder to you
then we have ever been
we who had called you brother
we who called you kin.

May the years be kind
for troubles no more, shall you ever find.

Rest easy and Ride On
be comforted heavenly clouds
ride the trail of the sunshine down on this little patch of dirt
and listen well to the chorus of the Angles' song
And forgive us.
For our wrong.

I'll jump and jive,
leap and dive,
I'll do all that I can,
to keep our hopes and dreams
alive.
Because you're worth so much more than I could ever make
you're the color to my world
in every breath I take.
And when you get angry
you sure work up a storm.
I know your days are long and hard
and all the times outside the norm.
But keep your head held high,
chin up my dear.
You are my superwoman
my only one of every year.