I'm on a boat
above the ocean
The waves start crashing in

The boat is old
and filled with holes
Not like it once had been

It used to sail
both far and wide
and go on marvelous trips

But once you sail
the Sea might take you
and captains all sink with their ships

Many do not trust death
They feel that they should hide
Many want to live-
and lock themselves inside

Life is like a game of chess-
You never know the outcome
But Death is like the brink of time-
It's something you can't run from

Therefore, my friend, I ask you this,
Before I say goodbye
Is death the one we cannot trust
Or is life really the lie

Sometimes...

The worst way to Leave...

Is not Knowing...

That it would be the Last time...

You Ever left...

I look around and all I see
are people staring, not at me

Instead they stare into a void
A small white light
their brains destroyed

This small white light holds evil power
Your mind it can control
The device of reckless, lifeless nothing
So leaving is the soul

The Ocean is my emotion-
it Changes like the tide.
Like shells that drift away-
it's often swept aside.

A Whale, the largest of mammals-
it is the heart of the sea.
A heart that moves in places-
it never wishes to be.

No one can stop this beautiful whale-
though frankly many have tried.
You can possibly hurt and scare the whale-
but cannot break what's inside.

Why,
Old Friend,
Do you look at me
How you look at someone
Who you never see?

What,
Old Friend,
Happened to us?
Remember those days
Upon the school bus?

Do You even remember
the secrets we shared-
laughs that we had-
oaths that were sweared?

Why,
Old Friend,
Has time consumed you?
It's almost as if I never knew you.

Well,
Old Friend,
As the days go on,
You will never be there.
You will always be gone.

On this beautiful sunny day
I saw a cardinal fly my way

He perched atop the branch of a tree
There was nothing quite more red as he

Oh, little red bird so small and frail
like that little small girl behind the veil

And while she stands to mourn her loss
He perched right there upon the cross

He watches her while she grows so old
That little red bird is worth more than gold