Heavens Door

He visits now his mother
His father stands there by his side
His sisters and a brother
Guide him to the shinning light

His days on earth remembered
By those who still remain
We talk about the life he lived
All the love that he once gave

A man who served his country
Was a soldier in our wars
Loving husband and a father
He was a gift that was adored

He faced the end with honor
Like his father did before
Now he goes to be with Jesus
He walks through Heavens door

Poem for my Uncle.  
Michael Yates
Jan 16, 1949 to May 7, 2021

Our lives were made better by having you as a part of our family.  
I thank you sir for allowing me to be a part of your life and for sharing with me your life stories
May your Wife, Children, Brothers, Sister close friends and all of our extended family,  have peace knowing that the life lived made a positive difference in this world.
Rest in peace Uncle

Poem by; Carl Joseph Roberts (Joe)

02042021

Write —
As if the sky wasn't blue
And every day
Is as upside down as the next.

Write —
In colors,
Then write
In black and white.

Write —
Because you can;
It’s your freedom.

Write novels that span pages upon pages Bound together by leather
Or some short words.

When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened

But then I see these people
Laughing and living

I disobeyed and felt
I was alive

But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -

they say,
time will heal;
but the clock broke,
the day my heart
stopped ticking
for you

There is a violent madness that hides inside all of us,
some oppress the chaos, others live in denial.
Once in a blood moon, hidden in a dark room,
vibrations of bedlam, a paracosm of two.
For the world that we see through a hidden marquee,
a putrid stream for the mentally ill.
Yet with no hesitation, a dark star pulsating
you plunge into the void then pull me through.
Fret not for each thought gives birth to brilliance
as we stir the cauldron of the sacred brew.
Blood and water, son and daughter,
resilient to the universe we devour and consume.