To those who honor me by calling me son
I cannot think of anything to be done
To return all the love you have given me
Or all the food I have had for free

I thank God everyday for you
I know He will show you though
Any trials or bridges you may have to cross
for remember, He is the boss

The light you have given me by calling me son
Is the greatest thing you could have ever done

You have left yourself
chasing something new
giving up that old shell

You want to go back to old ways
sadden for leaving it
wishing on yesteryears
you had done better
and not given up

Thinking of where you could
have been on those tracks
yelling in your mind which
only echos back at you
even louder, allowing you
to find the emptyness in all
that you were just working for

You reason with yourself
but what reason is there
in blaming the boat when
the winds have left it?

The first two lines are from Richard MacDougall's poem

You want to make it round the bend
That's one more turn toward the end
You want to climb to the other side
That's when you forgot a guide

You want to swim the ocean strong
That's how you ended up in Hong Kong
You want to fly among heavenly stars
That's why you crashed into Mars

You want to be someone great
Thats when you realized the tax rate
You can't do anything cause you ****
so don't even try you schmuck

where would you find the One who made all?
perhaps looking in the rain forest, full of life, trees so tall
or maybe that would be too wet, so go to the desert next
He could still be there from when He over did our hex
surely He would not go north, it’s far too cold you see
plus Santa Claus was already sent there with human’s glee

no, lets try somewhere else, maybe at our schools?
well it seems to be His name, His plan, His love aren’t cool
then to those meeting places of world leaders look we
shoot, for it be they cannot be bothered while having tea
most people know Him right? So to that screen look and find
that those people have become gross, free, most of all blind

our search started clear with meaning, with hope
finding we have dropped Him so others may cope
slowly opening the spill ways into our wanting mind
not knowing the flood’s affects, where it might wind
lying waste to the once fertile grounds, so well kept
now in disarray, wanting the grey, no longer being apt

one last look we may take, this time at church
people like us go there to find, to pray, to search
sadly it too can become low in love, forming a shell
used only when the feeling comes to be well
still we have this faith in us, contained in no bin
nothing here is sound, to it we must not give in

where would you find the One who made all?
try a still pond, look into it, and see His all

when she walks, she does
so with a lighted crown,
as if always wearing
her favorite gown

when she smiles even suns
would reflect those rays
with their never ending
source, to which is cure
from my sickness, fast to
come, faster go when she
is near

when she laughs I have
not one worry, although
be they jokes of me, still
letting us be in time
without one hurry

‘when’ does not apply, thus
making every stair of stars
jealous, wishing not they be
compared to her eyes and
rightly so, for simple thermo-
nuclear fusion keeps them
energized and bright, oh
but how weak even then it
appears when you realize

how beautiful yes, she be
even more so, for it matches
what lays beneath

Dedicated To Tia Stone

Such sad times we sometimes face,
But I know God will send His loving grace.
People like you are too hard to find
Friends like you are always so kind.

We say goodbye, knowing you won’t be near,
Never forgetting these memories we hold dear.
We try to say all the love we know;
Hoping that it will all show

How much we’ll miss you

No flower comes close to her beauty more.
None with such a heavenly voice had known,
Nor seen the eyes, it’s hard not to adore.
Never rivaled, or to be badly shown.

Happy she was, when she came to be there;
Hopeless he was, when she came to be near.
Hiding not the love that came from nowhere,
He thinking not how much she would be dear.

At this moment in time it all ended
As the snow changes winter from fall,
Adhering death to that which was splendid,
All went to rest without even a call.

No flower came close to her beauty fair.
If only that flower would somehow care...