My Friend is Jesus,
Because He died for me and,
He died for you too!!

*~Marian~

Winter is the time for snow,
Wind, hail, and blow!

**~Marian~

Birds fly in the sky,
Into the cool-calm blue air,
They perch in tall trees.

**~Marian~

Why did you have to
Take their lives from all of them?
Sweetly, rest in peace.

*~Marian~

i
  always
              want
                         what
                                    i
                      ­                  had
                                 and
                       what
                     i
         cannot
  get.
        on
            the
                  hill
 ­                       the
                             grass
                                      is
                       ­                 greener
                                 and
                  sl­ippery
        when
wet.

Smooth as sandpaper.
Limbs stretched in all directions.
Cleansing has commenced.

Remember Mitchell Schumacher?
We all knew him.
Well, actually, his name wasn't Mitchell,
it was Michael,
but you know kids with their nicknames.
Playing video games until the sun comes up,
sleepovers, girls,
riding bikes all over town,
and down that old dirt hill;
it seemed the good times
would never end,
our innocence tying us
close together.

But now he's a cop
and I'm sitting in his jail cell.
My long hair and bag of grass
were no match for his
shiny, metal badge and shaved head.
I asked him about that Game Boy
I left at his house all those years ago
as he sat me in the back of his car
and told me to watch my head.
He looked at me
and laughed.

We used to know him.
Remember Mitchell Schumacher?

Why must it be
this way? I asked her.
Have you forgotten?

I haven’t forgotten, she
said, I have just moved
on. Why can’t you?

Moving on is not
so simple, I said,
when there is so much
to forget.

It came from somewhere in a tree,
Lord only knows what it could be.
I asked if he could show to me
what it means to him to be free.

He said, “Son, now listen here.
Live your life with little fear
and one day when you shed a tear,
to the answer, you’ll be near.”

I asked, “How much time will it take
to rid the world of all this hate?”
In my boots, I start to shake,
tremors worse than an earthquake.

You see, what he saw was very clear.
“Forget the far, only search near,
and when you do, it will be clear
why we all are living here.”

And as we walked out in the rain,
I asked if I could have his name.
The only names that he would claim
were ****** Billy and insane.

I like my women
like I prefer my wine—
warm and smooth
and better with time.
Upon coming home,
I know what to do.
I'll loosen your top
and begin drinking you.
I’ll open you gently
with a smooth, fluid twist.
Let you flow past my lips,
first sweet and then crisp.
My head starts to spin,
my face feels flush.
My world is on fire.
I must be a lush.