When the rain drops into your eye,
and you just gaze longingly at the sky.
During a heated argument with your lover,
you simply stare blankly at one another.
Meaningless words trickle past your teeth,
and there's no way to shove them beneath.

It is that moment you realize...
The opposite of love is not hatred,
but apathy, and the lack of a hug.

So pick yourself up off your sorry fat ***,
before all happy opportunities come to pass!
Blink your eyes, hug your lover, hold your angry words.
For settling in apathy---I can't think of much worse!

The hop to my scotch--
Motivate me to keep up
The hip to my hop--
Rhythm of our love
The hops of my beer--
Add some flavor
The hip to my leg--
Support me always

A father's love...
whether throughout times of sorrow,
or times of glory, is all but shallow.

A father's love is a thunderstorm,
rumbling through a once peaceful sleep,
finding my awakened soul as company.
On the back porch, we seek credence,
as we share stories, and simple silence.

A father's love is a music tune,
carried from good intentions,
deep in the lungs.
Becoming bellowing blues
from a harmonica.

A father's love is rolling mountains,
as endless as eyes can see,
resonating with nature's peace.
Where he finds sacred hollows,
and gains perspective on his woes.

A father's love is a blissful brew,
aromatic, donning a frothy cover,
incredibly complex underneath.
It is a multifaceted flavor,
sweet, bitter, delicate, of earth.

A father's love is in the now.
It is there when the water is muddy;
it is there when the mud has settled,
and the water is clear.
It has nothing but patience.

A father's love...
whether throughout times of sorrow,
or times of glory, is all but shallow.

Life is like water,
flowing,
changing,
growing.
It is immensely adamant,
and your actions are its catalyst.

My doings are at times obstacles,
blocking the way you must flow.
But change I will always seek,
for you show me how to grow.