You were more then just a friend,
my supporter to the end.
I can still see your smile
in the memories you've left behind.
Always the first to laugh,
saved your tears to the last,
a shoulder to lean on in the worse of times.
We bowled through this life  with smiles,
shoulder to shoulder, ground covering strides,
I am going to feel your absence for quite a while.
You were a friend,
right down to the end,
and I am not in need to ever say goodbeye,
just see ya, see ya on the otherside.

I had a vision. My people call it a 'Hectia'.

I wade into a moonlit river, the current slowly passes by,
it carries small , musical shimmers..
black and white.....
like an unfinished song....
snapshots of my life.
I am calm. Continue into the current,
slowly being surrounded by the shimmer of black and white.
I become one with their song...
I move with the current...
soon the river and I move on...
the picture is complete.
It is a vision, now it must be understood.

* Some people spend their entire life, wanting more, searching, demanding, feeling left out or not fit in.
Find your place, face the wind and feel its refreshness, not cursing its direction. In order to run with the fastest deer one must first know how to stand .

She aint the pretties, old two tick, floppy ear hound,
she is a keeper though, best friend I ever found.
Now her breath can curl your eyebrows,
her **** fertilized my yard,
and if a thief gives her a treat, well, she forgets what to guard.
Now she aint no bigger then an average possum
but let me tell you what,
that girl can be the biggest bed hog, bet you a two dollars to one.
I reckon though she's a keeper, I see it in her eyes,
caint really see her winking but they're saying" best friends, you and I."

The gentle wind whips the unsecured haylard along the abandoned flag pole,
overwatching the once busy parade field, now overgrown.
Here we stood, starched and shined, rows and rows and rows,
waiting for that final command, " Pass in review," oh so long ago.
The haylard, now rusting away,
used to be secured, twice, each and every day.
Like the the empty parade field, the soldiers there have come and gone,
and as if the haylard could sing a song, when will they all come home?

Yep, there are folks who would roll an eye or two,
guess they know I've missed  my time in the pews.
Know for sure  my dollar aint in the Deacons hat,
course  they don't know that Me and Him, well we go way back.
See I m not going to wait for that special day,
I can drop to my knees before Sunday.
Let me tell you a thing or two,
some times where I pray, well they aint got any pews.
Yes my dollar  aint sitting in  a passed around plate,
cause it's in the helmet to make sure them folks ate.
Now I don't get all bent about the things upon high,
but I just wanted to clear things up before you roll your eyes.
I may not get those fancy wings,
but we go way back, me and Him.

Bloodshot eyes and a case of laughter,
a Waffle House fix is what we are after.
Find a booth and all pile in,
waitress comes up and the mayhem begins.
Oh but she is a pro,
done this a time or two,
pretty soon here comes our food.
Scraping of the forks and clatter of the plates,
we look like it's been weeks since we ate.
We got scattered, chunked, covered and diced,
heartburn on a plate and don't even think twice.
Well no more thumping head and eyes cleared up a bit,
all we needed was a Waffle House fix!

I feel your gaze up on me,
we've spoken not a word,
you want my hands to ****** you,
I want to be where we are not heard.
Take you to a secluded spot,
remove your restricted bonds,
play my fingers along your body,
you, me, alone.
Feel that gentle tug, then more urgent ,
demanding my response,
bending, twisting, trying to hold on!
At last, though, there seems no chance,
cruel work demands my days,
so dry up ******* of mine,
put that fishing pole away!