As the story goes
The stomach of hunger wants a feed
It was a cross country Hound bus journey
The Greyhound bus gateway a vacation entry way
Through the scenery of highways and mountains
It was a stop at the EVERTON DINER in Everton, Wyoming
A lunch stop our Greyhound bus made
Upon entering nothing but a small town
You didn’t see any town’s people walking around
The owner of the Diner stated that he had limited Food as many Greyhound buses that made stops cleaned him out
I was hungry
The owner only had one hamburger left and nothing else
Fortunately, I got the only hamburger
However, there were flies all around, and the owner kept squatting flies with his squatter
The Owner was turning me off in getting the burger but I had to eat
Our Greyhound Bus Motor Coach Engineer announced as we should eat now as there will be a clean stretch with nothing for miles until we reach Salt Lake City, Utah
The driver was right all highway and mountains with no rest stops nor any eateries
Open road stretch
We arrived into SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH that night
Everton Diner I will never forget
Just wished he had food of variety is my only regret
That diner was a Greyhound bus oasis
My final destination was Los Angeles, Ca
Everton Diner forever remembered.

Sometimes, I tend to
watch blood
as I make it gush
out of my body
like it hates me
too.

Rice and tea
For a smiling flower...
But I want beauty to be, a sincere key
Caring in this heat, I see you wonder if I Molech's sour?

Rain and tear's
Easy worlds of a questions held, so quiet...
Caring and hope, in a box until wind fears
The space and renumeration, of what callous call's might

Remain and truth
So called future, with a room for when a think begin's
Shoulder's and heraldry, to love a banality's youth
Did a rage tell you, to stay away from imaginary wind?

Remember and treacle
Taken with a pristine cough, the tale has an awkward twist
She of silence is an angel of liberty, never fickle
Look hard, this lie is the only way to judge a reason, ******

Reign of terror
Women in the raving lunacy of a cold shoulder, with nothing to eat
But the stare of wonder, of me's in the rage of a waiting mirror
Where the wish granted, is still a fight with nothing but a heart to beat...

Diakonia's goal is to change unfair political, economic, social and cultural structures that generate poverty, oppression and violence

There's an abyss where the souls meet
That keeps bliss out of reach
Why?
Do we even try?
I've manipulated you all the time
That there's the light
At the end of the tunnel
I'm delusional
In my mind, too
Why do I feel dilapidated all the time
Something has died inside

But there's hope
That I'll look at the flowers
The blue in deepest parts of the skies
And there's a change of heart that sustains life in all beings

It delivers me from my darkest times
It drives me out of the corners of the dying souls of my mind
Why?
Do we even try? For just a moment of peace that gives us power

I miss you both
Your guidance being my oath
It seems like yesterday
You both went yonder far
Beyond my eyes
Up in Heaven having a look down
Your words through your wisdom
Wise and true
You would say today, Grandson you are doing what we advised and that’s pursue
You would be proud
Sometimes when I get into a struggle, I feel your whispers in what I should do
I feel your friendly breezes from outside
Your warmth on the inside
Your disciple being harsh and firm
Life’s preparation I needed to learn
Hard knocks from your experiences
Grandma and Grandpa truly knew
It was life to go through and making break throughs
My tears often fall in reflection
But never forget your lesson
You taught me how too preserver
Overcoming all the fear
I see greatness in the skies
I know you both are observing in watchful eyes
Inspiration you gave me
Being my very best
Always being in my corner
Tomorrows that became
Appreciative in take aim
Remembering you both now and forever
Thank you in the natural and the spirit
Love you both
Heart to Heart
Your Grandson to cherish
Until into the atmosphere
Your Grandson