Walk the desert to the horizon
A wizened old man longs
For a taste of translucent liquid
To fill his can up full
His old man always said take a bull by the horns
But never uttered a word about life with all its strife
Much like attempting to bed a wed wife-
If it's easy, you're not doing it right
So the ripened old man walks the barren land
In search of knowledge

And so I did it
And so I lived it
And so I said it
And so I will do it again

Encumber my desires
                  Whilst I slumber by my internal fire

Dear Beach ***,
Thank you for brightening up my page
Every single day!
You lighten up my life and
Truly encourage writers in every way!
I know it may not always feel this way
But the greater sum of us, like what you have to say!
So here's a message to our dear *** on the Beach,
on behalf of the whole HEPO site,
Thank you for being our Beach ***!
~Ian R.

When I watch you grow
I realize, a thick stem is better
Than a long one
For a thick stalk does not break as easily

I'd write you a song
one not too terribly long

I'd ink your name
under a sketch of your face

I'd love you
the way you should be treated

I grew up
      Learning about car models
             Not knowing
I was just another one
      To my father