Art is a beautiful thing. It portrays the deep emotions of the heart when words elude the tongue. It speaks when the grandiloquence of words lose their flavor. Suffused with hope and angst, art creates vibrancy in a black-and-white world.

We sat in a bar
We got stinking drunk
We left in my car
Were both full of *****

We drove through the night
Both talking some trash
I ran a red light
Head on was the crash

I lay in the street
The blood would not stop
A beer by my feet
Approached by a cop

Body was shaking
Heart dropped when he said
"Ain't no mistaking
Your best friend is dead."

I was arrested
*** put in a cell
Strength was then tested
In suicide hell

Very next morning
Inside a Courtroom
People were mourning
I shared in their gloom

I looked at his Mom
Eyes teary and sad
Her world without charm
I knew she was MADD

"I am so sorry
Through hell I will trudge
I wish it were me
May God be my judge."

I have no defense
I'm going away
Jail's one consequence
I sadly must pay

The price it will cost
It's steep as can be
I carry a Cross
Too heavy for me

I sit in my cell
I see your son's face
In suicide hell
I constantly pace

My heart can't go on
My soul has no *****
My best friend is gone
Because I drove drunk.”

~

Walk with me
on golden fields,
down paths built of love
and we will share
every breath of
this journey
with each other,
step by wondrous step
~
Take my hand
and we shall follow the sun
wherever it may lead,
along edges of time,
uncounted minutes,
shadows changing shape,
for this is ours
to keep forever
~
Sit with me
and we will write
poetic gardens
filled with fragrant,
beautiful blooms,
leaving petals of our words
scattered about
cobblestone walks
for all to see
~
Wander with me.
bringing smiles and laughter
through forests of
evergreen dreams,
underbrush desires,
finding the next vista
painted in the beauty
that awaits us
~
Stay with me
for there would be no need
for looking back,
we would have each other,
our words, a whole world of
new memories to make
endlessly
*as one