Life is just this yellow brick road
Its filled with stumbles and cracks that make us fall with no one to catch us
And we can only enjoy it when we get to the emarald city
Why can't we enjoy the road, the journey?
Why can't we stop and enjoy the scenes the journey gives us rather than just  looking forward at the emarald city?
Why follow the road to the city when all we have is the road?
We can't stop walking down the road
But why can't we notice it and everything it gives us?
Why is it that only the end matters when we can enjoy the journey there?
Why can't we enjoy our lives rather than just walking along the yellow brick road?

Love is this un-unstandable dream
That when anyone in the world wishes to dream
All they have to is wake up
Look around
And wait for someone to catch them
As they fall through endless bouts of time
And live in the infinity of a dream
That no one wants to wake up from

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It's 3-19-15
3 years ago today, you took your own life
You told everyone that you'd give up your kids, over your dead body
Nobody thought you meant it literally
But you did
The day we buried you was the day you had to sign custody of your kids
Over to the State...
With no chance of getting them back
I miss you
I cry for you
I mourn your death
You meant the world to me
You were my uncle
My best friend

Today, 3-19-15, I can't have you
Oh, how much I wish you were here
I write letters to you
And always end them in
I will see you soon

R.I.P Dicky Adkins 3/19/12

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International Women’s Day?
Don’t you mean 24/7/365?
That sounds about right
Just making sure you knew
That day was misconstrued
We don’t need a holiday for that
Women being free is a holiday in itself
We don’t need 12 days
We need 365
Because we’re going all year long
And we’re not stopping for anyone
Partners in crime
Without doing any crimes
Somebody to help make these words rhyme
Whoever helps pass these reckless times
Is worth celebrating every day by telling them how much you appreciate them
Because there might be a day that you will longer be able to

what do you do
if your best
was not even close,
enough.

what do you do
if your words
were lost and
misunderstood.

cry, write, smile
and proceed with your life.