I thank my past for the strength it has given me May I be a present bridge between past and future I am ready for whereever the future leads me

When people die People cry. As the dead float up to a happy place, Loved ones stay below with a frowning face. Memories flow, As we remember and know How happy the dead were and wanted us to be. We now begin to finally see That we shouldn't be trapped inside The despair over a loved one who's died. We should smile, Have fun, And laugh a while. We should be happy. We should be free From the grasp of unhappy memories. We should laugh out loud, Be joyful, and shout For all of the world to hear That we can be happy still.

The sign had to be specific.  My life was out of control. My faith had run so shallow  Doubt was all that flowed. Snow in the Gulf of Mexico,  Is all that I’d except to  Show me that You do have  A handle on all this mess. The answer, came in Your time  One Christmas I went home;  There was snow on the palmetto  I knew we weren’t alone.

Blue is how you leave me desolate and tired of you coming and going close to darkness but hope has shone through to give you some hue Yellow is how you greet me warm and inviting taking the hugs and reflecting them to all those around but it all turns stale Red is my passion that I am left with boiled and bruised I still smile with those who hold me dear as the embrace beckons my soul to breath Gold tears for the priceless times we've spent together and for those we've been apart. All the time that has stood blank in my current memory when you weren't there Cut in half for there is black and then there is white

In his plain white keds, jeans and a black shirt that barely covered his pregnant belly, Skinny Ham stepped into the empty bar. It was still hours before he had to perform, but he could already hea r the chants from the audience and the feedback from the microphone. He saw the sound guy giving him a thumbs up and his fingers gliding up and down the fret board of his guitar.  Before stepping into the empty bar, he really did experience these things. He traveled the country performing with his punk rock band. He sang, he played guitar and he traveled. He opened for big acts and eventually big acts opened for him.  But even before the band and before traveling the country with just one van and zero groupies, he didn't have a father. The music gave him something to talk to when his father wasn't there. He never was there. Forming the band, it was his best decision he ever made. When the music stopped giving him the satisfaction he needed, once they became famous and he became bore...

Caught in between a lover's gaze one simple thought should ne'er be thought flowing through her mind's love maze one soft touch should ne'er be fought for she feels so warm like sunshine orange, glowing, and love drunk laying still here, complete peace an enlightened joyful monk here we are in mid-laughter, just release feel the happiness hug your pores and push your hatred and the venom out past your skin, out past your denim celebrate in your glory, celebrate in mine as we drink wine and begin to shine complete and perfectly aligned look down to see fluffy white beneath us there is no mistake, this is cloud nine