ABYSS

ABYSS MY SOUL IS FLOATING ABOVE THE DEPTHS OF HELL FIGHTING THE URGE TO KILL FIGHTING THE URGE TO AVENGE A TORN HEART A HEART THAT HAD BEEN RIPPED FROM MY SOUL FIGHTING TO REGAIN A MANHOOD THAT HAD RIPPED FROM MY GROIN FIGHTING NOT TO DESTROY THE ONE WHO DID THIS TO ME THE ONE WHO STOLE MY CHILDREN AND LEFT ME ALONE FIGHTING TO RETAIN MY SOUL FIGHTING TO OVERCOME TO REGAIN TO FORGIVE FOR TO FORGIVE IS TRULY THE PATH THAT LEADS TO THE SALVATION OF MY SOUL

READ THE WRITE

To read the write is always fun and to read the write is never done To read the write is bright and cheery or to read the write is dull and dreary To read the write is learning magic but to read the write is sometimes tragic To read the write is to ideate and to read the write is to create

Listen

Listen, he would say Can you hear him son Way off Way off in the distance. He's coming son See he's getting louder Listen carefully son Pay attention and listen That's America That's life Listen to that engine Feel the power That's America growing, powerful, and free That's life. Growing, small at first, getting bigger Soon he will be here Listen son Listen to that engine Listen, listen, hear it roar Listen to the compression building Building power to slow his heavy load Listen son He's getting closer Listen to the roar, feel the power of that engine Look son Up the road Around the bend Look son There's his smoke Over the hill See son there he is His chrome stacks belching smoke There he is like a boy turning into a man Getting bigger getting stronger Pump your fist son Grab the air Blow your horn He will answer you He will talk to you Then he was Blasting by the big engine roaring the smoke blowing out of the chrome stacks disappearing into the wind behind him HONK -HONK -HONK A wave A smile as he headed in the future Watch son He's getting smaller listen son It's hard to hear him Listen and watch son He's like a man He reached his peak He's getting smaller Like a man drifting into eternity Listen son Here comes another one Delivering America Here comes hundreds thousands millions they will always come

I Forgive Her

Have you cried for a lost child? I have Have you been alone among thousands? I have SHE LEFT ME WITH THESE THINGS Have you fought to regain your soul? I have Have you fought the urge to kill? I have Have you fought to mend your heart? I have SHE BLESSED ME WITH THESE THINGS Have you fought to regain your manhood? I have Have you fought to keep a child? I have Have you fought to overcome loneliness? I have SHE BLESSED ME WITH THESE THINGS HAVE YOU FORGIVEN SOMEONE? I HAVE

SOUND

Noise, Noise, all around. The atmosphere was ablaze with the sound. It rumbled the ground and echoed the canyons. It shuddered the mountains and boomed the clouds. It crackled the trees and sizzled the seas It crashed the earth and split the air. It grated my bones and wobbled my knees. It shrilled in my ear and curled my hair. It screamed until it pierced my soul. I looked all around to find a hole and tried to hide myself like a mole. The noise came from my lovely wife as she stifled a yawn her sweet loving voice saying Honey, when are you going to mow the lawn?

My Toast

Working a crossword stimulates the mind. Often the mind is stimulated in very weird directions This morning one of the clues was "pop up" and the answer was "arose". Since my toast pops up in the morning, it seems to me if toast pops up and pop up is arose Then my toast becomes a Rose And the following poem was beget

Your Toast is arose! My Toast is a Rose? How can that be? I know my Rose is my girl friend and my future wife to be And I know my Toast is my food and my future breakfast to be Then maybe If my Toast is really my Rose Then I could marry my Toast and I would never be hungry

Ode to Ron

STEEPLES The Bells Chime and the Children suffer The Bells Chime and the homeless suffer The Bells Chime and the Hungry suffer Build another Steeple and the people will rejoice Build another Steeple So the Homeless the Hungry the Children Can be without