A Life in Poetry

US

2010-05-12T21:16:00.000-05:00

Caring for you
is selfish
caring for myself
because our souls are linked
though they belong
to someone else.
I breathe for us
and to hold my breath
would only quicken
to happen again
our earthly death.
My heart is not golden
my generosity a scam
I say
Are you OK?
just to see if I AM.

Darkness

2007-10-19T09:56:00.000-05:00

for Rizzo
A man once was eating
figs in his dark tent,
Enjoying each one
Thinking his money well spent.
Then he lit his lamp
And looked at his loot,
And saw worms all over
His wonderful fruit.
He remembered how tasty
They were before he knew
So he blew out the lamp
Until he was through.

My Lost One

2007-10-19T09:54:00.000-05:00

My daughter is gone
in the trenches of hell
I cry out her name
Standing where she fell.
She was full of life
promise and hope,
But now is full of lies,
Desperation and dope.
She's lost her children
and she will lose her life,
Married to Heroin and Meth,
Homelessness and strife.
How does it hold her
so fast and tight?
As we pray and plead
with all our might?
For her to come home
To just be herself again!
Surely she's still there
Somewhere within??
Her golden hair
frames a ravaged face,
Her bright green eyes
Stare off into space.
I shake her, I yell
"Baby come home!"
And leave broken hearted.
I've lost one of my own.
rhoda

CA MRSA

2007-02-21T17:30:00.000-06:00

2007
I've never tried

so hard to speak

and found myself

yet unheard.

Look out or you'll die!

You'd think all

would stop at that word,

Die. Dead. Deceased.

Kaput!

With man's fear

of mortality,

he should think

something's afoot.

Surely someone alive

besides me

Feels fear at these

words of fatality.

CA MRSA

pronounced like

See a pursa,

is a deadly disease

with several names,

and I'd say it's winning

if we're playing games.

MRSA gets inside

of you

from the person

next to you

in a drop of sweat

or any place wet

can carry it through

to you.

You don't even need a cut

or to have sex

or to share needles,

The Super Bug is uglier

than butt reaming beatles.

Awareness,

containment,

and death

to the BUG,

Is the only way to vent

and beat this thug.

I know a woman

who has been

cleanly scalped,

MRSA ate where hair

once grew ~

It was brown

the last I knew ~

Terrifying until it

started on an ear,

I think that's when

she really felt fear.

Most have it

in their skin still

Covering their torsos

at will.

With boils, bumps,

and scars,

covering every inch until

It starts on

the organs inside,

Then it's really

downhill

from dying

to has died.

No one here is quarantined,

Few are educated

about it at al,

Some still blame spiders

A microbe just seems

so very small.

Fact is, the AMA made this

And now turn their backs,

on those most

desperately needing aid

from whichever

side of the tracks,

Not nearly enough is done

Neither offense

or defense exists,

Who's targeted? Why, everyone!

I could tell you stories

from sun to sun.

I thought on lady

had it made,

because she was lucky enough

to have medicaid

for meds and to get

admitted for IV antibiotics,

and although a junkie,

they saw her great pain,

Even giving my friend narcotics.

This friend noticed the following

As a regular

daily thing.

The doctors and nurses

masked up

and changed gown,

Yet posted nothing

about MRSA's presence

in our town.

Visotors came and went

with no warning of

the risk they took

home with them,

maybe to you!

Perhaps she's even

your favorite deli's cook.

Her luck went south,

twas her without

the hair now,

and an ear to do without.

With MRSA boils

you may rush to the ER

and say, "Hey Doc!

Look here!"

He looks and backs up

then leans in to peer,

Backs up again and says,

"Spider bite!

You'll soon be out of here."

He explains how it will drain,

and writes you a script,

for a bite

That leaves you unequipped,

To fight the new

Big Bertha,

Plague, Super Bug,

Leprosy,

CA MRSA!

And maybe then you'll see

Part of what it is like

to be me,

Able to picture

how it feels

To be eaten alive

By a Flesh Eating microbe

Who'l eat antibiotics

and thrive.

I fear for those

who turn their backs,

Unless you find

Karma queer

For they could fall

fast and hard,

maybe yet this year!

Until your family

is like me,

Praying for you

with all their might

and you'll all join in

and take up my fight!

because now you have to

When those blind have sight.

Other countries have won,

Locked MRSA out tight!

While ours has not begun

or even admitted

we have a war to be won.

Learn what you can

and share what you know

What we understand we comand

So help our understanding to grow.

And pray for help,

sweating, writhing in contortions,

Aren't we reminded

of plagues

of Biblical proportions?

The Newtherlands have won

the battle with this Beast,

Let us not find

We only did

the very least

that we could have

about a tenth

of what we should have.

Please forgive us

EVERYONE!

For all the things

we should have

already done.

Suicide

2006-04-29T17:28:00.000-05:00

04/29/06

It's a choice to decide

for myself

When enough is enough,

Suicide.

I live in pain

those I love

make it worthwhile

So I remain

for a little while

and hang tough.

While suicide rests,

not as a future sin,

Just an option within

My rights

A way to abide

the pain I live in.

I used to see Hell

as the reward

for opting out

Before I fell

struggled to my feet

and looked about.

I won't be a coward

when I take my life

I'll be moving forward

done with the fight

In a body failing

with a heart

full of love,

My actions while alive

will or won't

get me to Heaven above.

Don't pray for my soul

when you hear suicide

I just took control

of my time

and right to die

by suicide.

WHY

2005-05-21T17:27:00.000-05:00

September 2004 One year after losing Mom

Why do I pound the floor

and scream my agony?

giving the carpet What For

andtears to sip for tea.

Who am I yelling at?

Who do I blame

for this feeling?

Do I pound the floor flat

because I can't reach

the ceiling?

Honest's a bitch

when the truth

looks scary,

Enough to make you twitch

'cause this could get hairy.

But here it goes

the old One Two,

"God your plan blows!"

Now this poem

rings true.

Legacy

2004-09-21T17:25:00.001-05:00

2004 for my mother

Did you really think these things

wouldn't get done

Once you weren't here to do them?

Don't you know that

I'm the one

Who will let you shine

right through them?

"Don't worry about

my lilies anymore!

Not important!" you gasped,

"Let them go"

and then you clapsed

your hand with mine,

We said good by

one last time,

And don't you know?

Your legacy is mine.

Your lilies bloom

and the Koi

circle their roots,

and, yea,

I'll tell you the truth,

We have big worries

and bitter tea,

Seen some long days

since you left me.

But lilies, your lilies,

are very important

to me,

Don't you know

that I'm your legacy?

So those arriving still see

Koi and lilies in the water,

And you, through me,

Your daughter.

Your legacy is safe

with me.

Jackie Lynn Caudill

1996-05-21T18:21:00.001-04:00

I met Jackie when I was 11. She had EB, meaning she was born with three layers of skin instead of seven. Most die as small children but they were not Jackie. This is her eulogy I gave at her funeral.

Jackie Lynn took my heart

gently changed its form,

And handed back a gift from God

that could weather any storm.

Often late at night

she would tell me stories of her life,

Pouring out 42 years

until the morning light.

I listened in amazement

as she never said

"Why me?"

She felt that those who loved her

were the real victims of E.B.

Jackie didn't just overcome E.B.,

she made it disappear,

Overpowering it with love of life,

while death was always near.

In her eyes I saw eturnity

and it took away my breath,

Surely just such eyes had closed

the day that Jesus wept.

She leaves behind a legacy

more precious that silver and gold,

A love of life beyond belief

and a purity of soul.

We will miss her presence

but be thankful for God's will,

And that He loved us enough,

to give us Jackie Lynn Caudill.

1954-1996

Mama Come Get Your Baby

1979-05-21T16:19:00.000-06:00

Not the same without the music...

Mama was once

a shining girl,

Seeing life

as a shining pearl

So happy to be lead

Down the aisle to be wed,

A woman at last

with a woman's pain.

When Mama first held

her baby child

Little pink bows

and an inocent smile,

Such beauty to behold

But then Mama didn't know

The sorrow to come,

Her baby grown wild.

"Mama come get your baby

she's crying all alone!"

And with sobs that shook

and broke her heart

her baby hung up the phone.

And Mama remembers

the little lady

She dreamed her baby would be,

But her dreams are lost

in a life to shady

for Mama to see.

Little girl playing

in the sand

Always reaching

for Mama's hand,

Has gone away

to learn to pray

In the devil's land,

And her baby cries;

"Mama come get your baby,

She's crying all alone!"

And with sobs that shook

and broke her heart

Her baby hung up the phone.

Now Mama can't help

It's in the hands of God.

So now she stares

through bars

that forever leave scars,

At her baby,

Lost lady,

And Mama remembers

that tiny hand,

And Mama just can't

understand.

"Mama come get your baby

she's crying all alone!"

Now she stares through bars

that forever leave scars

Oh, Baby,

She's a lost lady,

And Mama

remembers.

Shining Pearl

1979-05-21T16:17:00.000-06:00

From Texas Department of Corrections:

Walls and doors all sealed tight,

No wind, no rain,no love, no light,

What can survive? Surely all will die!

Locked awayWhile time passes by.

But look at the clam!

sealed tight and dark,

No light enters,

No cheerful remark.

Yet hidden inside,

Away from the world,

Waiting to glisten in light

Is a shining pearl.

no title

1978-12-12T17:06:00.000-06:00

December 1978

Take the day

stand in the light

Learn to pray

and close your eyes tight.

Rock gently

to the rhythym of your soul,

Never mind,

Let your insanities flow.

Reaching hands

crying eyes,

No one understands

we all live lies.

Space Case

1978-05-21T16:07:00.000-06:00

1978 Last song for Jim

The black side

Comes out

in the backslide...

'Though you try

to avoid a slip

You slowly

lose your grip

And you slip

Tipping

backwards in time

out of midn

A Trip

of some kind

where you find

Your freedom.

I was a fool

should have stayed

in school

to learn the rules

the first time through

with you.

So, cool,

so slick,

So easy to trick

a world sick

for love

that you're the pick

of the flock,

HA!

Smoothe talk,

fancy walk,

words like chalk

so easy to erase

and then replace

without a trace

of the place

the promise was.

And face to face

you deny the rat race

You run in one place

behind your face

Just a space case

without a home base.

Who's In Control?

1977-10-31T17:04:00.000-06:00

10/31/77

Sometimes people way

that they "aren't being themself"

Like what they've done and said

had a little help.

Some say there are spirits

who enter sometimes,

And take control

from within our minds.

Sometimes I will wpeak

and then look around,

Because I spoke without thought

and heard only the sound.

But I feel no presence of spirits,

I am neither prophet or preacher,

When I am not my self,

I am only my teacher.

Laugh

1977-05-21T16:03:00.000-06:00

1977 for Jim

Laugh, Baby, laugh,

Yea, laugh for a while,

Laugh in my face,

Baby, just go wild.

Cuz I'll laugh with you

and at you, too,

Lover you don't know

but the joke's on you.

Laugh till you're dizzy,

Yea, laugh till you're stoned,

Until you hear the door slam,

and you're laughing all alone.

Damn You

1976-02-02T17:00:00.001-06:00

1976 for Jim

Damn you, damn you,

Damn your eyes,

Damn all you do

from each sunrise.

Die, Baby, die,

just die from me

for every lie

and wrong you've done me.

I've had enough

of your boackened soul

Of your being rough

without control,

Over your mind,

Your body, your heart,

More I look more I find

I lost from the start.

Damn you, Damo you,

Damn your site,

You who damn all I do

and say I'm never right,

Die, Baby, Die,

Just die from me,

For every lie

and wrong you've done me.

Take your cold

and whoremaster ways,

That have quickly grown old

from to many days

and nights

spent damned by you,

With all you demand

within your touch.

Damn you, damn you,

Damn your life

In all you do

may you always know strife,

die, Baby, did,

just die from me

for every lie

and wrong you've done me.

End of first marriage to Jim...

Damn You

1976-02-02T17:00:00.000-06:00

1976 for Jim

Damn you, damn you,

Damn your eyes,

Damn all you do

from each sunrise.

Die, Baby, die,

just die from me

for every lie

and wrong you've done me.

I've had enough

of your boackened soul

Of your being rough

without control,

Over your mind,

Your body, your heart,

More I look more I find

I lost from the start.

Damn you, Damo you,

Damn your site,

You who damn all I do

and say I'm never right,

Die, Baby, Die,

Just die from me,

For every lie

and wrong you've done me.

Take your cold

and whoremaster ways,

That have quickly grown old

from to many days

and nights

spent damned by you,

With all you demand

within your touch.

Damn you, damn you,

Damn your life

In all you do

may you always know strife,

die, Baby, did,

just die from me

for every lie

and wrong you've done me.

End of first marriage to Jim...

Prayer for Death

1975-11-05T16:58:00.000-06:00

11/05/75

Tears well up

and spill from my eyes,

From too many lows

and too few highs.

Until I find myself

with a jolt of surprise.

Envying every

man who dies.

God, where are you?

Are you still there?

What makes my life

always seem so bare?

Please don't let me

live and cry,

If nothing else

please let me die.

Eat Me

1975-04-03T15:56:00.000-06:00

Jim's will by Jim & Rhoda

Eat me, eat me.

yea, you're gonna eat me

Though I'm dead

life ain't gonna beat me,

Cuz when I die

I'm gonna get my rocks

being sold in hamburgers

at Jack in the Box.

And after I've rested

on my vulture feather pillow

I want a moseleum built

Shaped like an armadillo,

Too hold all of

my hamburger wrappings,

Well deserved

after all life's ass chappings.

Smoke me, smoke me,

Yea, you're gonna smoke me,

Though I can't toke you

you're gonna toke me.

Cuz when I die

I want my lungs

cut up and sold,

To be smoked by freaks

czarefully rolled,

So they can get high

off of what I've done,

So maybe they, too,

can touch the sun.

That's my last testament,

Yea, my last will

To make me one mother------

You won't wanna kill.

Maranatha

1975-04-02T15:54:00.000-06:00

1975

As time goes by

I find each day

That the urge to cry

just won't go away.

Tired of living

in a timeless daze

Where it's no use giving

and nothing pays,

The people gather

in a cirle and cry,

"God, send us a miracle

or let us die!"

As their roaring voices

cresdendo to a peak,

A hush falls;

a gentle voice

is heard to speak.

"My people come to me

and take my hand,

and let us flee

this terror land.

Gaze into my eyes

that you know so well,

And surrender yourself

to my powerful spell.

I will give you riches

and laughtr galore,

Do you know anyone

who can offer you more?"

A cheer rises as the people

gather at his feet,

But then a second

hush falls

Another voice

begins to speak.

"You who wish to lead

these people away,

First let them hear

what I have to say.

For I am the Mesiah,

the only true king,

And love and light

are the gifts I bring."

A murmer of confusion

spreads through the crowd

And the first voice speaks

and says,

I hope you're proud!

Look how you've

confused them!

Abusingly so!

Why not let them

be happy and go?"

And he raises his arms

for silence with power

and riches fall

around the people

in a shower.

Jewels in her hand

a woman faces the "king"

and in a taunting voice

begins to sing,

"What have you got

to show us, Dear Sir?

Are you responsible

for our life

as it were?

I've starved so much

I don't know how to eat

with no place to even

rest my tired feet .

And here I have riches!

Right in my hand!

Show me more!

If you are King

you can."

All around her people

are echoing her speach,

All the while grabbing

all the riches

they can reach.

The love lord looks up

with the power in his eyes,

Silence again falls

as he painfully cries,

For the souls to be lost

in a moment's time,

By their own foolish choice

To be left behind.

"What I have to offer

is too great to be seen,

unless your soul is pure

and your mind is clean.

I am the power

to which you should turn

All who hear my voice

should listen and learn.

Belief in me

must be based on faith,

Judge my every word

for depth and weight.

With love my friends

you'd never have wanted

Shadows and darkness

would never have taunted.

You need never have suffered

had you loved one another

You'd never have starved

If you'd shared

with one another.

Come to me

and I will show you love,

A life full of peace

in Heaven above."

Half the people rushed him

with grateful tears,

All carrying their Bibles

not opened for years.

While the other half

turned him away,

Not even caring

what he had to say.

They could see

the riches fallen all around,

To them this "love"

was just a sound.

So divided the people

followed their choice,

No obhections left;

no doubts to voice.

Tired of years

of sadness and grief,

They walked away

with a sigh of relief.

A single figure walks

down the empty street,

With no one to recognize

His scarred hands and feet.

No one to hear

the trumpets sound,

See the eagles fly

or the light rebound.

And Jesus cries out

completely frustrated,

"My precious children!

If only you'd waited."

I and many others don't think I will ever top Maranatha which means I already peaked at 17!

What a follow up the next one is!!!

Yellow Fellow

1975-04-01T15:53:00.000-06:00

1975 listening to a drunk pee

Flowing and flowing

I'm flowing away

My God! That beer

can sure make you pay!

I grow weak

as I see myself in yellow,

Liquidated

I'm not a handsome fellow.

As the sound of the flow

pounds in my ears

Death by drowning

is the worst of my fears.

I can see the headlines

of tomorrow's day,

"The poor drunk fool

just pissed his life away!"

The Musucian

1975-03-23T15:50:00.000-06:00

1975

He leaves for work

early each day,

While the guitar cries

and wants to play.

But he kisses it good bye

saying,What can I say?

I'd love to play

but gotta earn my pay."

While his hands

hammer and nail

and terrible things,

In his mind and heart

they caress six strings.

Their reunion is touching

as they tunefully embrace,

The guitar sings

and never cries

in its favorite place,

Resting across his

workworn knees.

Indeed no lovers

Could be quite like these.

no title

1975-02-20T16:49:00.000-06:00

????

Blood drips and drips

and drips

And the devil sits

and samples

the drips

Delicately touching

the tips

of his fingers

To his lips...

Sun Child

1975-02-01T16:47:00.000-06:00

1975

Someone who carries the beauty of the world,

Within their soul peacefully curled,

Amidst the hate and sorrow today,

So rare I could kneel and reverently pray.

I'd like to surround them with flowers and sun,

A summer's breeze and laughter and fun,

To protect their soul more sensitive than mine,

I'm just a sinner scarred by time.

Sometimes I meet someone good to the core,

Who makes me want to know more and more,

From evey angle every inch of their mind,

And I run through my veins the beauty I find.

And as a rushing chill touches my skin,

I know I have touched the soul within.

Last Wish

1975-01-10T16:46:00.000-06:00

1975
If by some power
beyond my mind's reach,
I were to lose the gift of speech,
And I had one word to say
before silence took claim,
My only wish
is to whisper your name.
And if someday
like a thief in the night,
I was crept upon
and robbed of my sight,
And I had one minute to see
by God's good grace,
I'd spend it gazing
at your beautiful face.
And if one day
before my death,
I were to learn
I'd soon be deaf,
If the good Lord
gave me a choice,
I'd spend my time
hearing only your voice.
If I were to lose
the feel of touch on my skin,
I'd thank God I could still
touch souls within,
But if I had
an extra minute of time,
I'd spend it feeling
your lips on mine.
When I die
and leave you & your charms,
My only wish
is to die in your arms.

The Bitch

1975-01-01T16:40:00.001-06:00

1975 Rhoda meets Jim
He wakes with a roar

and before you're warned,
He beats down your door,
Yea, shit over warmed.
Ask him anything
and "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!"
is the song he'll sing,
like only he can.
He'll bitch about life,
He'll bitch about death,
No cares for other's strife,
if he has a bitching breath.
"Do me a favor, Jim"
Hell, don't waste your time,
He'll say "Hell NO!"
not maybe,
"Your troubles are not mine."
Well yea, Mr. Cooper,
You've got a mean mouth,
But ya ain't got a clean swoop,
Cuz ya ain't the worst in the south.
Bitch at me Babe,
and I'll bitch right back,
Soon will come the day
When I'm gonna knock you flat.
But for now I'm mild
Sweet as fresh grass,
And until I go wild,
Just kiss my ass!!
Unbelievable I would go on to marry this guy not once but twice!

The Bitch

1975-01-01T16:40:00.000-06:00

Today is Yours

1974-02-02T15:36:00.000-06:00

1974 for Herbert
Today is yours
I give it to you,
(I know it was God's
but my possessions are few.)
Trace the pattern
of today with your mind
Make it your own
and chaos you'll find.
Because man is nothing
but a whispered breeze
and all men will know it
when they fall to their knees,
Praying that the ground
will shake no more,
and that their hearts
won't break,
and their souls will soar,
Beyond the skies
Beyond this earth
And through new eyes
you'll see it was worth
all of the pain
it cost to remain
alive so long.
Yea, this is your poem,
your song,
your words from me,
And this is Life
the way I see.

To Steal

1974-02-01T15:33:00.000-06:00

1974 No, not about Randy!

The night was black
as a stack of black cats
And the crime didn't lack
a knack of tact
but of course
the law saw
And did what they could
and thought they should
To stop the young young hood
Who did a job good
from committing this crime
in the nick of time
before he stole even a dime.
He was sentenced to jail
no bond nor bail
left alone to wail
his misfortune
To cement walls
and guarded halls
Where nobody balls
or gets any ass
or smokes any grass
and nothing is real
Living from meal to meal
Paying with youth
for the crime
To Steal.

My Kingdom

1974-01-02T16:31:00.000-06:00

1974

My home is my kingdom,

My mind is my throne

That keeps me from boredom

in my Kingdom alone.

Randy

1974-01-01T16:28:00.000-06:00

1974

Long blond hair, bedroom eyes,
Innocent looking yes, but just a disguses.
Another night spent in jail; another time put up for bail.
Too many times this scene's been flashed,
Bummer times, spent in the past.
He's 19 now and fresh from the cell,
A crab-ridden place; Mexican Hell.
Depression exists and makes no sound,
As he laughs and jokes and plays around.
But through it all he's still the same,
(He may have crabs but the jail's to blame!)
His kikker boots are, gee, just dandy,
But I love him still, This is Randy.
I had the best taste in boyfriends...

The Promise

1973-02-07T12:22:00.000-06:00

1973 for Tom Rogers age 15

My foortateps echo through hospital halls

I want to turn back as each foor falls.

Doors slide by, I'm searching for one,

At room 12 C my search will be done.

The nurse at his door stopa me to speak

Saying, "Maybe he'll live; be careful he's weak."

I enter his room praying him sleeping,

The horror of my mission upon me creeping.

I gazed at his face through gauze and tape,

Memorizing forever every feature and shape.

The doctors had said, "Maybe he'll live,

If that blessing God chooses to give.

But remember, my girl, he won't be the same,

Feebleminded and crippled he will always remain."

If only the coctors knew my promise to him!

They would never dare predict a future so dim.

Slowly his eyes opened blinking, adjusting to the light,

A few moments taken to regain clear sight.

Then he looked at me, pleading, I knew,

For the one thing I wished never to do.

But with tears in my eyes I nodded my head,

And once again sleeping was the man in the bed.

One quick glance showed the room clear,

Of all but us two no one was near.

Opening his mouth with fingers that shook,

I dropped in my promise; all my courage it took.

Driving home through streets wet slick,

My heart was heavy and my soul felt sick.

"Promise me you'll never let me suffer and cry,

If I'm aver disabled please help me to die."

His existence ceased and his words were my own,

Now I suffer and cry and feel I'm alone.

Then a horn blares loud and lights flash bright!

Where am I? Lord! I feel light.

There are people here all reaching to me,

but among them all only one face I see.

I'd kept my promise and felt bereft,

I should have know I would never be left.

Laughing together we began to run,

Hand in hand to touch the sun.

We had sworn to love 'till death did us part,

But even death couldn't

It hadn't the heart.

The Shadow

1973-02-05T12:21:00.000-06:00

1973

You walk through life with a shadow behind you

Always seeking, trying to find you.

You work, you play, try to run away,

But look behind and the shadow you'll find.

Silent it is for many long years

Until the distance between you it clears.

Elusive the voice, little your choice,

You are the prey and you can't get away.

You run down the road but the road runs back!

Shadow, now substance, makes the attack.

Take your last breath and surrender to death

The race is done and death has won.

A Rock

1973-02-04T12:20:00.000-06:00

1973 for my brother Herbert

Deep in the jungle the path runs narrow

Winding and twisting yet straight as an arrow.

All along the path the animals call

The wild ones scream! with no sound at all.

Life is as definite as all of this

Pure hell, it's true, but too pure bliss.

These days a rock is all you can trust

"So solid!" you say, but Lo!

It's mere dust.

Drifter

1973-02-03T12:18:00.000-06:00

1973 age 14

On a day that dawned you were here

And like a doe a fawn we seemed so near.

But a blink of the eye and I turned around

and empty sky was all that I found.

You had drifted on following your soul

The urge to be gone too strong to control.

It lives in the heart of many a man

You'll never depart from the drifting demand.

So be off and away and travel far free

but return someday my drifter to me.

A Thought

1973-01-02T12:17:00.000-06:00

1973 age 13

Here's a thought

to ponder about

Although probably one

you could do without.

Let's say God

is a mass of minds

Ten multiplied by

infinite times.

We're not here

according to this

Could you believe

that you don't exist?

What I'm trying to say

is believe it or not

There is a chance

that you're only a thought.

Life

1973-01-01T12:16:00.000-06:00

1972 age 13

Life is a game

a constant race

You've got to keep up

or you'll lose your place.

The die is cast

before you're born

Your grave is dug

your casket worn.

For every man

there is a slot

Intowhich he falls

to be forgot.

Daddy

1972-05-21T18:51:00.000-06:00

1969 age 11
I remember watching Daddy play

With Grandma's dog on Christmas day.

Their faces so full of joy

As Daddy stood and threw the toy.

Off ran the dog! after the toy

While Daddy stood laughing

Like a little boy.

That's why now that my daddy's not here

The dog to me is very dear.

For shining through the dog's kind face

I see my daddy in another place.

A place where one will always play

Like the dog and Daddy on Christmas Day.