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| POETRY |
| Thank You A sensation all throughout my body, A vibration, An aura, A penetration of my soul, An awe inspiring glow, I'm weakened by its force, I'm weakened by its flow, It's perfectly painful, It's comfortably numb, A weak burning coal, Craving the water to quench its thirst. |
| Doubt Live, Because I must, Cry, Because I can�t, Wish, For what�s not mine, Unsure that I deserve it, Doubt, Myself and my feelings, Hate, The way that we must be, Wish, That things could be better. Fear, That they never will. |
| To My Da On Christmas Day With Christmas just around the bend, I got to thinking of Christmases gone past, And all the presents you've given me, Both tangible and not, And of those material gifts there were ones I wanted and got, Ones I hadn't thought of but was glad to receive, And ones I didn't care for, And I would hate myself for not lovng those, I would put on my best mock smile, Hoping not to hurt you, But somewhere within, around, or beside that guilt I would see your face, So loving, with a look that even as I write causes me tears, And I realize you bought me a gift you thought would cause me joy, And you bought it because you care, Though sometimes I fail to see how much you love me, And how much I love you, But lying here thinking about Christmases gone past, I realize I love you more than you, I or anyone will ever know, And so I thank you for all those presents tangible and not, The ones I wanted and got, The ones I wasn't expecting, And yes dear father the ones for which I did not care, For your love, For my life, For being my father, Thank you Da, Thank You. |