I honestly have no idea what I’m doing most of the time. But I’m trying. And that’s all that matters. Right? Right????????
My son I wish you the best in life With happy smiles And wagging tails And muddy paws My son The beach has new meaning
World War III
Bring death upon us For this world has no light Have the heavens rain down fire To cleanse the hatred Bring death upon us
The World We Live In
War and terrorism is all the rage Death and destruction around every corner A school shooting the next town over Kids get shot by cops who are let off scot free, while the innocent take the fall
You wanted a perfect little girl To dress in frilly skirts and sequined shirts Do up her hair in little pigtails that wave in the breeze
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? The edge of the precipice is such a fragile thing; teetering but managing to maintain your balance, just thus. To both sides holds the unknown, though you can feel the madness emanating from the beyond; the tightrope holds familiarity, clutching to it as your only means of sanity.
Happiness is ephemeral Blink once and it’s gone But Sadness is a black hole that extinguishes the light But anyone can adjust to the dark given time
Once thriving and lush and green Dancing in the winds of spring April’s showers bring growth and joy Roots singing in hydrated bliss
House is not a Home
Without you here There is no warmth The light that would blind Has been extinguished A cold side of the bed I can’t get you out of my head