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The Good Die Young

December Twenty Seventh 
Of Two thousand and Nine
Is the night I lost my brother
A Best friend of mine

The night two paths were chosen
One for him and one for I
A night I'll never forget
The night he lost his life

Sitting in the living room
Getting ready for the night
My good friend Byron called me
And said "Tonight's the Night"

With excitement I said YES!!!
Me and Lee will be there by nine
As I proposed this idea to lee
He simply said” Not tonight"

As I begged and pleaded with him
The question only asked was why
He said I have other plans
I’m going out with friends tonight

So all during the night
Something just didn’t feel right
But I put my feelings aside
And carried out my plans for that night

We began putting our clothes on
Joking and laughing about good times
I never even realized
That this would be the last time

Posing and primping in the mirror
He jokingly said “Do I look rich”
I said “Man you look good”
“But you might be one preppy sum bitch”

As he laughed and said a smartass remark
A horn blew, and then he ran out to the car
His friends were there, and they were ready to go
I said I love you brother and as always he said I know

As I began to leave the house that night
Something in mind, just didn’t feel right
But along I went, and began to drive
To my good friend Byron’s to have a good time

So as the night went on
I had the time of my life
I got drunk and passed out
In the bed of that friend of mine

Awaken by a stranger
A stranger to me at the time
It was one of my dad’s really good friends
Then he said “come on let’s take a ride”

To be Continued

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Beauty In Your Eyes

A twinkle that shines
So big, So bright
Although disguised
the Beauty in your eyes
Your beautiful smile
So tempting, So kind
but there's still
The beauty in your eyes
The beauty in your lips,
runs straight to the hips
but there's still 
the beauty in your eyes
Your gentle touch
means to me ,So much
but there's still the beauty in your eyes
As I lay to sleep
I can't help but dream
About the beauty in your eyes
As time will go by
I cannot stride 
from the beauty in your eyes
In the beautiful sky's
Like kids with kites
 I love the beauty in your eyes.

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The Good Die Young Continued

Drunk and hung over
I began making this awkward ride
I began to make conversation and joke
About how drunk I was the past night 

But a smile was not present
Nor a little grin on that side
I suddenly began to wonder
If everything was alright

So we continued
Continued this awkward drive
My attention began to turn
From the car, too the outside

The outside was very dark
Clouds surrounded the sky
It seemed everything had stopped
It seemed everything had died

But at the end of our drive
My grandmothers we would arrive
To see with my own eyes
My whole family standing outside

As we get out of the car
I put on a disguised smile
For I was still hung over
Got out and said “Hi”

My three uncles walked up to me
With a tear in each one’s eye
They put there arms all around me
And stuttered “Lee died last night”

So I pushed and I shoved
Uncontrollably began to cry
The only thing I could think of
Was the one to blame was I

I began to look for my father
To make sure he was alright
I noticed him by the old Sycamore tree
Staring up into the sky

As I started walking toward him
I noticed a car parked that was white
My mother jumped out and ran toward me
into my arms she cried" Why!!!"

The only thing I could do was hold her
With my arms I held so tight
She said "why did this happen"
"It just doesn’t seem right"

As I broke away from my mother
And walked over to my dad
There he stood crying
With a look on his face that was sad

It looked as if something had left him
Like a little piece of his heart
Now every time I see him
My crying begins to start

I said “Dad remember the good times"
“Remember he's still your son”
He said" yea I know Cody Bo
But the good they die young
The good die young son"

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Nightmare of All Nightmares

Last night I had a dream
that scared me half to death
I found myself running
but could hardly make a step
My feet were intertwined
and my legs gave out
I fell hard to the floor
and almost passed out

As I looked behind me
to see what I was running from
I see a picture of my past
and realized what was to come

this picture kept coming toward me 
staring me right in the eye,
as my feet moved faster
But I stood still
I felt I was going to die

But this picture behind me 
that I had seen
Was no cliché monster
From the old movie screen,
and what did my eyes 
Find behind me,
Me and my lost brother
drinking and driving

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Toys Are Us

Toys Are Us
By Cody Brandon Turner


Sweating and tired
Heat hovering over my skin
This day has got to stop
The only question I ask is when?
Parched and dehydrated
It’s too much to take
The sun is beating down on me
Like a bully in the sixth grade
My mouth is drying
My skin is getting pale
It’s beginning to drive me crazy
It’s making me want to yell
Damn all this heat
And Damn this dreadful place
All that this place is good for
Is making people hate
Making people hate life
And all it has to offer
This thing people call work
Why do we even bother?
It restricts us from are lives
And chains us like slaves
It’s nothing like when we were kids
When we used to run and play
No responsibilities
No worries, No hate
The only time we were sad
When our parents said we couldn’t play
Laughing and smiling
Without a care in the world 
Imagining and dreaming
In our beds we would curl
That time is gone now
Responsibilities are a must
I often look into my closet
And see toys covered with dust
Through all of the years
In my search for my own happiness
My quest to find life’s true joys
Who would have ever thought?
It lay in a box full of toys

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Many Different Colored Hats

Many different colored Hats
Hat’s I’ve never worn before
When asked why I now wear these hats
I begin to stare onto the floor

Many different colored hats
Red, Blue, or even Green
Hat’s on my head even in public
Hat’s that no one has ever seen

Hat’s many shapes and sizes
Hat’s not fit for my own head
With these Hats I look in the mirror
My brother’s face is there instead

With these many different colored hats
I see my brothers face within me
I stare at the mirror and continuously ask
Am I the man you wanted me to be?

But there is never an answer
Only a silence that I cannot describe
Its seems as if we are playing hide and seek
And my brother has gone out to hide

Many different colored hats
These hats I will continue to wear
Until I finally get my answer
At the Mirror I will continue to stare

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Booga Booga Boo!!!!!!

Booga Booga Boo
I will say to you
On a dark hallows eve night
With a trick up my sleeve
And a treat in my bag
A great night for teasing and fright
With a mask on my face
To the door I will race
Only goblins and ghouls here tonight
With one simple throw
The owners will never know
Who threw toilet paper on there house last night
The pools will run red
While the dye is in my hand
If they want to catch me let em try
With eggs of joy
Through my arm they will deploy
As I send these little birdies in flight 
The Black cats will run
And the pumpkins will fall
If you don’t leave me candy
You will regret it most of all
The windows will be closed
And the doors will be locked
My paintball guns are ready
Ready to shoot loaded and Cocked

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Ocean

Damp and Wetting
Wind howling half mast
Contentment is here

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Atheists In Foxholes

Two young men in vietnam 
Sit in a foxhole one night
While chatting and talking about there families
and sharing pictures of each others wives

But along in the Dark distance
Came a bright and shimmering light
The light came down from the sky
like a shooting star in midflight

Charley was spreading
into the jungles of the night
Shouting out to one another 
Tat ca deu chet dêm nay 
which means they all die tonight 

As the men laid in the foxhole
watching people running for there life
One of the men said we must flee
the other man said not I

The one man said
In the bright shimmering light
But why does one not flee 
and run too save his own life

The other man looked deep
Deep down in the man's eyes
and says I shall do as my fathers did
I shall stay, I shall fight and I shall die

The fleeing man had a face
a face full of surprise
He asked why does thou not flee with me
on this very hour tonight

He said I just can't do it
it's not the way I was raised
my mother always taught me
to  have a little faith

See I believe in God
and I believe he has a plan
and if it's my time to go
might as well be like a man

So now do you see why,
why one does not flee tonight
why I choose to stay 
and risk my life and fight?

The fleeing man said no
and ran into the dark jungle night

So the one man kept his word
with every inch of his might
sitting in his little foxhole
and fighting throughout the rest of the night

Until his upmost surprise
came mornings first daylight
he seemed to have survived
survived for one more night

Re-gathered with his troops
all thankful to be alive
the man began to search
for his friend that ran off that night

asking all the troops
if they had seem him around
he finally came to the realization
that his friend was nowhere to be found

But he forgot to check
where he should have looked before
because there laid his friend colorless
and lifeless on the floor

So the Vietnam war ended, it took so many lives
but the man who said that he shall stay and fight
now lives at home with that same wife

for he every sunday
visits a tall white ivory stone
on the front it reads, I miss you
and I cant believe that your gone

But with all the Commemorative plaques
and monumental poles
theres one saying that still holds true
there are no atheists in foxholes

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A Man's Worry Rock

A worry rock in a man's hand
Smooth as a calm lake in July
Asking only to be loved
With a troubled past he leaves behind

With Expectations of love he waits
For another mate for him to find
In his eyes you can see that he is real
A Lost love trapped deep down inside

Spirituality and religion become a question
for the answer only he himself can find
A man's true love for god
comes in the image of a young woman’s eyes

Destiny and fate
Connected into one
The Worry rock in the man's hand
Serves its purpose and is passed on

Worry no more

The precious rock speaks to the soul
A Man who was once lost
Is shown the way by an old stone

For these sticks and stones
They often do break many bones
However the worry rock is true and kind

With wishes upon wishes
And Dreams upon dreams
This Worry rock, I hope you will all find


This is dedicated to my friend Zach who told me about his worry rock that his father gave 
him and how it helped him get through tough times in his life
His father found this rock in the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee in a stream on the mountain
and it was smooth as if it had been sculpted by god himself. 
His father had it for many years and turned to it during hard times, and when he felt the time 
was right he gave it to his son.