Parents gone, what the heck
Now I find, I'm on deck.
Siblings three follow me, how can it be
that I'm on deck.
Eldest one, not much fun
to be the one on deck.
Would I rather them than me,
No, I think I'll let it be
me...on deck.
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
the foundation that supports all our lives
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs
hands that can play Amazing Grace with flair
a melody that will lift and suprise
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
she bakes her cakes with a dollop of air
not to mention those sweet potato pies
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs
there is this look, I guess you could say stare
she will give when dissecting truth from lies
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
take nothing from her, but ask and she'll share
faith in God rests behind Midwestern eyes
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs
her framed picture holds a lock of brown hair
and seems to speak to us her words so wise
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs
You were the rock
Of the family
You held us together
And kept us strong
You were like a lion
When you roared
Everybody listened
An stood at attention
That’s how powerful
You were
But father time
Begin to chip away
At the rock
Who begins to crack
Into small pieces
Chipping and chipping
Away at you until
You turn into dust
That flew away with
The wind
Charley
In Carolina a young man’s journey began.
Today in Mississippi was it’s end.
Dressed in the best he had,
they returned an old man to the ground;
in the shade of a white oak,
Ginseng berries all around.
His was a tale of pain and woe.
His brother lost at Perryville, the greatest blow.
In ’65 alone forty miles to LaGrange,
his loyalty to the Union to arrange.
Years rolled on, wives to wed,
wives to die ,
Seventeen children came and went.
The last, my grandpa, an unexpected event.
At the end, his mind gone, to the woods he would take,
Seeking confederates long dead.
While his withering body gives way to the deepest ache.
His wish for the sweet rest that lay ahead.
His lonely trek soon to be over,
His mind, his soul, seeking closure.
Now generations have heard the story
Of a long dead wight, who still in the
darkness of the night,
calls out brother, my brother,
to see you again gladly I cross over.
When all was said and done,
Who was there?
A gleaming friend in the nights of sorrow
And in the depths of despair?
Did you know what you were doing
As you took each sip?
Did you know what you were doing
As through your fingers your life slipped?
Was the blade your only final friend?
Did you think it would be easier to make it all end?
You chose death over us,
You chose death over another try.
Those thoughts really make me question why.
It wasn’t over;
You had so much more to give.
So many more lessons to teach,
So many more moments to live.
I know your heart was broken,
But did you even consider
All the words you left unspoken?
There are so many things I wish I could ask,
So many questions I would like answers to.
But you took the permanent solution
To a temporary problem,
So I guess my thoughts will just have to do.
At first I thought it was the gales
That howled into the night,
But then the banshee's keening wails
Broke all the glass in sight
I hopped from bed up to the sill
To see what I could see
I saw a crow upon the hill
A dark monstrosity
My throat closed up; I couldn't breathe
I thought that I would die
But it flew out towards the sea -
Across the moonlit sky
But then the worry came again
Which nobel love would die?
Me, M’Lady,M’Lord, and when?
Which one did Death espy?
I bit my nails; I cracked my wrists
The fear was like a wrench
It smashed into my heart like fists,
And kept me in suspense
It was three days of agony
Till I found out M’Lord had died -
My sailor son in Tripoli,
Was killed in cannon fight
I guess I don't get WHY the crow
Gave his warning to me
Why screech of death at my window,
Instead of Tripoli?
Instead of Tripoli?
(Besides being a woman, the banshee can take the form of animals, such as the crow)
Received 1st place in "Creepy Irish Creatures" contest
My death wish
Death may come faster
Than I expected,
Family,
I know I am nothing but a burden,
I can see it in your eyes.
Please stay away from my funeral
With your vial tongues
Your insane minds
and your want for attention.
When my death comes
Please look at my body,
See what you have done,
Years of depression
With illegal drugs in my lungs,
Alcohol in my throat
and scars all over my body.
As your mind wonders
Go find my father
That I've been wanting to meet for fifteen long, painful years,
Tell him I'm finally gone
and that he can burn in Hell for leaving me stranded for so long.
This may seem harsh,
But who said life was always pleasant?
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