On a freaky Friday night
Right in the scene
I was caught drinking
My father's beer
Smoking his cigarettes.
While listening curiously
My parents favorite song.
They traveled for a tour
They're not coming soon
I was dancing and drinking
Smoking and shouting
Singing a loud the lyrics
With all energy brimming
Outshining the original artist of the song.
Suddenly I felt a hard knock
It was my parents
Was frightened instantly
My mom exclaimed
Like father like son
My dad screaming
Boy you're too young for this.
On a freaky Friday night
Right in the scene
I was caught drinking
My father's beer
Smoking his cigarettes.
While listening curiously
My parents favorite song.
They traveled for a tour
They're not coming soon
I was dancing and drinking
Smoking and shouting
Singing a loud the lyrics
With all energy brimming
Outshining the original artist of the song.
Suddenly I felt a hard knock
It was my parents
Was frightened instantly
My mom exclaimed
Like father like son
My dad screaming
Boy you're too young for this.
He lived, expressed, and passed on what he knew.
It did not always taste good nor was it easy to chew.
Perhaps his father also had hard-to-express emotions
That remained inside him, filled with questions.
Much of his DNA is within me that will not change;
But there were other things I managed to rearrange.
"Like father like son" need not be completely true.
Some of our ways can change if only just a few.
When awareness like a light bulb electrifies your life
And reveals so much more than a little advice, may it
Capture your attention with full devotion, inspiring you
To leave a legacy and pass it on to the next generation.
If the saying is true:
Like father like son
who is your dad?
We know
who Jesus'
Father is
Jesus is love
His Father is love
using tongue
to deceive
and strength to kill
makes one son
of the devil
a murderer and liar
from the beginning
without end.
Father drives a stage coach
always carries a gun
Son's a driven 'Sage Coach'
shoots for motivation
Beacon....
I love the way I feel right now...
Sitting at the bar
Like father like son
A testament carved out in stone
The parallels of two distant lives
I have crossed the lines out of despair
If only to change the course of futility
In an attempt to break the surface for air
Just one deep breath before I sink back under
Until the next time a beacon shines out for me....
And then I come to realize
How fast dreams turn to dust
Here then gone right before your eyes
My head, nor my heart can I trust anymore
Back beneath the surface I hold my only breath
And I wait for the beacon that brings me up for air again...
Not a chance in hell I will survive the wait
Not a light on the horizon, only the darkness of fathomless depths
Though I sink, I still swim
Regardless of the hopelessness within ...
Like father, like son
No
Like son, like father
That is how I wish to be remembered
I wish to be remembered
Not for who I was
But for who I became
In honor of my son
I wish to be remembered
Not for being a good father
But for who I raised
To be a good son
I wish to be remembered
Not for the love I gave
But for the blessing
Of love given by my son
I wish to be remembered
Not for the times I laughed
But for the moments
My son laughed with me
I wish to be remembered
Not for when I smiled
But for the difficult days
When my son still smiled
I wish to be remembered
Not for all the good times
But for the bad ones
When my son made them better
Most of all
I wish to be remembered
For raising a man
Who I proudly call my son
Every year seems to bring more sorrow to my heart,
And everytime i try a fresh start
But it just leads me back in a place thats evermore dark
That is why I know hide and protect it
Right behind a giant and strudy Rock
And in it lies a sword,
Like excalibur my spirit it becomes,
Tearing away my assailants
Before they have a chance to seek and strike
The song that wreathes from my sword
Keeps me warm while my soul within it waits and harks
As for my Rock...
My God..
The blue rosewhos heart is always torn apart,
and resowed
I know because i felt it also
Like father like son
Until the end of the road..
Or at least another loop hole
Like father, like son, amazing how that happens
Seems inherent in families, an obligatory passion
Unavoidable joy
Since mine was a boy
A bond so tight, difficult to fathom
Looking at my son, is like looking in the mirror
With his outlook on stuff it couldn't be clearer
His taste in women
Rival daddy's, a given
As well craving brussel sprouts and passion for caterpillars
Anger the bastard child of Hatred despised and rejected stands before
his father and ask "What do me and my mother mean to you?" With
glowing red eyes Hatred answers "I care nothing for you or your mother
Lust. Lust your mother is nothing more than a **** who I had sex with."
Looking Hatred in his firey red eyes Anger says "For someone who lurk
in the shadows you hurl a lot of insults." Stepping closer to Anger, Hatred
responds with another insult "Your mother Lust is a **** plain and simple.
How can you not know and who are you to question me?" With a bold voice
Anger says "My mother is not a **** and I am your son." With an evil smile Hatred
says "Her name tells you what she is. Don't blame me for the life you was dealt.
If you're looking for Love you'll find her with the rest of the virtues in Tranquility.
Why can't you be more like your sister Cruelty? Truly you are a waste of semen."
Turning his back to Hatred, Anger respond by saying "These are my last words to
you. You're a pillar of salt. No one wants to be around you." As Anger walked into
the night he heard Hatred say "Like father like son."
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
I’m my father’s bone
Like father like son
I’m my mother’s joy
Yes, I’m a mama’s boy
I’m Petronella’s lover
Her partner, under cover
Her answer at the end of the phone
When she means to moan
I’m Peter’s best friend
His mentor and confidant
We go out with friends
I’m theirs on the weekends
I’m never alone even on my own
I’m attached to everyone
To myself I’m unknown
To me, I am none
In me, there's so much to uncover
I'm hard, but fragile like a flower
I'm shallow and deep like the ocean
Everyday I search for Thabang (this noun)
I’m something to someone
I’m not my own person
How can I be me
When I am in spite of me
I exist for more than just me
I’m everything to all that I must be
I’m a member of this team
A part of thier dream
Thousands of abandoned cats and dogs ? Running wild in the streets of her Detroit
Slums as ghettos with endless lines, shattered lives redundant this verse it's hearse
Their rich whom rule the world ? His bride Frankenstein these, offspring be hades ?
Godless orphans one might believe; whom cannot see, past the flames they exhale
Breathe and nefarious ways; his ram with multi-national corporations lifting horns..
Covered of tears as innocent blood Alpha's, children ? Still trying to justify, your evil.
Like mother, like daughter
Like father, like son
Like uncle, like nephew
Like aunt, like niece
Like grandfather, like grandson
Like grandmother, like granddaughter
A man to a woman
A boy to a girl
A policeman to a policewoman
A deacon to a deaconess
A dog to a puppy
A cat to a kitten
A hero to a heroine
A lion to a lioness
A male to a female
A professional soccer player---------- football
A professional baseball player--------- baseball
A softball player---------- softball
A handball player--------- handball
A horse racer--------- jockey
A sport with sticks and an ice playfield--------- ice hockey
Demeter Edwards
Even though I used to be a republican, I was only happy under one republican President.
During my lifetime Ronald Reagan was the only republican that made me feel content.
Nixon said he wasn't a crook but we know better than that.
Ford pardoned Nixon and that caused him to lose to a democrat.
When it comes to the two George Bush's, it's like father like son.
The economy would be much better if neither of them had won.
If McCain wins, he'll continue the war.
If McCain wins, he won't help the poor.
If Obama wins, he'll stop the war and he'll help the poor a lot.
Some people think McCain can be a good President but I'm afraid he can not.
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