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Origional Quote

Life in the fast lane ends up with you being the lead car,
in a slow moving funeral procession. 
J. K. Chenevert 1995

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A Letter To Daddy

I had just awakened from a night before drunk.
I needed a tall, cold glass of refreshing water.
I tried to stand but I couldn't.
So I sat, and there it was.
A letter fom my daughter.
I reached across the table grasping for the letter.
I began to sway, my eyes were red and sore,
rubbing them lightly just to see better.
Here's what the letter had to say.
"Dear Daddy"
I am writing just to say goodbye.
So I'll say what I have to say before I begin to cry.
You ran away from us daddy,you didn't even say goodbye.
At the time when you left, I was to young,
to understand the reason why.
Mama used to sit and cry each time we'd speak your name.
She said you left because of us kids, we were the one's to blame.
She is gone you know, she died of a broken heart.
She just couldn't make it on her own,
since you two have been apart.
She'd work both day and night trying her very best,
to give us a decent home.She never really rested much,
she was much to busy working her fingers to the bone.
She used to pray evey night you would return to town.
You never did come back daddy, you went and let her down.
She told us not to hate you, no matter what we think.
She said your only problem was, you loved your precious drink.
Now we are alone daddy, my brother John and I.
Now I know how mommy felt, that is why I sit and cry.
But I don't cry for mommy or even my brother John.
I cry for you daddy, for you see, my love for you is gone.
And now after writing this letter, even my tears have run dry.
Now that you know just how I feel daddy, 
this letter is to say goodbye.
A P.S. is added. 
A toast in in order I think.
Now that you have ruined our live's,
enjoy your self along with your next drink.

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Personalities

I am the boy who just wants to have fun.
I am the one that takes life as a game,
hit, miss and run.
I am the Man working hard to make a life.
I am the father with children and wife.
I am the Scoutmaster camping outdoors.
I am the Pimp selling the whores.
I am the Prophet, a man of many words.
I am old and gray feeding the birds.
I am the Hunter seeking his prey.
I am the Chef fixing a tray.
I am the Gambler dealing to a crowd.
I am the Drunk obnoxious and loud.
I am the Preist seeking perfection.
I am the Junkie high on injection.
I am the Crimminal fleeing from the law.
I am the Man in the woods,
destroying nature with a saw.
I am the Beast that prowls in the night.
I am the Bogeyman spreading fear and fright.
I am the Cowboy out on the trail.
I am the little Crippled Boy,
so weak and so frail.
I am the Builder that makes your homes.
I am the Traveler that wonders and roams.
I am the Soldier who fights to survive.
I am the Doctor that keeps you alive.
I am the Sculptor, the artist in paint.
I am the Good, the Evil, the Bad and the Saint.
I am the Beggar in the street,
looking for a handout, a peice of meat.
I am the Poorly, I am the Well.
I am the Heaven, I am the Hell.
I am the one they call MAN.
I am all, for ALL THAT I AM.

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Dedicated To My Mother

Fly free Little Dove, fly free.
Your journey on earth has ended,
as you were destined to be.
You've carried your cross, with many more burdens,
then just the one.
You're tired, it's time to sleep.
We will try our best not to weep.
There are good memories along with the bad,
You raised your children,
giving it the best with what you had.
At time, you were a mother,
but more so, a friend in our life.
You never really asked for much,
just to be happy over the heartaches and strife.
You stayed with your children,
whenever they seemed to stray.
And when you were needed, you were never far away.
Your sacrifices were many, your rewards;
so far in between.
You deserved better then what you had,
for you were a queen.
What you left is; "Proud Children"
that truely loved you so.
They will always be with you, wherever you go.
Your rewards are in heaven. so much more then you dream.
As a mother, you made our life more then supreme.
Your leaving was something just meant to be.
We love you Mom, "Fly free Little Dove, fly free.

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Tides of Love

They ebb in and out.
Ever so gently they seem to flow.
The tides of love,
in they come, out they go.
Feelings come rapidly, overwhelming the mind.
They run over the emotions of love, left behind.
Like the ocean wave that gives and takes,
the heart chips away as it endlessly breaks.
Pounding at the soul like water to stone,
ruthlessly it erodes the spirit,
until nothing is left, but flesh and bone.
Emotions are riddled, ripped out and cast aside.
Like the rose of beauty, without nature's nutrients,
it withered and died.
To awake one morning to see,
the shadow of what once was the man,
or the woman,
destroyed and devoured,
by the tides of love, you and me.

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Another Time, Another Place

I awaken to a cool, soft breeze.
It caresses me ever so gently.
I at last see the Gods of heaven'
So glorious, so elegant in their dress.
Golden lace, emerald green.
An array of colors so sublime,
my eyes caress the land of milk and honey.
I feel the overtures of being free.
I watch down below the birth of a new nation.
A democracy ruled by man, 
controlled by Satan's best.
I adhere to the corrup[tion of the soul,
while bending to the whims of the flesh.
I cower at the sight of illusion,
induced by the powers of the mind.
Torn between two worlds,
the one that I am in,
and the one I left behind.
Where am I?
Of course, another time, another place.

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Sands of Time

As the sands of time,
shift forever towards the sea.
As the stars in heaven glitter,
beside eternity.
As the sun comes up each morning,
and the moon appears each night.
As rainbows fall on nature's trees,
and snow remains forever white.
As mountains climb forever upward,
reaching toward the sky,
as birds sing their happy tunes,
and lovers softly sigh.
As water runs its flowing course,
until the end of time.
I give you all that's left of me,
all the love that's mine. 
For no more can a man give,
then the feelings from his heart.
And as with love that goes on forever,
our sweet memories from this day on,
will never more part. 
                    Dedicated to Kat

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Night Time Serenade

You can hear the wind,
nestling against the trees.
The leaves flutter gently,
moving softly with the breeze.

A distant cricket churps,
singing its cheeful tune.
Shadows dance in the woods,
outlined by a crescent moon.

The river winding silently,
as soft trickling touches the ear.
A possum rustling in the leaves,
so far, and yet so near.

The owl loudly cries out,
a warning to all around.
He is protecting his terroitory'
he will fight for his ground.

A deer approaches with head held high,
he points his nose, sniffs the air,
as antlers stand straight,
pointing toward the sky.

The snake crawls belly first,
searching for a darkened hole.
A mouse runs to hide,
escaping the dredded mole.

The sounds of each,
join in harmony together,
to make the woods a hidden glade.
All of Gods little creature's,
perform the "Night time Serenade."

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Eden Gone

The pressures of the day had taken its toll on me.
I lay down to relax, closed my eyes,
leaving the day behind.
Somehow, I walked into another time, another place.
I walked into a garden, a place I had never seen before.
It was as though I had been mysteriously pulled,
through life's secret door.
I gazed at many wonders, things from out of the past.
I tried so hard to grab onto the pictures,
fleeting visions, passing ever so fast.
I caught the glimpse of a valley,
buffalo and horses in play.
Antelope and deer huddled in bands, watching,
from where they lay.
I noticed elephants so big and so proud.
I heard the roar of the lions, bold and loud.
I caught traces of the whale,
frolicking in the massive sea.
I watched monkeys playing in harmony.
swinging from their special tree.
Out of nowhere came a giant dinosaur,
so graceful and tall.
Coyotes let out their howl, porpoises played,
singing with musical call.
I caught sight of a multitude of people,
gathered in peace, and in love.
Black, white, red and yellow,
along with some angles from up above.
All were singing hymns telling of the past,
in a song,
of a place where we once lived,
a place called "Eden"
"EDEN GONE"

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Rivers Run Quiet

Did you ever listen to the flow of the river?
Water running to a destination far away.
The current swishes and swashes,
pounding against the way-laid rocks.
White caps riding the rapids,
some so huge they seem to scare the
animals on the shore.
Others, not so wild, serenity seems the more.
Trees float on by, discarded by nature's trend.
Here and there, a dam erected by the 
rivers friend, the otter.
Ah, but so pretty,
the colors, green, black, sometimes blue.
The banks eroding, making room for re-birth.
A subtle echo of life in the wild,
a chosen path of water,
changing man's little earth.
Listen to the sound, hear the silence.
Try to listen to its sound, a river that runs quiet.