Seaside Sickness

Sitting alone,
by the edge of the sea.
No one around
but the Lord and me.

Sitting alone,
I shed but a tear.
Then comes a voice
and I stand in fear.

Standing accompanied,
no longer afraid.
"Come closer," it says.
"Come closer, be brave."

Facing the ocean,
I take a step forward.
The voice comes again
and I walk toward.

Not looking behind me
I continue to pace.
The farther I go,
the clearer his face.

The lighthouse ahead,
I aim for that shore.
For the beach behind me,
I can see no more.

Schizophrenic

How are you today, sir?
  "full of HATE!?"
But... why?
   "I'll say no more."

Same Dream, Different View

Wash me to the shoreline,
in from out to sea.
Gather up a pile of sand.
Build your house with me.

Decorate with sea shells,
flowers and pearls of white.
Stand aside, let the sun bake.
Luminate with light.

Enter inside your castle
the moment the sun sets low.
Look out from the tower window,
and see all the houses in  row.

Reunion

Fear not, dear sir,
for your angels are
in the palms of God.

Granted, their words
are salt poured
into an open wound.

But sorrow only lasts
for just a short while.
You'll be reunited.

And when you see them
standing there, you
shall rejoice with Him.

Remembrance

Day by day
I walk through my house
and remember the night
that he died.

The wheeze in his breath
the fear in his eyes.
To tell him I loved him
I tried.

But the lump in my throat
and the look on his face
made it impossible
to say goodbye.

Now all I have left
is the guilt in my gut,
the dog, the cat,
and everything but.

The one thing I want
most in my life
is my father back,
along with his wife.

Realization

After 1 of 3 talks
with my friend, LSD,
I've come to realize
that the blame is on me.

The guilt on my shoulders
is far too heavy
for the strongest of men
to lift off of me.

It used to be God
I put the blame on.
Then after Him
it was my mom.

Soon after, I realized,
that it was my fault.
I was the one who
called my own shots.

I had enough time
to tell him goodbye.
To say that I loved him,
to hold him and cry.

But I was too weak
for that type of pain.
Now the guilt and my sorrow
fall like tears, and the rain.

Rays of Hope

Red reminds me of the sunrise,
making me believe there will
always be a tomorrow.

Yellow reminds me of flowers,
giving me hope that with spring
each life will renew.

Orange reminds me of fruit,
and without nutrition
we have no energy to go on.

Green reminds me of grass.
It grows in all countries,
equalizing everything.

Blue reminds me of rain.
Showers that cleanse the earth
and refresh the inner soul.

Purple is known for passion.
I hope as long as this color exists
I will find it someday.