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I LIKE THE RAIN, IT HIDES MY PAIN.
COVER MY TEARS; BLOCK YOU FROM SEEING MY FEARS.
AS I WALK AROUND DODGING MY PEERS.
HOPE MY GLASSY EYES BLEND IN.

MY MIND IS LIKE A RECORDING.
VISITING MY PAST.
REFERING TO MY PRESENT.
FROM WHO I RESENTED, TO WHOM IM PERSUEING.
FROM PRIOR MISTAKES, TO OPTION I HAVE TO MAKE.

LIFE OF PAST SORROW, TO ADVENTURE FILLED TOMORROW.
ACCEPTING OF MY FAULTS, TO A FUTURE OF MY CHOICE.

AS FOR THE RAIN, THAT SHIELDS MY TEARS & HIDE MY FEARS.
I HOPE FOR THE SUN TO BRING ME PLENTY DAYS OF FUN.

What should you do on a snowy day?
Don't ask your mom, is the first thing I will say.
It all happened on the 13th of December.
A very cold day, I'll always remember.

You see the snow was coming down fast.
I thought to myself - How long will this last?
For hours I paced around my room.
Each minute lasting longer, I filled with gloom.

At my lowest moment, feeling quite blue,
I gave up and ask my mom what to do.
She said, "I'm glad you asked and let me tell you why!"
Oh, she had this awful twinkle in her eye.

"Oh son, you've make me the happiest mom alive!
Now go out there and shovel the drive."
I put on a coat and zipped it up tight.
I gave into her request without a fight.

I started out plowing; it's really a cinch.
Then I look around and only uncovered an inch.
Those snowflakes kept falling, one by one.
This is horrible, when will I be done?

My hands were frozen and my feet were numb.
Asking my mom what to do, sure was dumb.
I worked and worked and shoveled away.
I finally was finished, too cold to hooray.

I came in the house and fell to the floor.
My mom saw that I had finished my chore.
My teeth started to chatter, my body started to shake.
My mom took one look at me and said, "You need a break!"

"You shoveled the drive just like a pro.
How about some cookies and hot cocoa?"

I ate and drank and feeling a little better.
I changed my clothes and put on a sweater.
I've learned from this - here's a clue.
Never, never ask your mom What can I do?

Blonde hair, blue Eyes, dimples
Pretty Smile
so infectious,
She laughs,
tears of joy in her eyes.
Her girl like features lighting
up with love,
she hugs me and simply says...
Hi Mum, I missed you!

Luke, you are a bright boy,
Luke you're such a good kid,
You'll have to figure all this out for yourself,

But I'm not the antichrist,
Christ I'm not the antichrist,
You see she only sees her own side.

Meet me soon for pancakes,
Meet me on Sunday for sandwiches,
At the funfair - on your favorite rides,

Act Strong, Fight Hard, Be Well,
Dig deep and give them hell,
Fridays are for matinees and Sundays for goodbyes,

Some kids have plans to run away,
Some kids have plans to rule the world.

In the attempt to give it one more try,
I knew would be the first and last to cry.
All I wanted was that father daughter bond,
I was happy when you made the effort to respond.
Not knowing how long it would last,
But didn’t think it would be this fast.
I’ve helped you through hard times,
Every time it’s me who has to climbs.
I have to climb to rebuild my life,
I’m Fed up with this strife.
So maybe now it’s time to walk away,
At least then my feelings can’t decay.
Dad, I hope you know what you’ve done,
You can’t keep making me feel this way.
This time being the last you do,
Why should I keep taking put downs from you?
Now I’m gonna start standing tall,
No longer am I going to fall.
I’ve tried time and time again,
Now I’ll save myself from more of this pain.
No more am I coming back,
Just to have added to my life another crack.
Don’t you think I’ve been through enough?
I can’t handle that kinda stuff.
I came to you for advice,
Was it meant to suffice?
So now I say good bye for good,
I just wish you understood.

You are just the same as dad,
The things you done are bad!
Them things there was no need for,
But you should have thought of that before.
You are another one who is meant to be,
There to help and support me.
But where was in you in times of need?
No matter how much I would plead.
When something came out where did you go?
Why should I have to put on a show?
Beside me is where you should have been,
Since then an empty space is all I’ve seen.
So dear mother, I will stand no more,
I hope one day you fall to the floor.
I hope you get the help that I received,
After all it was me you never believed.
And for them few other things,
Hope you can handle what life slings.
I’ve taken all I can handle from you,
Those things I’m tired of going through.
So yet another bad termed good bye,
I can’t believe you wanted me to try!

A chainsaw drones, in the twilight as the sun sinks into warm red blankets of sky and memories fly-
To childhood bedtime hours, when you used your wiles and powers,
to stay out just another little while
To watch that noisy machine eat its way through sweet scented pine and oak, soft downy sawdust pile,
white and clean, making a snowlike scene in the muddy October evening dark and cold,
banished off to bed for being bold.
Sneak a peek through the heavy curtain just once more to see,
The strong hands regulate that toothy saw and the sawdust dance wild and free, circles now of timber, no longer a tree and droopy eyelids steal the scene from me.

Loving them means more to me
Than words could ever say,
They're the warming rays of sunshine
That welcomes each new day,

They're the singing of the swallow
That welcomes in the Spring,
Without them close beside me
Life just wouldn't mean a thing,

They're as gentle as a summer breeze
Upon the morning mist,
As fragrant as the morning dew
By which each rose is kissed,

When all around is darkness
They brighten up my life,
Brighter than the brightest star
That lights the sky at night,

They're locked forever in my heart
I've thrown away the key,
There could never be another love
As great as them and me......

There is a big difference between generations.
Today, there is a very big difference.
The older ones like Doo-wop.
The younger ones like hip-hop.
The older listens to records
The young listens to CD’s and iPods
The older talks about the past
The younger talks about the future
Basically, there’s a difference in every generation.
But one thing is the same.
Our love for each other.
The older generations teach what they know to the younger generations.
As when they grow into the older, they’ll have the knowledge for the new young to learn.
Eventually, the older generation will die out.
All we need is love.
Love for all generations.

i dream about the days gone by. when the children were young and bustling about.

the house was full of laughter and joy, the antics of my girl and my boy.

the house is quiet now, no laughter or joy and lots of wishes.
i dream of those days while doing the dishes......

now there is lonliness except for my dogs, who love me for me
what ever i do. they know when im sad, and they cuddle with me
and i love them to death that they can see.

i need a real person, to cuddle and hugg and i dream of that day
which seems so far away.

i hope i have time left to find the right one, who will want me and love me and make me feel safe.

all i have are my dreams now, and wishes too, i hope God gives me
enough time to find you.

and enjoy you, in all the ways that i should, that would be lovely, that would be good......

dont think im to picky, i just know what i want. i hope some day i find you, but that could be tricky.

til then i have my wishes and dreams.....sometimes i want to cry, just thinking of the days gone by...............