Merry Christmas II

Merry Christmas to my parents,
yes to you mom and dad.
You guys are the best parents,
a kid ever had.
Merry Christmas to my brother,
where do I begin?
You're not only my brother,
you're my very best friend.
Merry Christmas to my family,
for you are my pride.
And this love you have given me,
is forever my guide.

Thank you!
Dec '92

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to my parents,
who are kind yet tough.
Marry Christmas to my mother,
who isn't getting enough.
Merry Christmas to my father,
who is slightly overweight.
Merry Christmas to my brother,
who can't keep a date.
Merry Christmas to my dog,
who is smarter than Chris.
Merry Christmas to my family,
who I wish all the best.

Merry Christmas
Dec '89

Cheer (by Robert W. Service)

It's a mighty good world, so it is, dear lass,
When even the worst is said.
There's a smile and a tear, a sigh and a cheer,
But better be living than dead;
A joy and a pain, a loss and a gain;
There's honey and may be some gall:
Yet still I declare, foul weather or fair,
It's a mighty good world after all.

For look, lass! at night when I break from the fight,
My Kingdom's awaiting for me;
There's comfort and rest, and the warmth of your breast,
And little ones climbing my knee.
There's fire-light and song -- Oh, the world may be wrong!
Its empires may topple and fall:
My home is my care -- if gladness be there,
It's a mighty good world after all.

O heart of pure gold! I have made you a fold,
It's sheltered, sun-fondled and warm.
O little ones, rest! I have fashioned a nest;
Sleep on! you are safe from the storm.
For there's no foe like fear, and there's no friend like cheer,
And sunshine will flash at our call;
So crown Love as King, and let us all sing --
"It's a mighty good world after all."

The Quitter (by Robert W. Service)

When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child,

And Death looks you bang in the eye,

And you're sore as a boil, it’s according to Hoyle
To cock your revolver and . . . die.
But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can,"
And self-dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe, oh, it’s easy to blow . . .
It’s the hell-served-for-breakfast that’s hard. "You're sick of the game!" Well, now that’s a shame.
You're young and you're brave and you're bright.
"You've had a raw deal!" I know — but don't squeal,
Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
It’s the plugging away that will win you the day,
So don't be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit, it’s so easy to quit.
It’s the keeping-your chin-up that’s hard. It’s easy to cry that you're beaten — and die;
It’s easy to crawfish and crawl;
But to fight and to fight when hope’s out of sight —
Why that’s the best game of them all!
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
All broken and battered and scarred,
Just have one more try — it’s dead easy to die,
It’s the keeping-on-living that’s hard.

My Son (by Lillian Buffett)

September 11th, year 1973,
a little boy was born to me.
I loved him so, he was so sweet.
A tiny thing, with big, big feet.
Lots of hair, a great big smile.
He was my precious little child.
I already had a dear dear son,
together they had lots of fun.
All through the years they played and fought.
Their Mom and Dad loved them a lot.
Through good times, sick times, bad times too,
they did the best that they could do.
Now they've grown to fine young men.
Mom and Dad are proud of them.
They're kind and gentle and very sweet,
with bigger smiles and bigger feet.
And as they go out in the world,
leave their mom, maybe find a girl,
always ever, they should know,
their Mom and Dad will love them so!

The Eagle's Eyes

The scared little rabbit,
no matter how he tries,
cannot avoid,
the eagle's eyes.
We will run and hide,
and put up a fight.
But it's too late,
when he's in the eagle's sight.
Cause the eagle's sight,
it's so precise.
He only looks once,
and never twice.
Through the eagle's eyes,
imagine the view.
I bet you'd see everything,
that you wanted too.
And way up above,
as he flies,
I would love to see through,
the eagle's eyes.

The Knowledge Seeker

I want to know everything,
right back to our creation.
Especially the little things,
some would say useless information.
The facts our parents have forgotten,
the ideas not taught in college.
The secrets behind true happiness,
and the wisdom to deal with knowledge.

three little words

May I have a word with you?
Actually, let's make it two.
Better yet, three will do.
Three little words, "I love you!"

Peter

There was once a young boy,
who never wished to be a man.
He came from a place,
known as Never Never Land.
His friends were the Lost Boys,
they were called Peter's band.
But he also had enemies,
like Hook with one hand.
And did you know he could fly,
with the help of Tinker's sand?
This young boy's story is known,
as the legend of Peter Pan.

If we're lucky there's a little of Peter in all of us.

too damn cool

Don't be naive, I disagree.
Naive is the best thing a person can be.
Blind to the hurt, tomorrow may hold.
Deaf to the lies, they have been told.
Filled with a trust, we all wish to achieve.
Free of the fear, because they truly believe.
In the game of love, they'll bet on queen high.
They might not win, but at least they try.
So don't be naive, I ask you why not?
Without naivete, what have you got?
You got your pride, for you're the man.
Why play the game, if you might lose a hand?
No you're too smart, you're no fool.
Only fools fall in love, and you're too damn cool!

Canadian Sonnet

Now please listen to me,
and try to understand.
All the way from B.C.,
across to Newfoundland.
This country is our pride,
Vancouver to St. John's.
There's beauty far and wide,
in our hills, trees and ponds.
But there's more to this land,
than beautiful places.
Like folks who lend a hand,
and kind friendly faces.
So please remember this,
Canada is the best!!

Phone Calls

Through word of mouth, I heard of a job down south,
and I had just been fired.
So I thought I'd try, and they phone to reply,
that I had just be hired.
But what do you know, my girlfriend couldn't go,
she had a job already.
But she promise to write, and call every night,
as we were going steady.

And she gave me a call, my little baby doll,
said, "Hi, how are you doing dear?"
"Having a hell of a time, doing just fine,
but I wish that you were here."
"So do I, not a word of a lie,
and I'm really missing you John."
"And you know it's the truth, when I tell you Ruth,
that I've loved you all along."

She said she wanted me home, she didn't like it alone,
and of course I knew why.
We had to agree, to hang up on three,
so it was one, two and good-bye.
The phone went down, and I had to frown,
as I missed her oh so much.
Yes I truly did miss, her and her kiss,
and also her tender touch.

She called back again, to announce the end,
and nearly did I cry.
Puzzled and confused, until she repeated the news,
and then I asked her why?
She couldn't take being apart, as it was breaking her heart,
and the strength she just couldn't find.
I begged and plead, but with all that I said,
I still coudn't change her mind.

So she hung up the phone, and I heard dial tone,
and man I felt so down.
I couldn't handle the pain, so I caught the next train,
heading out of town.
I was in a race, to get to her place,
as I hurried as fast as I could.
Through her door I ran, found her and a man,
and naked they both stood.

It really caught me off guard, I took it real hard,
but I never said a word.
I just walked out the door, and my footsteps on the floor,
was the only sound they heard.
And for the next week, to no one would I speak,
I wouldn't even answer the phone.
For I had lost all pride, so I stayed inside,
as I wished to be alone.

Then came the day, as my life wasted away,
when my will power just gave.
It took me awhile, as I started to dial,
for I wasn't feeling to brave.
Then came her voice, and I had a choice,
to hang up or to go on.
So I said, "You know it's the truth, when I tell you Ruth,
that I loved you all along."

Then as I heard her cry, a tear came from my eye,
and slowly ran down my cheek.
No harsh words of violence, nothing only silence,
as neither of us would speak.
And then as she cries, she starts to apologize,
saying she's still my baby doll.
I wanted to believe her, as I listened through the receiver,
but it ended with that phone call.

He Sits 2

He sits amazed, transfixed
at all God may have made.
He sits and wonders if she realizes,
it's okay to be afraid.
He sees her sitting there,
startled by an eagle's cry.
He doesn't question that she believes,
he only questions why?
He understands the comforts,
that come with belief.
He can grasp the feeling of love,
a constant through her joys and her grief.
He truly wishes to be like her,
and have something to believe in.
He can see in her face,
that her life has meaning.
But he wonders if it's all,
just another person's story.
Tainted by mankind's desire,
to give God his glory.

He truly feels mankind believes,
that the world revolves around them.
He see the influence of this belief,
in every passage, in every hymm.
But as he listens to the eagle,
soaring up above.
He wonders if this eagle,
is any less worthy of God's love.
He looks beyond her to a tree,
it's branches reaching for the sky.
He wonders if it has a relationship with God,
and if not, then why?
He wonders why it is,
that of all God's creations,
Mankind is the only one,
with conditions upon it's salvation?
He doesn't see how,
we can even assume to understand.
For we can't look through the eyes of God,
as if God were a man.

He cannot bring himself to believe,
what he's read, what he's heard.
For it's more about God's relationship with us,
than it is God's word.
He believes God's love is there,
free for all God's creations.
There are no rules or conditions,
no certain obligations.
He doesn't trust in any books,
or words that are written.
He trusts in God,
and the heart he was given.
He believes in doing the right thing,
because it's the right thing to do.
Not because heaven and God,
will be waiting for you.
He believes in this,
and he starts to smile.
For all this time,
he believed all the while.

April '99

She Sits 2 (by Kendra Slade)

She sits amazed, transfixed
at all God created and made.
She sits in tranquil peace, knowing
there is no reason to be afraid.

She senses the gaze
of a stranger's eye.
But she is interrupted by
the sweet sound of an eagle's cry.

She sits pondering, wondering
and speaks a silent prayer.
She finds her comfort knowing the
Creator of the Universe sees her there.

She shares with Him her
needs and her life.
Feeling at peace, she feels the release from
her concerns and strife.

She says, "God, I thank you for
your love and creation.
But use me Lord to show
your love and salvation."

Feb '99

He Sits

He sits staring, dreaming,
lost in so called reality.
Puzzled, confused and questioning,
is it all God's creativity?

His doubting eyes are directed at the field below,
there sits a solitary girl.
Mesmerized by her happiness, wondering
where she found it in this world?

He sits transfixed by her powerful spell,
for there's a belief in her eyes.
Amazed at her inner peace, picturing
a feeling he may never realize.

He questions if she understands,
that it is a gift she has been given.
For the very reason for our existence is to
find the one thing we can believe in.

Dec '98

She Sits (by Kendra Slade)

She sits staring, dreaming,
lost in her own reality.
Overwhelmed, marveled in total awe
at the finger print of God's creativity.

Her astonished eyes are directed at the designs above,
the sun winning a glorious duel.
Mesmerized at the white patterns, floating
across a tapestry of sea blue.

She sits transfixed by it's powerful spell of
majestic wonder and beauty.
Amazed at the masterpiece, picture
perfect of God's artistry.

She questions why humanity could take
for granted or deny such perfection.
When the reason of it's existence is to
unearth the beauty of God's affection.

Aug '98

Captured

I know my feelings,
I've known from the start.
Yet there are no words to express,
what is felt by the heart.
A joy, a fear,
combined and apart.
A love from within,
is all felt by the heart.
I know my feelings,
and the fears I must face.
Shyness won't prevent,
what is shared in an embrace.
A thrill, a rush,
the heart's quicken pace.
A warmth from within,
is all shared in an embrace.
I know my feelings,
they are hidden behind lies.
However words cannot hide,
what is told by the eyes.
A trust, a respect,
as endless as the skies.
A compassion from within,
is all told by the eyes.
I know my feelings,
but not the words to express.
For words cannot capture,
what is captured in a kiss.
A desire, a passion,
an eternity of bliss.
A love from within,
is all captured in a kiss.

Someone

Sometimes you will need,
someone just to listen.
Someone to pour your heart out to,
no advice to be given.
Sometimes you will need,
someone just to hold.
Someone to put your arms around,
feeling safe without being told.
Sometimes you will need,
someone's shoulder to lean on.
Someone to wipe away your tears,
and protect you from your demons.
Sometimes you will need,
someone to make you smile.
Someone to take away your worries,
if only for awhile.
Sometimes you will need,
someone to love you.
Someone to love you just as much,
as god up above you.
Sometimes you will need,
someone for whom to care.
Someone to love and trust and know,
that they will always be there.
Can I be your someone?

Sanity's End

I'd like to explain,
the immense pain,
so inhumane,
that drives a mind insane.
Like others I've fought,
with the probable thought,
the brain has gone to rot,
but I feel this is not.
On the other hand,
it begins to expand,
trying to understand,
all that it can.
Daring and bold,
questioning what it's told,
trying to grasp hold,
ideas both new and old.
Then a sudden demise,
as it comes to realize,
the deception of it's eyes,
for truths are really lies.
Confusion all over again,
time no longer a friend,
nothing left to believe in,
can you comprehend?
It's sanity at it's end!

The Measure

What is the measure of a man?

A boy,
With physical strength,
he'll be sturdy and strong.
With emotional strength,
he shall carry on.
With true friends,
he'll go where no one has gone.
With belief in his dreams,
how can he go wrong?

And a boy,
With desire to achieve,
his will to win shall stay.
With confidence in himself,
it'll seem as if he owns the day.
With a love for life,
nothing shall stand in his way.
With all of the above,
inside him a man shall lay.

Yet a man,
With no strengths or friends,
is nothing more than a pain.
With no desires or dreams,
because he thinks they're insane.
With no confidence or love,
is just a little too plain.
With none of these,
they are all the same.

They are all men, but not the one of them a "man".
For age alone, does not make a "man".

Beauty

What is beauty?
Is beauty,
a blossomed rose?
Or is beauty,
a newborn baby,
with it's little fingers and toes?

What is beauty,
besides a word,
in a line?
And why is beauty,
always so,
very hard to define?

What is beauty,
but nature,
at it's best?
And can beauty,
be obtained,
with only a request?

What is beauty?
Is it heaven,
when we die?
Or is beauty,
like they say,
in the beholder's eye?

What is beauty,
just another,
pretty face?
And why is beauty,
always hidden,
in a special place?

What is beauty?
Is it something,
bottled on a shelf?
No, I know beauty,
as I know you,
for you are beauty itself!

What might have been

here I am, in the shower
i've been here, for an hour
remembering, us back then
pondering, what might have been.
i close my eyes, i see you smile
shadows of happiness, it's been awhile
for it left, I don't know when
and so i wonder, what might have been.

the waters cold, i start to shake
i ask myself, was it a mistake
allowing it, all to end
questioning, what might have been.
i lower my head, i believe i'm crying
the "i'm fine" stance, i'm no longer buying
now i feel, the tears descend
longing for, what might have been.

the waters off, yet still i stand
lost in thought, in a distant land
i want you back, where to begin
no more thinking, what might have been.
instead i should call, say i love you still
sadly i won't, no i never will
for that courage, i cannot find within
and so i'll wonder, what might have been.

other showers, have come and gone
none of which, had last as long
so i grab, paper and pen
and try to voice, what may have been.
feelings explored, for me to consider
and maybe an email, that i may never deliver
just this poem, would be all i would send
telling of that shower, and what might have been.

Why did she leave?

Why don't you understand,
that I would never deceive thee?
I'm a truthful man,
why don't you believe me?
Please don't run away,
I'm not here to harm you.
Why won't you stay?
Do I alarm you?

Was it something that I said,
that made you so scared?
Was it something that I did,
that you truly feared?
Whatever I'm being blamed for,
I think I should be told.
Meanwhile I'll let the flame roar,
cause you feel so cold.

I know I caused you pain,
for that I am so sorry.
I guess I was too plain,
when you wanted glory.
But please you must forgive,
whatever I have or haven't done.
It's time for us to live,
a life that's filled with fun.

And maybe I'll never know,
the fault that I have made.
But hopefully your love shall grow,
and your hatred it shall fade.
Cause believe me when I tell you,
that I love what we have built.
And believe me cause it's so true,
that this is an unknown guilt.

Was is something that you've heard,
or something that you've seen?
Was it simply an unkind word,
or something really mean?
Whatever it was all about,
it must have been a lie.
And if you still have any doubt,
than I guess we'll say good bye.

You'll say, "this is where it ends",
and I can go to hell.
I'll say, "let's still be friends,
good bye my dear, farewell."
And as we walk our separate ways,
down our separate paths.
I'll still remember the good days,
when we share so many laughs.

Chance Encounter

My story begins with a chance encounter,
without which I would not have found her.
The moment I seen her, pastures became greener,
and I was in love.
Every detail about her, burnt into my mind,
like the way she smiled as she asked me the time.
It was nine thirty three, heaven had visited me,
and I was in love.
Her beauty, her innocence, her entire look,
the way she blushed when she dropped her book.
Like no other girl, she became my world,
and I was in love.
I returned the book that she was reading,
she thanked me and I stopped breathing.
No sweater words, had I ever heard,
and I was in love.
The touch of her hand, the smell of her hair,
I close my eyes and I am there.
No girl before, had affected me more,
and I was in love.
My story ends with a chance encounter,
the very same one with which I found her.
So ended my visit to heaven, it was nine thirty seven,
and I was in love.

Being Shy

I'm always uncertain,
what's behind the curtain,
or in the pages of a book.
And although I'm curious,
it makes me so furious,
that I haven't the nerve to look.
For what comes after,
a kiss or laughter,
fear prevents me from finding out.
So take away my slavery,
and give me the bravery,
to deal with the fear of doubt.

Then I can remove the mask,
and finally ask,
what I've always wanted too.
Free of the disguise,
I could look in your eyes,
and say, "I love you!"
I could ask for a dance,
or start a romance,
with just a little shove.
For I took aim,
pulled the trigger won the game,
the game known as love.

But no game has been played,
for in reality I'm afraid,
and I don't know where to start.
Oh but if I could,
oh yes if I would,
I would give you my heart.
I would win the game,
and reveal the flame,
that has been ignited.
And by the light of the fire,
I'd confess my desire,
and I wouldn't have to fight it.

A desire that is forbidden,
a love that is hidden,
and words that remain unspoken.
Tears I haven't cried,
hope that hasn't died,
and a heart that has never been broken.
But unbroken is not enough,
a heart needs to love,
even it that love must end.
Cause until a person tries,
they'll never realize,
that a broken heart shall mend.

The Dream

She is,
as you know her,
a very beautiful creature,
with very beautiful features.
Her eyes,
at times,
so soft with love and trust,
other times,
so sensuous with desire and lust.
Her lips,
when she kisses,
awaken every desire in your body,
when she smiles,
there's a beauty,
you swear it must be godly.
Her hair,
all it's length,
blowing in the wind,
the scent,
the softness,
matched only by her skin.
Her body,
with a gown or a sweater,
is that of a goddess,
she is one of the few,
who can look,
both beautiful and modest.
Her voice,
so soothing and sexy,
you fall in love with each word,
to beautiful to be described,
it has to be heard.
Her mind,
with all it's thoughts and ideas,
creates the mysterious creature,
at the same time,
is her most beautiful feature.
Asleep,
she is the goddess,
you would never resist,
awake,
she is a dream,
you wonder if she exist.

Naive

Call me naive, but I'd rather believe,
than to go through life with doubt.
Unhurt but alone, some call it home,
it's a home I can live without.
So give me the hurt, I'll sleep in the dirt,
for no pain is ever too much.
Cause pain is only part, of what makes a broken heart,
first it has to be touched.
It's the unfounded fears, of potential tears,
that keeps a relationship at bay.
Fearing the sorrow, that may come tomorrow,
prevents you from loving today.
So alone you remain, just you and your pain,
safe from another heartache.
But half of the fun, of loving someone,
are the chances that you take.
For love has a history, a magic and a mystery,
and no secrets left untold.
Where once there was you, now there are two,
now you have someone to hold.
But if you must, go ahead and distrust,
me I'm going to believe.
For I know enough, to know there is pain with love,
and that's not being naive.

Sitting Friends

We are sitting so close together,
yet the distance seems so far.
I want to hold you in my arms,
but you're happy where you are.
So I guess I'll just sit here,
my feelings I'll restrain.
And that distance between us,
shall continue to remain.
And even though I might want more,
I know it can never be.
For these feelings I have towards you,
you do not have for me.
Everyday you're in my thoughts,
and every night my dreams.
And every time I need a friend,
you're always there it seems.
So as we sit here, I ask myself,
is this where it ends?
You and me, always forever,
just sitting friends?