Dear Dad,
I did not forget Father's Day, or forget you
I miss you and the things you would do such as telling us your children
to stack up all the chairs and that you would take off your shoes and jump over them, we quickly stacked up the chairs expectantly waiting for you to jump over the chairs but much to our surprise you took off your shoes and jumped over them
I miss how you would tell people that you did not know, when they asked that how many children you had, you would say 3 and a Half Dozen and when their jaw would drop in surprise , you would explain
3 and a Half Dozen, 3 girls and a half dozen boys
I still don't know how you did it Dad caring for so many kids and so much noise from all the girls and boys and running a farm too
I don't think I ever thanked you enough
Dear Dad, life has been so rough without you, soon before you passed away and you were on your death bed, my sister, said that you were hanging on needing to know that I would be Ok, Dad, I tried to be strong when I told you I would be Ok.
I felt like I lied, and I can not even count the amount of times I've cried
since you have died, I feel like a piece of my heart did depart with you!
I still try to be strong and hold onto cherished memory's like how you would look at my little girl, with a proud look in your eye's and there was no hiding the grin on your face.
Dad no one could ever take your  place
I miss you and my little girl, now a teen, she still remembers and misses you too. You would be so proud  of her, I know I am.
Dad, I Love You!
PS.I hope this letter reaches you via: special delivery, maybe an Angel will hand it to you.

I drink to feel better,
I drink to feel fine.
I drink because I miss you,
Is there anymore wine ?

What a life! So short, yet looking very long
Offering so much but leaving souls yearning for some more.
Questions like; what it is, where it is and how to get through,
Keeps the mind wondering and the soul with a vacuum

If you know the creator of heaven and earth
And believe He sent His only Son in your stead
Who suffered shame and hung on the cross till death
Then you are an heir and you breathe the father’s breath

If you know that the father knows you not
And you feel like you’re ripe for that place that’s hot
If you’re stained and can’t be cleaned with water from tap.
Then, like a lost traveler, you are lost and in need of a map

If you believe you’re lost and desire direction
Reach for the Son whose spirit gives the instruction.
Engraved in His stripes is the way that leads to life
You only need to believe and He'll take your strive

The father has a home above, kept as our treasure
And desire to redeem man from his fall to this place of pleasure
He sent the son to make a way and stand in the gap
Bridging the way to our treasure; so we could follow Him the map

Spring grapes die on withered vine
Wine of wrath flows bitter red
Isis' son seeks Babylon
Avenge by death the deed of Set

Along Euphrates course they fled
From march of madmen to the throne
And wine of wrath flows bitter red
Eagles flock to hawk by drone

Hung within a garden high
Black masks the march of death
Give new life to Levant's lie
And wine of wrath flows bitter red.

r~ 6/17/14

Yet I'm still laying here. It's pitch
                              black
The only thing bright enough to see is this tiny little screen I
                    tap tap
                                     tap
To write you this poem.
                You'll be happy to hear I've started smoking again to let my lungs go
                 B
                          L
                A
                            C
         K
Because for once, I let them breath. You told me to try.
              You said it'll be fine. We'll be fine. Yeah I believed you, but my mistake. You're like the smell of nail polish remover, you can last for days but gone in a week. Oh, but a month later, your stench, it'll crawl the house.
                   I'm sorry to be bitter,
     black.
                                          I know every morning when I wake up,
                   my mouth will taste
Like ****
                           because I know I've been saying your name
                                        all night.
~T.P~