Grandfather's are full of stories
Fairy tales and rhymes
Jokes from books and lots of laughs
To keep your strong in your stride.

They collect the coolest things
From stamps to golf *****
Keeping things entertaining
When you're bored or bouncing off the walls.

They never tell a lie
But sometimes stretch the truth long
But how could they be Grandpa
Without singing you a wild song?

There's something in their smile
That keeps you happy all around
With a twinkle in their eye
Their love knows no bounds.

They have the knowledge of the world
And some simple daily facts
They keep your imagination running wild
And always keep your secret pacts.

Don't underestimate Grandpa's
Cause they might lead you for a surprise
They're strong, they're fast, they're super smart
No one should mess with these guys.

So remember to love your Grandpa
And stop to hear a story or two
Cause even when you think they won't
They'll always look out for you!

There's something special about Grandmothers
That nobody knows
A sweet little kept secret
Like kisses to your nose.

Her heart is made of gold
And filled with honey to the brim
Her eyes were specially picked
From fallen stars that never go dim.

Her spirit comes from rain
That fell from the sky
Caught in God's bucket
And poured to make her alive.

Her legs were made for dancing
And propping when she gets old
They were made from strong tree trunks
Chopped by God's axe made of gold.

Her hands were made from leather
Polished with God's tears
And become soft and papery
After so many years.

Her hair is like the finest silk
Whether it curly or straight
Pulled from God's head himself
And sewn into her scalp on her birthday.

Grandmother's are beautiful
Fashioned after the Lord
Loving, kind, and strong
Trustworthy, intelligent, and adored.

They always know right from wrong
And mend things when they break
Their words like band-aids
Healing up your emotional scrapes.

There's something special about Grandmother's
That nobody knows
A sweet little kept secret
Like kisses to your nose.

The taste of blood on your tongue
Your eyes gazing into twilight
Chills dance across your flesh
Your thoughts and heart racing wild

Sinking your feet into the sand
You stretch your arms to embrace the dark
Closing your eyes you imagine:
A whole new world

Skin scarred and wounded
Heart, broken and torn
Memories ruined
With so much to mourn
Eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep
Crimson ribbons trailing from fresh slashes

Not a suicide attempt, no
But a way to release it all
Laying there on silk sheets
Lifeless to any call

You don't see the light yet
But you wish you could
You don't see the one yet
Your then eyes open to the world..

Tasteless
Black and white
Silence
With no light
Naked
Icy flesh
Speechless
Alone in this mess

Again..

A world surrounded in barbed wire
And thorns
No color
No life

I'm not even really sure what to say
Or how I should explain
Today is Father's day
And I've always had this pain.

It's right here in my heart
And I'll never let it go
Even though we've been apart
I can still feel it so.

It's not the easiest thing
To know you're gone today
I'm still hurting
And this is what I've wanted to say:

I know you left when I was little
But that's not what this is about
You didn't want us to be caught in the middle
And I've never had my doubt.

You had a reason to leave
And I accept this now
Though it was always hard to believe
That you could just walk out.

But that's what being a dad is like
You make big decisions on behalf of your offspring
And that was the right choice to better our life
And alleviate some -could be- lifetime suffering.

Though I still had lots of tears
I trust your decision was right
And after all these years
I now see with God's sight:

This was meant to ensue
You were meant to pass away
We were meant to live without you
And life goes on anyway.

I love you more than you know
And that will never change
Though I didn't want you to go
I have to except this new pain.

It helps me realize a lot of things
A lot of truths and rights
I know that God sometimes brings
Obstacles that we have to fight.

So now you know my thoughts
I wrote this for you
And I completely love you lots
And I know you love me too.

Besides all the mistakes
And the big choices you made
I won't slam the brakes
On my own life today.

I'll keep strong
And celebrate this holiday
Smile even when I feel wrong
Cause today is Father's day.

No reason to frown
You were a good man, and still are in my heart
I won't let this day bring me down
Because that's what you've wanted from the start.

You've just wanted us to be happy and safe
That was your plan from the get-go
And with all the dilemmas in the first place
Your choice made us happier even so.

I love you even though I don't feasibly know you
And love you now that you're gone
So I guess you knew that this decision was right to do
Because what happened is what you wanted all along.

Isn't it strange how some people are?
Hiding away, until it's dark
Then they shine like a star
--But is it too late?

It's never too late
I really believe
That misery can be pulled
Away by a leash.

It's only another dog
To eat your words
Without understanding..

Pearls to swine
You'll regret it later
Why waste your pearls on a thing like that?

I cast my pearls
And as a star I shine
Surprisingly I find
A light in the darkness
A single flicker
Starting to burn, the flames getting thicker
That's all it takes
A pearl to just one
A unicorn standing alone among pigs.

Sharing their pearls with one another
Each unique sphere valuable to the other
Pearls to swine
You'll regret it
But to one unicorn in a pack of pigs,
Your pearls are precious.

My heart aches with the overwhelming feeling of depression,
A feeling that gravity itself is pulling at the thread that holds everything together.
And yet it's the thread that binds my pain to my heart.
I can't hold back the tears anymore,
I can't control my emotions,
I can no longer keep the blade of tragedy and agony sheathed.

My heart it burns with the want and need of release,
A feeling that the single thread that keeps me together has come loose.
It is good.  And it is bad.
I can't hold on anymore,
I can't even feel the pain anymore,
I can no longer grasp the light-- but the hilt of that blade seems to fit to easily and comfortably into my hand.

A win-lose situation.
And a repetitive process.
A continuum.

My heart it bleeds from the wound that the blade has created from my own hands,
A feeling of finally being released from the hold of that single thread.
And yet..
The horrifying emotions will eventually return,
Just as the thread will sew itself back through those worn out places of my heart.

It was Ecstasy that made her happy, and
Ecstasy that made her cry. It was
Ecstasy that made her sappy, and
Ecstasy that made her emotions fly. This pill they call
Ecstasy, was to her, more than just a a drug. But a gift and yet a curse, that she popped to keep herself up. But sometimes this
Ecstasy did not always keep her up. Even in her highest moods, she felt like she was at the bottom of her cup. Now
Ecstasy is thrilling, and makes your body feel alive. Though it is all just an illusion, that
Ecstasy makes you feel so high. She takes the pill to live, and she takes the pill to die. But in the end,
Ecstasy is nothing more than a perfect tragedy. And this
Ecstasy that one loves so dear.. Will be the end of your life, or the opening to the wonderful clear.