A Tribute to the My Life in Evansville

These six years have flown by.
As fast as wind can sigh.
My memories, good and bad.
Some glad, some sad.
But one thing, I do know.
I will miss this town so.
Even though, a prison is it.
Past years have been full of wit.
The snow storm I remember most,
and waking up to the smell of burnt toast.
The earthquake that sent ripples down my spine.
How I learned of God's wonderful design.
How I found my writing talent.
And how my spirit became so gallant.
When I began to discover art.
When I was considered smart.
When I first met Megan and Scott.
Me, they forgot.
But now, everything is fine.
For they have found their own signs.
Austin and Tyler I did meet.
Tyler's weird thing with feet.
Austin, he's a funny guy.
Funny...but very shy.
When I went to drama/dance.
My social skills, did those friends enhance.
Kansas City was a blast.
At ATC, did I make friends fast!
I met a special someone there.
Now, not seeing her, is my despair.
I try to move on, but it's so hard.
My mind, she has scarred.
But do I remember my friends of late!
First, there's Jordyn. Man, she's great.
We talk about God and life.
I hope we never cause strife!
Then there's Katie and Tess.
They're the one's that help me with stress.
Then, Elyse is last.
I'm still waiting for her to get her cast.
She's awesome, like a sister.
If she ever left, I would have missed her.
Justice, my nephew, is where I stop with this tale.
I love him. If he were to go, my heart would fail.
Now, onward to Poseyville! A small town.
I hope there, my parents will grow silver crowns!
Back to the drawing board is it?
This is going to cause a great fit.
Now, I say goodbye to you!
For some packing I have to do!

The One that Loves

What is life but a boot camp?
Is this not true?
That we must be trained
for something we are not ready for?
That death is just another road to life?
Well. I do know one thing.
I cannot live without you.
If I cannot have you, then...
well, I wouldn't know what to do.
I wish my dreams would come true...
but don't we all wish that?
I need you now more than ever.
For Satan thinks he's being clever.
My flame is an amber, dying in the cold.
My flame is small, little, and old.
Feed my spirit a fresh bundle of wood.
I would do it myself if I could.
But I need you for all time.
For you are the one that loves.

Humble Love

Now see my world split.
To reality, my dreams submit.
My passion, crushed underfoot.
Imagination, grayed by soot.
My iron will turns brittle.
My mind, does Earth belittle.
Creativity, beaten and broken.
My agony is unspoken.
But I experience this everyday.
This horrible thing you call disarray.
For in my weakness, I am strong.
And, to put it simply, for love, I do long.
So here, a humble man comes before you.
Asking for you to keep loving him the way you do.

A Revelation

Dreams are my reality.
Reality is my dreams.
Life is lost to me.
Losing is life to me.
The mask I wear is me.
This expression, set.
In my dreams I would have met
a young man who hasn't a clue.
But, I would like to start anew.
But life is lost to those who lose,
and if losing is my life...I live!

The Story of the Ages

I would like to tell a story.
A story of truth and glory.
But first I must elaborate.
There is also great hate.
Of course, I digress.
There is much stress.
But, of that, enough!
For this tale is full of fluff.
The race we run is life.
We must run around strife.
Sometimes things go badly.
That is the full truth, sadly.
But that truth, only part of it.
So please, listen to this and sit.
For this poem will teach you much.
For, your heart, the Lord will touch.
Be mindful, and keep a good pace.
For, if you do, you will win the race!
That is the glory I have, so long ago, told.
Then, when death catches up, streets of gold!
That is the story God still so easily recites.
Rejoice! For God's glory! Satan, He smites!