Front Rhyme Feature

I sat down on a chair and began to take a look,  
I finally found my father’s memory book.  

I found it while I was cleaning the attic,  
A book of love, but also dramatic.  
 
As I flip through the pages, my life comes to me  
Like a fishing ship coming back from the sea.  
 
I opened the book and lost my frown,  
I had found the time when I first went downtown.  
 
I grew up in the country, my childhood was calm,  
I grew up with my family, a loving dad and mom.  
 
Then I went to college, my surrounding became new  
Tall skyscrapers surround my brand new home, NYU.  
 
There I met Jenny, the love of my life,  
A beautiful, smart person, my soon to be wife.  
 
Pictures of her standing there with me,  
Pictures of us having fun near the sea.  
 
There, at that spot, my life began new,  
I met someone who loved me, and who I loved back too.  
 
That was a story that’s fresh in my mind,  
The story that made me believe in mankind.  
 
But as I flip the pages, moving further back in the past,  
I saw my girlfriend from highschool, a relationship I thought would last.  
 
Not everything about our connection was bad,  
In fact, something about it was the best thing I’ve had.  
 
We met at church, the home of the Lord,  
I went to the bathroom, I was getting bored.  
 
As I left the restroom, I saw her by the door,  
My mouth was agape, she was more beautiful than ever before.  
 
Her name was Ava, a goddess at heart,  
A woman of passion for music and art.  
 
I asked for her number, we went on a date,  
I made sure to bring her home before it was too late.  
 
The dinner was incredible, our conversations were great,  
I knew I needed a way to celebrate.  
 
I was driving home, then saw a woman out the door,  
She was in a dark alley, and looked like a whore.  
 
Though I was tempted, I knew what to do,  
Something about this scenario felt like deja vu.  
 
I went back to my home, I said hi to my dad,  
For the first time he was proud of me, and he wasn’t mad.  
 
He said, “Son, I love you” and a tear went down my eye,  
He’d never said that to me since my mom said “goodbye.”  
 
We embraced each other, a hug like no other,  
A new love had grown, even without my mother.  
 
This was a memory deep in my heart,  
This made me realize that wholeness comes from part.  
 
As I flipped through my book, memories flooded to my head,  
The type of memories that make me feel dead.  
 
I flipped to the end, saw the latest memory,  
One that would bring an end to my family.  
 
I met my father in a place of sorrow,  
He had nothing to live for, he would have no tomorrow.  
 
He had reached a new low, he felt unknown,  
He had a lot of money, but he lived all alone.  
 
His will said that I would get every last penny,  
Something that I really needed with Jenny.  
 
He went on the ground and gave this final plea,  
“John, how could you do this to me?”  
 
“I needed the money,” I said in return,  
“Besides, Mom died, now it’s your turn.”  
 
So I grabbed my gun, put it right to his head,  
And I shot at his temple, he laid there dead.  
 
So I cleaned up the scene, no prints or DNA,  
And I received his inheritance the very next day.  
 
I lived the rest of my life happy, rich as can be,  
And made this book to hold this memory.

Christ the focus for the season
Heist the Holyday, dollars the reason
Revival, occasion, remember His birth
Idol of money ,see how much its worth
Sacred this day, let it be joyous
Tasted greed, retail annoyance
Manger where, the King Baby lay
Arranger store windows, selling the day
Save Christmas
 
 

Folded in the arms of bliss
larks that sang
sold was I, in the express
dark beauty was the charm  
 
Moulded like a passions stamp
 hidden parts of fairyland
embolden on the notes that sprang
ramparts, in genders golden hand
 
Stolen dreams, the loss profound
bargain in the busy market
tokens where fairy rings surround
organ's song so now departed

Christ the focus for the season
Heist the Holyday, dollars the reason
Revival, occasion, remember His birth
Idol of money ,see how much its worth
Sacred this day, let it be joyous
Tasted greed, retail annoyance
Manger where, the King Baby lay
Arranger store windows, selling the day
Save Christmas
 
 

Folded in the arms of bliss
larks that sang
sold was I, in the express
dark beauty was the charm  
 
Moulded like a passions stamp
 hidden parts of fairyland
embolden on the notes that sprang
ramparts, in genders golden hand
 
Stolen dreams, the loss profound
bargain in the busy market
tokens where fairy rings surround
organ's song so now departed

Folded in the arms of bliss
larks that sang
sold was I, in the express
dark beauty was the charm  
 
Moulded like a passions stamp
 hidden parts of fairyland
embolden on the notes that sprang
ramparts, in genders golden hand
 
Stolen dreams, the loss profound
bargain in the busy market
tokens where fairy rings surround
organ's song so now departed