With calloused hands you snuffed out the primordial spark, you drove the nails into the living wood of infancy with the eyes of a father, the heart of a sphinx, will you let me find my cloud in this blinding black sky? All that's left of you is the algebra of your life, cryptic letters on a cold, dead stone, will I ever cut the rope that strangles my neck or will I succumb to the demon that whips my back on this crooked path to hell?
My father was a silent man, a sphinx that never gave me a chance to solve its riddle. He had few words to share but he knew how to use them to stab me, even in broad daylight. I couldn't ignore his soft, polite cruelty, his mild-mannered darkness. I knew his where the whispers of a snake, the treacheries of a seasoned trickster. I just couldn't prove it. He left nothing but ruins in his wake, dust and stones, the bones of my youth. What am I going to do now with this mound of ashes? He disappeared before his time ...
A professorial seductress bends like a cattail To write her runes for chalkboard junkies Algebraic news to fill the pages Of textbook boys that are her specialty In a French maid pose for moon-eyed pupils
Johnny reports the preposterous teacher To the chagrin of his mother “I once was her. I will be a guest at your next class.”
The trigonometric temptress Prances like a formula hot rod from paradise But she is Belladonna of dark magic For her gaga guy audience.
You were a very special and unique person until you passed away. If you hadn't died, you would be celebrating your 74th birthday. You were honest, unselfish and sincere. You should've won Mother Of The Year.
I would've bought you a cake if you were still alive. Today is special because your birthday has arrived. I can't celebrate your birthday with you because you died in 2013. Your death was very painful, it was the worst thing I've ever seen.
You were always a caring and generous person, that's something that I proclaim. It saddened...
Today is Mother's Day of 2022. But I can not spend it with you. You died over nine years ago. Love was what you once showed. Many people celebrate this day. But in 2013, you passed away. Mother's Day is what I tolerate. It's a day that I can't celebrate. I can't celebrate but I wish I could. You died and you're gone for good. You were a great mother and that's true. If I could, I would tell you that I love you.
I hope you always climb the trees And play in the dirt I hope you always chase the bees And find joy splashing in the creek I hope you always laugh as you try to catch the bugs And I hope being outside will always be something you love
I hope you always ride a bike A skate board too Or maybe a four wheeler Anything that has wheels will do I hope these things always bring joy to you
I hope you always enjoy fishing And skipping rocks along the water Or in...