“I want to thank you all for coming. Today was to be a happy event. A time for us to celebrate a long life joined together by two people. Joan and I were to celebrate 50 years of marriage today. But two days ago, my wife went missing. I fear the worse. Joan was my wife. She was my friend. Some may think that going through with today’s event will only bring sadness. I think it’s a reason to relive the moments she spent with us. To remember how much she meant not only to me, but to everyone sitting amongst you. I had a speech I was planning on giving but I am not going to say it. Instead, I’ll read another one. This morning, as I sat alone at the table, I put pen to paper and wrote up something different. Something that she would enjoy. I know she’s not with us in person but where ever she is,  she’ll look over me like I once looked over her. Joan would have asked me already to stop rambling and to just get on with it. She never liked speeches. But this isn’t a speech. This is my heart speaking to her.”

I started my search,

at the moment of birth,

For the person meant for me.

And what do I find,

But a gal so divine,

A love that has to be.

She put her hand,

upon my chest,

to feel my heart beat fast.

It skipped a beat,

My life’s complete,

A love to always last.

We courted for months,

Till the time felt right,

for the question I must profess.

So on one knee,

I said my plea,

And watched as she said, yes.

At the altar I stood,

all stiff and afraid

Watching as she came to.

All dressed in white,

I knew I did right,

When asked she said, I do.

Our first house,

was quaint and well kept,

Expecting our first child.

For when they day came,

And Jeffery his name,

looked at me and smiled.

Now we’re a family.

mother, father,

and their boy.

But to our surprise,

and both with wide eyes.

A second child brought us joy.

We read to them,

and played with them,

and taught them wrong from right.

To share,

To care,

to always be polite.

“Jeffery and Sara, why don’t you stand up? These are my two wonderful children. But you’re not children anymore. You are adults. Two grown people with kids of their own. Nothing makes me happier than being a grandfather. Nothing made Joan happier than being a grandmother. She loved you kids very much. You brought her so much joy. She always said how you reminded her of your parents when they were your age. Your parents were a handful. We always joked about how we should have stopped at zero. But knowing what we know now and experiencing everything a parents gets to experience, we’re happy we didn’t. You two, Jeffery and Sara, we’re the best thing to ever happen to us.”

With money tight,

I work two jobs,

just to make ends meet.

And with me away,

Joan would play.

I feared my wife would cheat.

She denied the affair,

but I knew she lied,

for the smell upon her dress

And with her lies,

I still would try,

to get her to confess.

As time went on,

we drifted apart,

and slept in separate beds.

and now the whore.

will cheat no more,

for the slut will soon be dead.

“I know that it will probably come to a shock to many people but our love faded many years ago. We tried. We really did. But with me working double duty to provide for the family, Joan felt the need for companionship. How long it went on for, I do not know. How many people she slept with is only something she knew. I did love her. I know she loved me back. But we all have needs. And with me not being there, her needs were filled by random strangers. Strangers that stained the bed her and I shared. I swore one day she would pay for the heart she broke. Never did I think I would go through with it. But two days ago, as her and I were readying ourselves for today, I knew that 50 years of lies was too much for me. Two days ago my wife died. Not by the hands of God but my own.”

She combed her hair

and powdered her face,

as I sat and planned it all.

and at the stairs,

I pushed her there.

to watch the cheater fall.

Twisting and turning.

her body went limp.

her heartbeat finally ceases.

So with an axe.

I start to hack.

And chopped her into pieces.

Now you know.

but not it all,

I’ll tell you as a group.

Cause what you ate,

was something great.

my wife was in the soup.

“Thank you all for coming.”



Bullied To Death- A Poem

Whoever said “South Park” is bad for you was wrong. I was inspired by a recent episode I watched. The episode was from season 6. It was titled, “The Death Camp of Tolerance“.  According to Wikipedia (a very reliable source of information), the storyline is as followed:

In this episode, Mr. Garrison is promoted from his position as the kindergarten teacher to teach the fourth grade. He had been previously demoted for admitting to being gay. However, realizing that getting fired for being gay could allow him to sue the school for millions, he decides, along with his partner, Mr. Slave to perform outrageous sex acts in the classroom.

The children complain about Mr. Garrison’s inappropriate activities, but their parents mistakenly think they are complaining about his homosexuality. The parents believe that the children are being intolerant and send them to the Museum of Tolerance, where all sorts of gags occur, such as the children going on a ride through the “Tunnel of Prejudice”, where speakers project all sorts of slur words at them and waxworks of minorities in stereotypical poses. The tour guide lectures the children about how Cartman being fat is his own life choice, before a smoker is spotted outside the museum and the tour guide and the parents lay into him in the same way they attempted to teach the children not to do with minorities.

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It was a pretty good episode. I forgot how funny this show was. I never look to the show for deeper meaning or some sort of political statement, but at least this episode struck a creative cord and got me to write something.

You play hurtful games

And you call me names

Names that ring inside my ear.

And everyday

Those kids will say

Bastard, loser, fag or queer.

They push me down

upon the ground

With no chances to defend.

And on the floor

I say, “No more.”

Begging, pleading for it to end.

Now at home

I sit alone

With all my peers to blame.

I have no hope

But just this rope

To aid to end the shame.

I step outside

Of a world that died

As I stand up on the deck.

I make a noose

But not too loose

And wrap it around my neck.

A final cry

To leap and die

To end their words of hate.

For when I’m dead

From this world of dread

They know they made my fate.

Thank you all

For heeding the call

Of a life to end so young.

For when it’s time

You’ll pay the crime

Of the boy that you all hung.

Thanks for reading.



Straight to Hell

I wrote this many moons ago. It’s one of my favorites.

Here’s a story

I have to tell

About five bad people

Who went to hell

They had their chance

But they broke the law

Consequences happened

And they took a fall

Each of their bodies

We put in the ground

Now they lie deep

Buried 6 feet down

We start our story

In a troubled town

Three kids missing

Only two were found

The cops were baffled

They had no lead

They must find out

Who did the deed

Days went by

The killer claimed more

One was just eight

The other was four

But a man called in

Giving them a clue

The killer’s rampage

Was about to be through

The killer was caught

He held his head in shame

For he was the coach

Of the little league games

We meet a young lady

Flat on her back

Dependent on liquor

Addicted to crack

She’s not a good person

In fact she’s a whore

The child she gave birth to

Is in a dumpster next door

She spends her life

With junkies and crooks

Lying to police

To get off the hook

But the lies all ended

When the cops caught on

Her life and her stories

Were nothing but cons

So they tossed her in jail

And locked her up tight

But the very next day

She was killed in a fight

The next little story

Takes us back to school

About a bad little rebel

Who broke all the rules

He was a troubled kid

He’s was filled with such wrath

I must kill all and anyone

Who stands in my path

I must take charge

I must be the one

All he could think of

Is to steal his dad’s gun

The gun was fired

And his parents were dead

His clothes and his face were covered

In a dark color, red

He went to school

And aimed the gun high

He laughed and he snickered

As he watched the kids die

The police arrived

The situation was bad

Five kids murdered

Plus his mom and dad

We see a man

Walking down the street

Dressed all up

With his hair combed neat

He spots a girl

And plans the attack

One hand over her mouth

The other around her back

He picked her up

Tossed her in his car

Drove so long

And drove so far

The girl yelled for help

Doing all she could

The man drove on

Then pulled in to the woods

He laid the girl

On a bed of dirt

Took off her shoes

And ripped off her skirt

He did his wrong

He felt real bad

This was all the love

He had ever had

He stabbed the girl

With a butcher knife

Saw his crime

Then took his life

We end our story

On a bleaker side

About a boy

On his first bike ride

He was so happy

Going down the street

The car never saw him

He was tossed from his seat

Through the air

His body went

Brains and blood

All scattered the pavement

He saw the boy

And drove away

Leaving him there

Alone to decay

But like the rest

The man was caught

Justice is all

The parents sought

So in the end

They faced their crimes

Took a life

And did the time

All five suffered

For the lives they lead

No one was pardoned

Now all five are dead

Some paid the price early

Others died in their cell

But all will meet later

When they arrive in hell

February 2001


A Suicide Letter

Take the time to read this poem. Know that there are people out there right now who feel like this. If you are depressed, ask for help. It gets better. People care for you. Suicide is never the answer. I wrote this a while ago.  I hope people get something out of it after reading it. 

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The time is now

To bid adieu

To friends and family

Those old and new

To watch the sun rise

And to watch the sun set

To cleanse myself

Of my past regrets

Things I never did

The things I said I would

I did what I wanted

And did what I could

My will was weak

And my hopes were high

I never did

What I said, I’d try

You tried your best

Would say my dad

I’d hug my mom

To not be sad

No matter the smiles

And the hugging and kissing

Something inside me

Would always be missing

Did I make you proud

Or did I make you weep

Would you go to bed ashamed

And cry yourself to sleep

So, sorry for the pain

The breaks and the grief

But after I’m gone

You’ll have that relief

The relief of a burden

The shame and the pain

The son who had nothing

To show or to gain

Goodbye mom

And goodbye dad

Please don’t cry

And don’t be sad

I’m better off

The hurt is gone

Shed your tears

And please move on

Now go be happy

Like you were before

We will meet again

We’ll meet once more