Hey bro.

Hey bro.

Don't worry.

Help is on the way.

I got your back

Even if everything crumbles at the end of the day

I've had a hard time too

And I was able to push through

Keeping course

Pointed due north

We grew together

At the home we knew

Sometimes in peace

Sometimes facing hard truths

Here is what I can offer as words of advice:

"

Remember that we have a bond

Tighter then time

Trying again

Is just simply doing something twice "

A Friend In Need

Life is tough walking alone

A family taken away from something unknown

Left somewhere between

Right and wrong.

Nice and mean.

They don't recognize you as you are

A person.

Not a farce.

Making you feel as if you are a black hole in space

Sucking everyone's life away

Recognition would be nice

But that isn't what you need

Maybe you just have finally become

A friend in need

So you ask the guy that showed you the way

The man that stood in other peoples way

While he stood strong

So you could run and play

A man that guides you down the right path

A man that most people never had

The man who has a story for every clue

The man who looks like me and you

The man that told you to rise above the rest

The man with a heart of gold hidden in his chest

If you know me then you know him

If you know us then you are most likely kin

But hold tight

As there was another who lead us a certain way

With a softer touch

Having puppets show us the way

Shows at night to help us sleep

With simple stuffed animals

Bought off the shelves

At the store where we got our food to eat

She was the one who made it all possible

A woman with a creative mind

Seizing every opportunity to make it play time

A woman who helped us through our grief

A woman that played with us

Every day of the week

A woman with a stature so small

A woman who was fighting a goliath

But would never fall

She too is a saint in her own way

Just more down to earth

Using nature and art

Instead of strength

To pave the way

The Forgotten - Part 2

They stride with us from side-to-side

Folks who were actually wrangled up like cattle

And ordered to die

For a cause that was so unknown

Driven by a delusional man

Convincing the population that "strange people" were invading his home

A man not worth mentioning

Because he is sin.

A man not worth mentioning

Because we all know him.

He is a liar.

He is a cheat.

He is the man we would all like to meet

To tell the truth to his face

To put a gun to his head

And blow him away

It is the population who took the bait

That let those people be herded like cattle

With no one else stepping in the way

Fuck that

And fuck them too

Those who speak ill

Of the chosen few

Who made it through a life

That promised them death

Those who faked dyeing

In a pile of their own dead

To flee to a new land

And live a free life instead

To run to a sanctuary across the sea

A sanctuary we live in

A sanctuary built for you and me.

I recognize what that lady said.

That lady with short blue hair and a bandana wrapped around her head.

A lady that has no right saying what was said.

"Fuck the Jews."

Was what I heard

With a sigh of dread

Well as a Recovering Catholic that has brown hair

With my McIrish blood boiling

With my green eyes in a hateful stare

I would like to just say "

Fuck you and fuck your blue hair.

You fucking-no-good-mother-fucking-piece-of-shit-no-good-sayer

Who doesn't realize the damage you have done

To a person who is sitting next to you

Just holding their tongue.

"

Finally recognizing what you just said.

My Irish Catholic genes would just like to say

"

Here's to the Jews,

And cheers to the dead

"

"L'Chaim"

To Live.

Is what we choose to do instead