Don't turn your tail and run my friend
the battle is all but won
The powers of darkness which now prevail
soon will come undone
The time has come to witness
the things we've heard and seen
With God and angels at our side
we can conquer anything.
Then stand with strength and honor
and heartily lift a strain
A song to Him who gave us life
yes to the King of kings!.

Since the very day I was born
My dependence began

My mother and father taught me
How to crawl and walk
To read and write
To respect adults
And to believe in prayer

My brothers and sisters taught me
Ways to interact as a family
How to deal with pain, with love
They succeeded in developing a unit
That would provide caring, safety and hope

My teachers taught me
How to read
And write more effectively
How to interact with other students
How to achieve my goals

Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American singer, songwriter, dancer, and philanthropist. Dubbed the "King of Pop", he is regarded as one of the most significant cultural figures of the 20th century.

Falling in love with you
Is the most astonishing thing,
For I never imagined
That eyes so blue
Could captivate me so deeply,
Preoccupying my mind
With your enchanting presence,
Becoming a light
In my dark path,
Warmth
In the coldest winter,
Star
In the night sky
And joy
In sorrow

I found a letter on the ground,
most precious note I ever found.

And when I read its lovely theme,
no other lovely thought could seem

to touch the world as this fine note
which finely penned what someone wrote

to his lost love, his one and only
soulmate, alone, lost and lonely.

Two lovers, separate and denied
a lovers' love, husband and bride

who claimed to pledge til death do part,
yet, no claim prospered, no pledge of heart

The Salmon River winds and flows
Towards destinations yet unseen,
Through wilderness and canyons
Each wondrous mile more serene.

Through designated wilderness
Second largest in our land,
Two million acres of beauty
From the creator's gifted hand.

Petroglyphs adorn the walls
Carved by natives long ago,
Deer, elk and sheep on high
Swift waters far below.

The river known by another name
Titled the "River of No Return",
Native canoes could flow one way
As settlers were soon to learn.

In the shadows of their tears, I see despair
My heart aches as I witness their pain
Grandchildren, once full of laughter and light
Now burdened by the weight of the world

Their innocence shattered by harsh realities
They carry burdens too heavy for their young souls
My arms ache to hold them close
To shield them from the storms of life

I took off all my inner trappings
I laid out a different outfit
Stared at my naked self
Stared at my naked self
Stared at my naked self

I baked in shame.
I bathed in disgust.
And ,finally,
I basked in honesty.

I haint no spring chicken,
("Buk buk buk buk ba-gawk!")
but in Summer re:
long in tooth sexagenarian
nostalgic for the following imagery
evoked yesterday with very little effort
(aside from sweat of my brow – just existing)
June twenty second hazy, hot, and humid
at least here within the environs -
of Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
tooth thousand and twenty four,
the air analogous to a steam bath outside,
though such insight
strictly predicated on meteorologist
as seen on the flat screen.

Sometimes when I'm lonely
I call out your name

And just the sound of your voice
brings a feeling unexplained

And it can't be described with words
or reasoned with the mind

Experience and careful search
can only find it out

When I'm angry and confused
I call out your name

For you're a friend that's always there
to hear my souls complaint

You ease my troubled mind
and bring peace to my soul

A gift that you so freely give
because you love me so