Justin's Blog

Ocean Floor I am afraid of the ocean floor I am never to set foot offshore I am not one to lack valor I am one to explore nevermore Mother says that there are animals there Mother says that there is a bear Mother says that is his new frontier  Mother says he was an adventurer extraordinaire   That is no place for such a beast That is no place for him to feast That is no place for one of east  That is a place for the deceased This beast of the east once was a woman Her name was Lui Yang Riddled in mischief  her story began This beast of the east a melody sang Her music told of an evil magician Her music told of illicit acquisition Her music told of avarice and  ambition Her music told the reason of her  condition  There are many animals chained like me There are scaly, hairy, leathery and feathery There are many souls swindled and beastly There are many here with me undersea We were all once people of liberty We w...

By the end of this three will have died.  Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. Beings of every nature. Opposites, they say, attract. In this case it seemed it did.  The man was old, he had seen a few storms in his lifetime. His eyes looked distant. His beard was scruffy and unmaintained. His arms were scarred. V eins ran underneath them.  The woman was young. Her skin was soft. Her hips curved beautifully. Her hair draped  her back until it rested on her lower back.  They seemed mismatched. Yet they loved each other .   They courted, and soon after they married. A humble event since the man had no family, and the woman had only a brother.  The matrimony seemed happy. The man's crude physique seemed to become softer around her presence. As for the woman, she had found someone to protect her. Her brother was the only family she had left, and even he lived far away.  It seemed everything was perfect. There would be no need to tell a tale...

My Father the Hero Mom said that Dad died in the war He died when they blew up his car Mom's jus a customer in the bar My Father is the Hero of War At school, kids with fathers tease me  Telling stories of their father, not me Playing in fields, hunting in forests, and me I rush home to find an empty home, lucky me. The polished photo of Dad on the wall Medals, and smile, close enough to give a call "How was your day daddy?" Silence is all "When can we together laugh, and kick a ball?" Today, I polish lead and steel into gold. A humble profession, simple and old Every man's got a price to be sold I am the one to cash it in cold To see the rising of a man's chest no more, That brings relief to my souls sore Blood, entrails, bowels and gore They give me youth, now and evermore Mother in the hospital is seventy-six Her age and health seem too distant to fix You can't teach an old dog new tricks Her features of  fatigue ...