Tuesday, July 15, 2014

To the Son

I wrote this as a tribute to my cousin A.J. Blain who tragically passed away last summer. A.J. loved bonfires so to commemorate his life, his family built a fifty foot log tower, put an old car at the top because why not, soaked it in gasoline and A.J.'s younger brother lit it on fire by shooting a flaming arrow into it. The flames went almost 150 feet into the air. This poem was inspired by that insanely badass and heart-wrenching event. A.J., this is for you.

He left our Earth 
Way too young
God called him up to heaven said,
"Come home son.
Come home son."

We don't know
What to do
All that we know my friend is
We miss you.
We miss you

So we built up a fire
Up to the sky
Where did you go man?
Why did you die?
Why do the best
Always seem to die young?
We watch em' flyin' west
Into the sun

We stand here
Down on the ground
Oh, Lord can't you hear 
Our sad sound?
Our sad sound?

It’s hard to breath
Holding on to a thread
We try to believe
What the good Lord said,
What He said is,

"Those that wait upon the Lord will renew their strength
Rise upon the wings of eagles like the saints
Run and not grow weary, walk and not faint"
Jesus Christ is waiting for us at heavens gates

So we built up a fire 
Up to the sky
Look on down man
This is our goodbye
We don't know why the best
Seem to die young
We just watch em' flyin' west
Into the sun
Into the sun
To the Son.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Perception VS. Reality

"It's not the reality that counts. It is the perception of reality."
- Robert Stephens II (my grandpa)