I wish I could talk to you
just for a short time
i'd tell you that i love you
and tell you all the dreams of mine
I wish that you could hear me
because maybe if you could
i'd tell you your always with me
and that i'm still "pudd-n-good"
I wish that you could see me
and i could show you how
that even though i'm sobbing
that im here with you now
maybe you dont know it
since we're far apart
that even though you've left this world
you'll be forever in my heart.

i wrote this in memory of my pappa. he always said I was "pudd-n-good".

Joseph Frank Huddleston Jr. R.I.P




Authority

Staring at the blazing TV set
my eyes seem to say
"Am I safe to go outside tonight?
Will I get shot today?"
The terror screams in my ears
of the nightmare into we've been hurled.
None of us are safe at all
it's a bad, corrupted world.
Its so hard to find the silver lining
out on the streets today.
Good people taken from our grasps
in a broken, senseless way.
Never knowing if the next step we take
just might be our last.
Our hopes and dreams and futures
buried in the past.
What are human hands capable of,
legs and arms and mind?
If we looked inside our own hearts
would we be happy with what we would find?
What would possess us to make us think
we can control how long someone lives?
That we are bestowed the authority
by the power that a gun gives?
I stare long and hard at the TV set
and let out a weakened sigh.
I turn it off and go upstairs