Here is the second poem that I promised to a friend.

Jan 19,10- A Long Wait.

My friend don't you see,
there's nothing like you and me.
What else could there be?

Apart is far too rough.
but what you want, is a must.
If space you need, it will be tough.
I'll then miss you, and life will rust.

From the ache, we will grow stronger.
But hearts will forever for long,
for short time when we belonged.

Once a while, though sad eyes I see.
Loving others that share,
the healthy bliss we could of had.

Father I miss you, when will you come home?
-Dave Young

This one was a bit more thought out. Its a bit sad and belongs to those who have grown up without a Dad. There are many people that "have" fathers, but because of the choices and the busyness of life, they still don't get to know each other very well. "Cat's in the Cradle" by Cat Stevens is a good example of what this poem is about.

Hello All

Its been a while since I have posted anything on this blog. I hope that you don't mind that I start doing such now.

I recently have made a new friend that is a very talented Photographer and Writer. She has been encouraging me to put up some of my work. I haven't really done any public or friendly posting of any of my work since my mission. So in light of my new friend I will post a few poems that I wrote recently.

One is in honor of Elder Jambone. If you served in the Florida Tallahassee Mission around 2008 you would know of this amazing and hilarious fellow. He was constantly writing lyrics and poems while serving.

Just a warning, like Jambone, I don't really follow any real guide lines for creating poems. I kinda do my own thing. Also, most of the poem to Jambon does have some things that are inside. If you knew him you might get more out of it. If not, its still good. Let me know what you think. In other words please comment. And if you rip it, please don't forget to credit me!

So here is Elder Jambone's Peom. I love you man! Your awesome! There is more and better to come, so hang on there.

Jan19,10- To Jambone

Like dear Jambone,

we write many poems

in honor of Darlen,

who acts like a Queen.

We don't care for form

its really the norm

overall, we really don't care.

So back off, you taint the air.

Laughing till it hurts

we crack even Jim Kirt.

who is such a dry sap,

someone should give him a smack.

I know that its simple.

Maybe too juvinile.

but I see two dimples,

accented on your face.

And by the grace of God, smiling is what this is all about.

-Dave Young