Gregory Huyette Poems

This world is what you make it.
You can give or take from it.
You arose from the depths of its vaults.
And will return to its soil and salts.
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The final stretch, the fourth turn,

Riggings creek, but I still yearn
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Tears are heavenly rain

That wipe away sorrow's stain
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When truth is besmirched and facts are not searched,
All those are decried who silently stand aside.
Honesty and openness are rarely paths very nice…
Often strewn with betrayal and deep sacrifice.
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To travel a road and never fail
Is to follow a lesser trail.
The real path is narrow and steep
With jagged rock and fissure deep.
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Denial is a river I know so well
For it flows deep in my veins.
It’s my partner when lonely,
Defender in conflict and doctor for my pains.
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Once again I sorely see
I'm badly in need of a new me.

Someone with a better organized life.
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The car, the car, oh what a prize.
No matter its color make or size.
Just gas and a girl is all that is needed…
And some fatherly advice that should be heeded.
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There are two words in this language especially most dear to me.
The first word is love and the second one is empathy.
Love is a sincere and deep affection for another being.
Empathy is the ability to experience the other's thinking or seeing.
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When I was a child, you showed me a meadow of flowers.
You told me their names and we stayed there for hours.
Buttercups glistened as they drank the sun's rays
Amongst bluebells that glowed in their majestic ways.
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