Tuesday, January 28, 2014

The Dream

My eyes are on my dream .
You light up my world .
You have the gift of imagination .
I like delivering dreams .
My care for you will never end .
I will give you my heart today , tomorrow
And forever  ,
I can show you what you want to see .
Nothing will be the same because of you .
You will not make life simple  .
I want you to relish
Your dreams .
I want you to celebrate the good times .
There is so much music around  .
You and I can't stop moving  .
I will always work on all the little pieces
Of your dreams  .
The only job for you  is to have fun .
When happy stay happy baby .
When it's bed time  ,
You are my little Royal ,
My Little Buccaneer  ,
My little buck-a-roo  ,
And my little Husker .
I will protect your dreams
just for you .
You make my dreams come true .

                                     By Brock

Saturday, January 25, 2014

It's Always On The Table

       
My love for you
Is always on the table .
You sometimes cover it with stuff 
I can not see at all .
We may drink and eat off it .
You will wipe it off .
You may dust it off  and that's not all .
You may wash it off every day ,
You may even put a table cloth
Over the top at the end of the day
But my love for you
Is always on the table .
                                        By Brock

I'm Older

When you get older ,
Nothing gets better .
You watch much more
Than you ever play or do these days .
Your dreams are only seem
While you sleep .
Your sleep is measured
By the number of naps
You take during the long day .
Your not so open to ambition .
Your smile on your face
Has more wrinkles  .
Your ears are more ready to listen .
Your arms are always open .
Your hands are always ready to help ,
Because you are older .
Your eye sight is nothing like it once was ,
But you have your memories .
When you have pain these days  ,
It seems to last longer
Like it grows on you
And it never goes away .
When you get hurt  ,
It is how far and how deep
And how long will my scar go and last ?
Oh I don't care .
I'm getting older each day .

                                               By Brock

Dream Outside


I whisper through the leaves
Of the trees .
I am dreaming and working upstream .
I can not destroy an idea or dream  ,
Because before I do any thing
I need to visualize it  .
I may have a voice
That no one wants to hear
But I can almost
See my dream out here .
                         By Brock

Sunday, January 19, 2014

In Church

When we went to church  ,
I went with my dad
To the choir loft .
He would sing and lead the choir
His special way .
I would get on the little board
and on my tip toes
To get as tall as my dad .
I would try to sing
And my dad would say
You are to be seen not heard !
When I took my grandma to church ,
We had to sit in the back .
When I took my mom to church ,
We had to sit in front to be near him .
Now when I go to church
With my family  ,
We have to sit in the back .
They do not want me to sing .
They want me to be seen not heard !
Where have I heard that before in church !!!!!
                                                             By Brock

Front Door


When he hits the front door ,
He does not knock  .
He just comes in .
He does not just flop  .
He does much more than that for me .
He could will me
To get me to do almost anything for him .
Nothing deteriorates  when he comes in .
Things get better .
I feel better and even smarter
With every conversation  .
He never did come to my door ever enough  .
Do you know any one like that ?
Do you lock your door ?
I do not .
So my door is always open .
                                                  By Brock

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Tears From My Uncle's Eyes


Tears from my uncle's eyes
Came when I asked just to talk to him one day .
He did not have to talk
Or say one word .
He just was there to listen .
I knew what was inside him .
He knew what was going on inside me .
Our tears went from our cheeks to our hands ,
But our tears got together on the floor
Because we understood each other .
                                                   By Brock

It's Up To You


If something happens to you ,
You can make it an excuse
Or you can make it your story .
You can wine and cry
And say why me .
You might feel so down
You want someone
To put dirt over you
But no one will do it
Or you can get your head up
And realize it's time to live right now .
The color of courage is bright  .
Never give up on your dream .
Chase the rainbow to the end .
Show yourself and everyone everyday
What you can do not what you can not do .
You will surprise yourself  and everyone  .
Oh what a story you will write  .
Yes , it is up to you .

                                    By Brock

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

A Ton Of Eyes

There were a ton of eyes on me
When I went to school .
I did not fit right in .
It went beyond the black board  .
It was more than my body
Can't you see .
I wish , I could have just pull
Something out of my sleeve
To make those tons of eyes
Really see me .
I really do have Irish eyes
Can't you see .
In school , the pressure was intense  .
Now that I have graduated and moved on
I am in the school of hard knocks  until the end of time
And another ton of eyes are on me again .
Children and adults fear what they do not see or understand .
I have soft Irish eyes
And I can see the weight in some of your eyes even today .

                                                                  By Brock

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Each Day

I try to feel brand'-new .
I raise my eyes to look a head .
Yesterday I may have missed an opportunity  or two .
Each day I need a little leap of faith .
I try not to waste time or opportunity .
I think about my virtue
And each day I pray
There is a stunning beauty
And an amazing rhythm
To be alive each day .

                               By Brock

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Your Always There

I know I can always talk to you .
As the evening draws near ,
You give me a sunset
And a cool breeze  to close the day .
I know you love me .
I know you can give me a moonlight
When I cry , I know your tears are in the rain .
I know you listen to me .
I can talk to you when I look up into the blue sky
Or when I sit on the quite green grass .
I can talk to you when I walk or run
Or any time in the morning or noon or night .
I have so much to share with you
And I know your always there
And yet you never bother me
But you always wait for me
Because you love me .

                                 By Brock

You Are My Rope

You are my rope .
You give me strength .
How far can I go ?
You say I will know  .
Be open to ambition
New things new possibilities .
I will give you as much rope as you need
Just remember I will always be
At the other end of the rope .
Just say son of a gun
And I will pull you in the right direction
If you feel you need to be .
You will know when .

                                  By Brock

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Fish With Red

When fishing and you find
The right hole or spot ,
You will find your family .
Show them red in the spring
And get them mad
And you will be sad not .
Speaking of fish ,
Take snap shots
Of them no matter the size  .
You can always talk or kiss
Or play with them .
You might find them
By a log jam .
If you do it right ,
Use your red hooks
Or anything red to hook them .
There will be red in their faces
Morning noon or night !

                         By Brock

Sleeping In The Shower


When your sleeping in the shower ,
You are a difference maker .
You are working on pieces of your dream
Or on your loved ones dream .
When I reach for you
You may be wet
But you will be there for me .
You might be right
I might be crazy
But didn't we spend the night
In the Oasis !
                                  By Brock

Friday, January 3, 2014

A Smile


You got to do what you can do
To get children no matter their age
To smile .
A smile never gets old .
A smile brings a party to your face .
A smile keeps you on your toes .
A smile is like a star
They make the world
A brighter place .
Grow something greater
With a smile .
Call someone smiley  each day
And watch their face .
                                       By Brock

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

The Run

      
When I run , I leave things behind .
I am diligent and focused
When I am on the run .
I sometimes have wind blowing eyes .
Oh the tears that hit the road .
I can run with the sun .
I can run with the moon and the stars
For they show me the light .
I am not alone when I run  .

                                  By Brock