Is It True By Wayne Ernzer

Is it true
that all my youth
belongs to yesterday?
the ones that
I did things with
that's what
they always say
They talk of
their life's journey
as tho its all but gone.
There starting to remember
as if it were a song
the music on the radio
that used to play back when
are used to back commercials
and takes me back again
reminds me of the loves I've had
the loves that I had lost
As tho I spent loves money
at much to great a cost
I write to ones that I knew best
I start to write
they write the rest
life's puzzles that were easy then
I want to pick them up again
I find that they are out of reach
I can not walk that length of beach
it shows back to me
like a mirror
of what I had
in yest er year
It seems I blamed the others
with the problems I had caused
there is no polish known to man
that could buff away the flaws
the gouges that I did to life
will always stay that way
I see it now
in front of me
but that was yesterday

The lovers lie By Wayne Ernzer

The lies go on the lies stay there
he carved them in my favorite chair
The wood was from the tree he fell
that I had nurtured all to well
The chair I rocked and nursed my child
while He went out and acted wild
And I thought by being good
that good will be the rule
the one that told me honest lies
was never from my school
I went along and played the games
but none were like the others
they kept on changing strategy
it was meant to shield his cover
it seems I'm used to trickery
as though it's suposed to be
the same one that
had showed me love
then toppled down my tree
I tried to find a reason
the nead to cheat on me
The answer
carved upon the chair
that used to be my tree
the words will stay forever
the lies that have no flair
he carved it deep upon the tree
that was made into a chair

Room 11 by Wayne Ernzer

I waited for you all my life
I'll wait for you in heaven
and when your foot steps
lead to me I'll be
in room 11

The way it is By Wayne Ernzer

Simplicity comes not with out
it's intricacies
and
vice versa

What I meant By Wayne Ernzer

Intentions rarely favor true
the way they were intended to

The teachings of dad by Wayne Ernzer

This is dedicated to Peter Joseph Ernzer
The smartest man I knew


The teachings of dad

I am telling you now
that to me seems so clear.
that the teachings of dad
will always be dear
and will always be with me
through my following years.
When i do my work
through my regular day .
he is there in my mind
always showing the way.
rather tying a rope
or sharpening a tool
there is something to be said
about dad's kind of school
He took time to to tell me
what's right and whats wrong
and it runs through my mind
like a favorite song.
He's the kind of a person
I aspire to be.
the way that he does things
is something to see
when my puzzled pieces
just don't seem to fit
he would show me another way
of looking at it
Oh what would would one do
with out the teachings of dad
to know him in my life
just makes me so glad
And I know that the lives
of others he's touched
just could not help saying
they learned just as much
I am always there with him
he is there by my side
and even in travel
he's along for the ride
I thank you dad
for just being there.
And you'r teachings to me
to my son I will share

Soul Searching Surfer By Wayne Ernzer

A letter to my to son while on his 9 month surfing journey around the world

I am just a soul searching surfer                     
and a dedicated guy                            
who hoped and prayed
and scrimped and saved
so one day I could fly.                    
My Idea was to travel the globe
And to surf where it could be had       
and cheering me on were my biggest fans
Lets call them mom and dad.       
I planned the trip
I knew the way
I traveled it
in my sleep
the wierd day was
when i sold my truck  
no longer mine to keep.           
still it fetched me most of
the the money  
to  make the
trip complete.
See a surfers dream
is to surf a wave
that's the best
he has ever had.          
Then to paddel back out
to a better one
i think the word is rad.                               
You see surfing is like life
that much I have found                 
and neither should be taken for granted        
I live for the rush when I am droping in
and my surfboard becomes slanted.             
to harness the energy of the swell
that heads toward the beaches shore
I think of how lucky a surfer I am.                   
How could any one ask for more.