One day a unicorn saw a bull
It had a horn that looked like a jewel
It was such a pretty thing
It looked like a diamond ring
So he went to a wizard named Natt
He said he wanted a horn like that!
So he said ziperdy, a ziperdy rule
Have a horn that looks like a jewel!
Oh! Look what you've done!
I wanted two horns, not one!

-Jake Munson, October, 1983

He was a mere carpenter's son
Yet a special man he was
This world knew no other one
That loves men like he does.

To give his life selflessly
Was the act of a God-like man
And by this act all men will see
That they will live again.

No other man could do his job
Only he could stand the pain
And from us Satan will gladly rob
The joy and happiness we may gain.

He hadn't any selfish needs
not a worldly want or care
His life filled with goodly deeds
Our sins he was glad to bear.

Many songs sing glory to him
He is our brother, savior, and friend
Our sadness and misery he will dim
And be with us till the end.

-Jake Munson, December, 1991

Every day we are,
Without being.

We sit and stare.
We look and wonder why.
Every day we are,
Without being.
Going in circles.
Regret and remorse.
Every day we are,
Without being.
Try to forget it.
Leave the past alone.
For tomorrow
Is another day.
We will be,
Yet we never were.

Every day we are,
Without being.

-Yar Bolucim

Thinking of the games we played.
Remembered the good old days.
Thinking of how we all cheated
That way, we never got defeated.

Marbles, cans, slippers, balls.
These things, we used them all.
Seldom watched TV, seldom sat down.
We ran and jumped, without a frown.

Now, we are supposed to know better.
In arrogance, we think we are greater.
I am reminding you how we can be wrong.
Because back then, we were always strong.

Now we are puny, dependent and weak.
Watching ourselves turn into freaks.
This is not a pretty sight to behold.
You must listen, you need to be told.

Let us go back to the games we played.
Let us recover from what has been frayed.
It is not too late for us to be free.
We will see the sun again, this I decree.

 -Yar Bolucim

Opinion

There once was a boy named Jake,
He was called by some a big fake,
But he knew inside they were wrong
And he wrote his true feelings in a song.
The song grew in popularity and fame
Till all heard the tune and at once knew its name.
This filled the boy Jake with wonder and awe,
And he wondered what it was, in his song, people saw?
As he pondered these things, to his mind a thought flew,
Then he listened to his song and at once he knew,
The tune was not catchy nor could the song be called great
But as people listened to the song the words changed their fate.
For the message of the song was both powerful and true,
THE PERSON WHO'S OPINION MATTERS MOST, IS YOU!

-Steve Munson
12/5/97

-J.E. Murray