Through the darkest of night. Through the brightest of light. We all need something to relate. To minimize the hate. The Spirit up above. Shines down lasting love. Whether you happy or sad. Whether you good or bad. When you're on the street. With nobody to meet. Whether you have money to burn. Whether you have jail to learn. Share this book of poems. You'll never be alone. We need something to relate. Eliminate the hate. Sociomatic poetry Remember how to love. Forget how to hate. PS Fifty percent of all royalties for this book will go toward St. Jude research. I do this in memory of my mother, Audrey, who passed away from cancer. Also my father Carl. Who was left dealing with the void.