The deep dark portals “ For Which” exist in the basement of my mind “For tell” memories of past seasons where death was no stranger, And those close encounters of the Grimm reaper desperately seeking company for the journey back on deaths road... Also the pass brings me back to quick decisions of exchanging vows, That carried no weight... Only divorce!! I can’t leave those close calls of being caught in the stupid act of shop lifting, With “So Called ” friends that are more than out of reach, there out of this circle of friendship that starves to be full... Friends in my life time “So Far” have come and gone, Well friends that defiantly had major potential for long term side kicks, I’ve never been a true friend to any one, I’m not the best example of a true blue friend, I never call upon any one other than my wife, My kids, And my lil best buddy with 4 Legs “Beau Sarge” but back to these past haunting memories, to this day when my receptors fire back at this large past dreadful army, My mind sends signals to a fast rapid heartbeat responding to a harmless little glimpse that transforms into a distant shape, Which slowly forms into a person are a place..I pray to You Lord Jesus, That the past may hold for me a testimony to share to all you send me too... The race is still going on and the prize is ever before us... I cannot fail you any more Lord, although I’m the chief of sin and failure, I still look to you and give you all my praise, Grace is no stranger in the rescue of my imperfections... And I take Your Death and Resurrection very serious and I’m so so very thankful that Your Love Jesus Christ endures forever.. And I certainly except You as my Lord and Savior! Please Lord help me with my temper and to have the wisdom and patience to control my tongue. I’ve entertained many demons with the verbal poison ejected out for all to hear and i confess this before You Dear God.... I’ve Disappointed You, “My Lord” And hurt many people in the past, Mostly my Family, And my “Only true companion” My Wife... My wife has put up with this madness long enough... so tells this tail of another open moment brought to you in this short story... No fiction, Just friction

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