My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
