(2014)
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.
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
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
