Few walk through the fire.

To live to fight another day.

Ah…

Such heroes!

I have grown tired.

This weariness is mine now.

I have allowed this because I would not walk through the fire.

I forgive you!

Not because I am so spiritual or high and mighty; noooo!

And I forgive you not because I believe that you are more sick mentally than you are evil… and yes I do think that this is true.

I forgive you because I know that my forgiveness will bother you.

The light is in the harbor there and it sure is growing dim.

All time is revving forward at a pace that keeps us slim.

No more going backwards, all our focus is on now.

You take what they will let you but you can’t choose somehow.

It’s coming and it don’t care, about what you do or think.

They said said it passes quickly like a fraction of a blink.

It seems you’re being punished, yet you have done no crime.

You can just relax now, you have nothing left but time.

There was much running and yell!

The police were on my trail.

Been watching ‘The Wire’ Do tell.

Can you feel me?

“A thin line between heaven and hell.”

I don’t want to come off sounding like I have this whole thing figured out for that would shatter the thinnest of veils of humility, carefully created to mask something less virtuous; however…

This experience that she is providing; if this is indeed a test then I feel up to task.

I am in these moments, now, one breath, one moment at a time, doing the next right thing.

My greatest pain in my ass is my greatest teacher.

Bet you never saw that one coming?

I go where I want to.

Just lucky I guess.

The doors are all open.

In these rooms I confess.

I tell them I’m ok.

They don’t care if I lie.

To complain is so old school.

To live is to die.

It’s raining in the valley.

Everything is getting wet.

Except her love for me, you see.

I tried but could not get.

It’s raining in the highlands.

I’m thinking in old song.

Even babies raised by wolves.

Know when they don’t belong.

The rains a distant memory.

Thinking about traveling to the coast.

I live sometimes just in my mind.

It’s the rain I miss the most.

The sirens have all sounded.

I am awake now at the dawn.

Those dreams have all been pounded.

There is no sense in hanging on.

It’s early and it’s often.

When my mind it drifts away.

It is where all defenses soften.

And I hold my tongue at bay.

The light slices the darkness.

The blues are looking grey.

The gifts they keep on coming…

Here comes another day.

I know what I have and I know what I don’t have.

When you have healthy children and peace of mind and great personal health… really can there be any greater blessings?

The true benefits of surviving difficult insane relationships, is that any conflicts that come later on seem frivolous when compared to true crazy.