Tear drops and cigarette ashes falling  from the sky.
My heart keeps reciting her last words when she said goodbye.
I loved you so much I let my own heart bleed out.
You brought me hope.
A substitute to replace this dope.
I am reaching for your hand like they say reach for the stars.
Will you help me escape this death or free me from these prison bars.
My strength is faint.
A million words used to paint this picture of my heart.
There is alot of dark Colors but its a beautiful art.
I know you'll like it too because We are connected at the heart.
We are forever together, and never apart.

i give
and give
and continue to give
even if i know it hurts,
even if it hurts
and keeps on hurting.

this is what's sad about
loving too much.
you give your all,
every single inch of skin,
every single tick of the clock,
every single breath i breathe.

and i know it hurts,
and it will keep on hurting.

but that is what love is.
finding the end to the hurt
until the only thing you feel
is peace.

My father died
from a gun shot wound
to the head

self-inflicted

Don't get all weird about it.

Fathers die
and their passing
though certain
is rarely easy.

So what can I say of this man
so many years
after his emphatic end?

I can say what Whitman said
of Lincoln:
"O Captain, my Captain.
Rise up and hear the bells."

But he will not.

He was ever-present
wise and alert
a boxer in life
a fighter in every way.

And I grew up with the gloves on
quick
elusive
and thanks to him
successful in every ring.  

He died
******* on a lit tobacco stick

Emphysema was gonna
take him down
so he pulled his own trigger
saved his family that way
though that's a longer tale

Therefore
and whereas
this is a belated requiem
for a man I loved.
My Captain.
Dear and departed
these many years
may he rest in peace
as he never rested
in life.