Empty headed as I sat and pondered when it would be my turn on "Death" cold horse carriage ride to my "Home". Wondering have I made the right decision in life to have built a "Home" fit a "King" or a " Poor Man". Shall I arrive at a "Home" were everything I want is given or a "Home" were nothing is given but heat which pinches me with reality every waking moment. As I arrived to my new "Home" I realize it what I've done that gotten me this "Home". What "Home" are you working toward?

Dear Son

I was sentenced to death the day I fell in love. Yes I said "death by love" well it might seem funny but love is deadly. I was hung by my neck with too much love. Drowned in midnight lust. Shot with responsibility. Chained to a stranger that I strangely love for life. Love was the case and they blame me.

                                   Sincerely,
                                      Your dad

Trapped in the darkness of fear feeling as if I was meant to be here with no way out. Blinded by failure of my past fearing that my future will be the same. Heartbroken by the ones I trusted, fearing if I should trust again. Balled up in the corner consume in fear of stepping into the world that has done so much to you that darkness and solitary have become a friend to me. Cause in my darkness and solitude  I have nothing to fear cause darkness has no eyes to judge me or no words that can be spoken to hurt me. Only people do.

They say that I'm somewhat of a poet
   I tell them rather not but a man with a broken pencil
   That share his story through this broken pencil
    Through this broken pencil history has been written
    Through this broken pencil lives have been save
    Through this broken pencil secret have been kept
   They ask why don't you fix your broken pencil
   I reply "why fix what not broken"

Lies as white as ******* but yet its told
Lies that are told that leave you in the cold
Giving you the wants of the warmth truth
Lies that are made to protect you
But yet brings insecurities to who which its told
We all lie but what lie will you tell