you speak to me about flaming lips
on fire in my regret.
you say wish you could be here
there's one seat left,
i grow older still
alone.

If I knew then what I know now
Is what my elders would say
Refusing to take their advice
I always wanted to play
Now time had made me grow
I think how life is strange
Because I’m the one with advice
That seems to ring the same
If I knew then what I know now

Walking in a minefield of self-destruction
Not knowing that I was being watched
On a path that was so uncertain
As love of self was being botched

Bound by images of life’s path
The stronghold of the enemy in me
At every turn releasing it’s wrath
And growing more and more crafty

As I added to the scars Christ bore
Thinking this is the way life will end
Lead me to the gates of death's door
Pleading to start over again

In the middle of my own *****
Sinking in was the reality of my world
I no longer had a say or control of it
Everything in my life was in a swirl

Created for a degree of excellence
Something drew me to find meaning
Love was watching being patient
So close to me just waiting

To say one yes was all I had to do
He took control of the situation
In my life Love came to the rescue
Saved my life and soul for certain

A jack of all trades and a master of none
That is what people called him
Always tinkering with a smile on his face
Helping others seemed to be his place
So when the last chance came to say goodbye
Many people wondered why
Had such a man as this
Who touched all walks of life
Have to die

As busy as he was he always had the time
To stop and talk with the town drunk
On the corner where he stood
Often about a wonderful boyhood
Then in his pocket he would reach
Without a judging eye
Give the man some money
Shake his hand and say until next time
So when the last chance came to say goodbye
Many people wondered why
Had such a man as this
Who touched all walks of life
Have to die

Always willing to share his skill
If you had the ear to learn
Teaching how to do a thing or two
He would give that value
With anyone who would listen
He would make it his business
To share his knowledge as if he was a chieftain
So when the last chance came to say goodbye
Many people wondered why
Had such a man as this
Who touched all walks of life
Have to die

A husband and a father
His wife and children miss him the most
He was a hero to them
Through his children his story will never end

Penultimate time—
Together we were love show,
Curtains made closer.

Dubious sense of unresolved ambivalence

Given to implausible suppositions of fragmentation

That distinguishes itself in well meaning solemnities

Of delicious incompetence that evaporates distance

In its poignant lament of darkness

That shadows words of cruelty, indifference and rage

Oh how unbearable those misadventures of piteous overthrows

That cram into brief utterances more meaning

Than language can hold and force a confrontation

Of unresolvable contradictions hidden in such speech

That are the stilling of time, those words that find expression

In a mystic power that transforms darkness into intense light

Whilst blocking out the harsh unforgiving light of everyday

And causes mutation and change of place in disorienting fashion

In seeking a loyalty of angers by shifts of dramatic register

Views its own meaning unstable and problematic

In defense of its own legitimacy