My brother my friend, flesh of our lord's flesh.
I hold you tightly in my mind.
I long to have your love and understanding.
We belong together of the same heart.
Our need of life is without words.
We say little to one another but are so alike.
The ways of men are strong, confused and lonely.
We believe to share is to bare.
To give in is to be less than men.
We build walls, conditions and helplessness, instead of trust and friendship.
Knowing about feelings is easy, saying them is the hard part.
What man would understand me if I spoke of my hidden truths?
I no longer wish to live without life,
to walk alone, to be without feelings.

Walk with me so we my touch each others hearts
and feel the spirit of our souls.

With all my love, your brother

Remember the greatest TV show ever?  I just spoke to her, she was attempting to share with me about Mark through tired tears, great gasps and long silent seconds.  As she maintained a cheerful face while looking at her younger brother laid flat atop fresh sheets half the man he once was.  "Twilight Zone."  The one that the guy was buried alive with the understanding that he would be freed prior to his air running out.  However he never read the end of the script.  Or; he chose not to.  Perhaps he, is we?  She said that his speech might come back, however his right side has received a disconnect notice from the landlord.  Life that once was; isn't!

"It begins."

Our wrinkled skin stretches the unknown truth of the sightless rumors to which we pay no attention.  One foot, less two.  
Yet all steps being left or right lead to the only inevitable lighting.

Body-less

Some of those steps taken many days earlier, by so many, before we understood why we believed we couldn't be Ziggy Stardust.

"Give up the ship to the tenders, for they have gotten us this earth."

I'm deep in the pit of endless despair
down far beneath black.
It's colder then pain, darker then loneliness.
Knowing it was "I" who created this heartless primitive poison.
Not only did I think up it's existence, I dug it out with my own wicked innocence.
A vile dying without death's escape.
I careen at life with throttleless control, seeing where I'm going without remembering where I've been.  
All my roads are curved, jagged, unpaved and wrought with adversaries.
Our conflictive partnership has me in front of numerous roads and as so many times before with me on my mind, I'm directed the wrong way.
I graciously cruise forward knowing that the next hills' valley is deeper then the very depths of a villainous soul.

As so many times previous, I run over myself looking through the rear window of on-coming traffic.

Nevertheless "I" smile at myself as if I haven't been here before and believe it's just another ride going nowhere by nobody.