the past is the bad tattoo
that reads NO REGERTS
the train
that leaves
when you run
down the STAIRS
the label that FEDEX
left on your DOORSTEPS
a spectacular moment for THIRDS
someone spilled their life on aisle SIX
if you are responsible please clean it UP
                                                and have a nice day

Mark me with the sin of desire
my skin is tainted flesh.
Communion wine spilled,
on the bride's wedding dress.
And when all is said and done,
I do's, blessings, and Amens,
They will consummate that marriage,
and live in the sin of regret.

Don't let others bring you down with them or bring you down by yourself. Don't let people know or tell you secrets, it's your own reality. Don't do something that won't make you happy. Don't put others first because they are sad don't look at others just because they look at you. And don't cry because of sadness cry because your happy

The days pass, the people come and go
Slowly we slip into our mature years
We are supposed to be chill, home, no fun, and slow
Yet, the difficulty is I have people and care


Used to say I will sleep when dead
That, mentality is stuck in my head

No regrets, or “regerts” no worries
When done no problems and no Sorry’s

Hope that when gone,
the ones I have faith in me will understand
I did my best, as a friend, son, father and a man

I don’t answer to anyone except the guy I see each morning
Don’t expect flowers, money, or things when people are mourning

Celebrate, I hope those that truly know me will not compare
I am me, not perfect, I am well aware

Navigating my way way through
Just like you

Some nights the panic wins
and I spend hours dwelling
on my accumulated sins
and the healing has started
but the bruises and swelling
have not yet departed
and I wonder if medicine
could put it all back to right
like years ago, it could have been
if you and I had survived the fight.
These tired days the whispered shout
all ancient grudge and new regerts
are all I got the time to think about
it's difficult as quitting cigarettes.
I wake from dreams about drowning
and search for meaning in mistakes
the face of god in toast browning
the ring of truth in well known fakes.
And maybe one day it all ends
and maybe we're all that remains
healing is over but nothing mends
a group of kids and growing pains.
I want badly to get better
I try hard every single day
But I still worry and fretter
and watch as it all slips away.