Wrong man

If I was a superhero, I would be called wrong because I'm always wrong

History

I left most of my history lying in a field, left to die alone, as I walked away. 

Pencil neck

Pencil neck

Sometimes you just want to stick the perverbial pencil into your neck

Right into the coratid artery and let out all of the pressure that has been building up

Let the floodgates open to dance across the walls and the floor

Because it's been a really rough day

Because the wife said something that will stick forever bobbing up to the surface at inopportune moments. 

Because the kids..

No, you must never include the children when contemplating your own weakness and failures 

But the unfortunate thing about the perverbial pencil is that there are no do-overs 

No take-backs

No pause button

No chance to rewind 

There is no one to say, "hey look at what all of this might lead to. Let's maybe hold back a bit."

There is none of that. 

There are no second chances here. 

There are no rematches

Which is maybe why the perverbial pencil is nothing more than a warm up

Maybe that is why seldom is the skin ever pierced

Seldom does the blade dig into the wrists 

Seldom does the trigger release the bullet

Because perverbial is a dress rehearsal 

And the real thing tends to happen only once. 

Presents

When choosing present I have a full proof plan strategy. I just think about what I might actually want you know things that interest me and then I'll try to understand why I want those things very simple you know now comes the hard part understanding that I am not the average person and that there are very few people like me. Therefore since so few people share my interest and my light and my dislikes I simply need to buy them the opposite of what I might want. This, of course, is not a foolproof strategy. There are people who do like beer and liquor and books. I know, because I work with someone. I also drink with some of them. Unfortunately those are generally not the people who I need to buy bread. Therefore, I just think of what makes me the most uncomfortable and then realize that someone else probably thinks that that would make a fabulous gift.

No one

No one ever says 

He looks just like you

He acts just like you

He reminds me of you 

It's the reality of the situation

But I am never seen  

I am never reflected in anyone

Except myself

That can be a lonely feeling sometimes 

Maddie

Denise just told me about a half hour ago that Maddie died this morning. Technically, it was yesterday morning. I'm still not really able to react. It's never fair when a child dies. 

You may

You may gently scoop me up into your arms 

caressing my face 

wiping the dust of sleep from my eyes

And I will turn slowly your face 

warming mine like 

the sun warms the earth each morning

your words will drift over me like 

an early morning breeze moving up the sand 

down the street 

block by block 

announcing morning 

your heart will beat with mine 

as we prepare to step together into the day