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It’s been years since it’s been little more then a haunting image on the back of my mind. I think about my brother David and find it hard to remember much except the horrific things that happened to him toward the end of his life. I remember playing cowboys and Indians with him and my other little brother with gun sticks and rocks until we were tired, bruised and bloody. I think that is my happiest memory. He was a quiet kid; ironically I became so after his death. Maybe it’s the fact that th...

I walked with you into the night naked I was as I proclaimed romance you must not have heard me for you only laughed maybe it was a passing thought not wanting to know changed the subject to coming storm I walked with you when you cried of love and loss for some reason mine the only available shoulder or the neon sign affixed to my forehead I walked with you when you fell sick old and frail whispering of failing health I helped you to your door and said good night Never once did you comment o...

If love were an ocean would I still brave the violent storm to search for you? As the waters of fear smashed my sail would I turn back, or die trying to reach you? At times you are within my grasp then the waves steal me away telling of danger and harm so I sail again toward you only to be turned away in despair when I grow tired of trying and wish I could change course the waters drift me closer to you not close enough to touch you but close enough to stir my heart once more Once again begin...

Its been years since its been little more then a haunting image on the back of my mind. I think about my brother and find it hard to remember much except the horrible things that happened to him toward the end of his life. I remember playing cowboys and Indians with him and my other little brother with gun sticks and rocks until we were tired, bruised and bloody. I think that is my happiest memory. He was a quiet kid, ironically I became so after his death. Maybe its the fact that there are n...

I miss you feel you breathing in my ear a step behind. I miss you never knew you Only cries Beneath that urine soaked Bathroom sink prison To Him you were Satan To me only David Remembering cowboys and Indians Before Dad became God stealing innocence away He spiraled down to madness we were evil you were Lucifer's son Did God's will, He preached I will always hear the screams And smell urine thinking of it. I remember when you died and I started you screamed He quieted you forever In that big...