We Don’t Always Get Up Born my son of youth, My pride shadowed you, Our long talks sitting under the stars, Your wisdom learning astounding. You followed me, To the sky, Your letters, soothed ego, in uniform you came, healthy and strong. Randomness comes, without warning, Chaos follows, tragedy forms, Every rising sun it hides, Limping up my path, Gunshot one leg, You a ghost decimated by meth, My heart bled, my love insane, weak, sick, Meth demon chained, withdrawal, horror for all, Detoxing,rehab came, Daily classes, groups and counseling, Fell on meths ears and a mind so distant, likewise wife impaled, two little girls came, Wasn’t long Meth summoned you back, she had a grimy fist, grasping your soul, girls gone, No family, A Spector, of the haze, Abandoning goodness, for Satans crumbs, We watched you implode, only love remained, Your Wife descended down in your darkness, Her daughters lost their mother, Your hand sought a rope, many times, But the demons could not be restrained, Our pain ebbed and flowed, The tidal shift’s, drifted hope to sea, Only love remains, Soon came rising waters, height of our faith, All was well, no horizon, nor darkness, we saw, I cried, I prayed, maybe sooner should I, But Randomness and Chaos, checked our god, We each fell like dominos, sheep off a cliff following No hope, no faith, nor love could I taste, My heart became stone, heavy and throbbing, Son of youth, No longer can I shadow you, I can only lay you in a velvet box, hidden away with my grief, Yes Chaos and Randomness, are the true gods of man, is a two edged sword.... Can something come from naught, while asleep, I weep,I weep. By James Kirk-Wiggins (c) January 2020, All rights reserved
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A Blogger who believes our press is no longer free or diverse. One voice crying in the wilderness, Free America.
“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”
Edmund Burke
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February 22, 2020