Let Us Live

Give me a breath to breath. I can gaze, take a thrilling look at her. What a wonderful thought provoking experience. Mental notes that should be scribbled out on Post Its and trace the frame of my computer at work. Yellow, hot pink, and flush red pieces of paper to remind me of love and future. How hard do I try? Effort. What is that capsule made of anyway? Do I take the pill? I believe I have done that before and was abandoned to an empty affect. Decisions are a joke that was told on any given Christmas party last year. Overly spoke of and as self-provoking as a rainy day is to go out, that is what decisions are. Have not all the good ones been make anyway? We are left here making choices of little significance. Shall I have a Triple Grande Mocha or just a Tall Mocha? I am not saying that those choices do not have effects, but knock off. Do you see what thirst can do to a man? I am standing in a sand trap of my own placing, when all I want to do is putt-putt. Get me to the ’bloody’ hole. One torture concept that would sure be convincing is the withhold of the spirit. For far to long I have been depriving my own body of the only thing it truly needs. The spirit of God has been kept at bay. Such foolishness we humans are know for. Chalk me up. Smith listed below. I follow rank in the army of dead and redead, marching backwards to the end. The end is that place of recognition. A place where miserable souls have nothing to help, but to turn about. Facing up from the bottom of a deep well. Betrayed this time by our own blood. Bloody’ dump is what it is. Preserved to be a slave of the enemy not even worth killing. History both personal and distant, states explicitly that hope is in the light, but so then is undercover, the hurt, destruction and ruin once left behind. Come to the end quickly, for the sooner the journey home will be. Easier it will not, but home it will be.