You would be proud of me.

 
 
My birthday was in June
 
My father passed away in August
 
So I remember to be strong
 
And move on
 
To stay lion hearted
 
And carry the day
 
To fly away
 
And become myself.
 


Take care.


It's not my fault.


Time to depart, back to life, let it rain.

What on earth makes messes

 
Just the way humans can and do
 
All the drama
 
We watch on television
 
Could never equal the tragedy
 
Of the horror we imagine
 
All the fears we create
 
Dark things in trash can
 
Seem to grow
 
And flood the street
 
While children keep their mouths closed
 
The adult world is growing
 
The weeds also.
 
 


If there is a God he has a strange sense of humor..


Then,



I am not what you seek, you seek munster cheese.


Is this a nightmare?


As no means no, go go go away!


God help me, I might attend church! It's hard being a saint by my first and middle name! Mark Bernard!