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!