to my friend

It seems to me that god gets passed around more and more these days, the end is near...? Some times I might hope so, but I think that we humans have so much angst, pain and ego that we cannot see past our own nose.

We are the end and we create nothing less… take my plastic bag, and please, please place it over my head… breath deep these darkest of dreams…end this now, but please recycle my bag…it in form will last forever. My life my dreams end in this void.

There is so much good in everyone… the crook, the politician, the priest, the minister. Just some get caught up in keeping up with the Manson’s. You my brother I love, drink from my cup… my Kool Aid will set you free…

I love, I mean I truly love. I am a hugger, a lover. I want my, mates to know that they can count on me. I am not a rich man in stature, means, or material. But I am rich in soul…in belief in honor. My brothers are strong in will and nature and there are no two men that I would want closer to me in any conflict…be it physical or spiritual… they carry me more than they will ever know.

I never lost faith, because I never had it. Don’t get me wrong, I believe in god, I know my place in his heart; I know his place in my heart… we are good and we talk often. He is the second most reason for who I am… the first are my girls… they are my life and I am nothing without them…

There are things we dream,
There are things we live…in our wildest dreams, these things become the same…

Be patient in your dreams…
Be patient in life
Don’t wish away the humdrum endless bore of the day
We I am sure will want that back in the end..

My mates…

The end, I am sure, is way to near…

But lets have a beer and make sure…