One for my homies

Gravestone at Buckfast Abbey
poignant for this post.

This is my blog and I cannot not have it truly reflect my life, even the bad bits.

"There are times, just a few when the mask slips and the hurt comes through
when the past shows and not just God knows
the painful memories of those who have past from me

Every year when summers end, a pain hits which I can't mend
of times gone by, of folks that died
such painful memories of those that left me

and now I'm here again"

M.Hearn 07

And try as I am I cannot lightly throw that feeling of dread and sorrow off myself, and so I look around and see, my Wife, my Kids, my Pets, My life, my trinkets of comfort and so on and so forth.

And 99% is good be assured, but that 1% it still gnaws and gnaws and gnaws and my heart hurts, and my soul shrinks and my spirit crumbles away and people actually wonder what makes me tick and why that darkness hangs over me,

Despite my few remaining true friends I feel alone

Despite my loving family I feel alone


Take a look at my life and see, who would stand in my shoes and not feel the same, strangely scarey, oddly comforting

And so yes, one for my homies.................though I loathe the phrase

But to say anything else will have me curled up in the corner broken and so it has to be that flippant




Else I may have never come back, else I could not come back.

Today is not a good day


And Onwards and Upwards seems a mountain I cannot climb at least Today


roll on Tomorrow.......................