a question of sorts

How much is too much?

I had to find out

each time

whether it killed me,

or just turned me

to a dream.

Grains Of Sand

There’s nothing you can do for me,

that I can not do for myself.

Your little brother’s gonna be,

a burning light or living hell.

See all these insecurities,

are what keep him from getting help.

It makes no difference don’t you see,

either way I’ll be wishing you well.

There’s something I can do for you,

that surely once was done for me.

See your kid brother understands,

only what is in his hands.

Without these insecurities,

he wouldn’t have the strength to stand.

It’s like I’ve said this all before,

just grains of sand through my hand.

for the kids

What a burden it is,

all this pain.

Yet what a pleasure it is

to watch it’s

becoming.

Just knowing this one thing

is enough to know another,

which is enough to know the latter

will be fruitful for the kids.

Intelligence

Intelligence,

it’s a subtle

bomb.

Read a book—

and explode.