‪I’m no good, ‬
‪too far from being a saint‬
‪but,‬

‪atleast I’m trying,‬
‪to be there for everyone else‬
‪atleast I’m trying,‬
‪to not find faults from others‬
‪atleast I’m trying,‬
‪hard to control my triggers‬
‪atleast Im trying,‬
‪to make some little things right.‬

I’m no good,
but I’m here trying
to make a point in this life.

So often he attempts
to change words
he has said.
Words that he says later
do not mean
what they convey

There will never be
enough blotters, or erasers
or black markers to cover all
that he would amend
or alter if possible

A secret disclosed
once redacted
becomes evidence
that he desires his words  
to remain unconfirmed

A secret is a secret
only if concealed,
totally hidden
and never unearthed

Redaction is an action
to revoke or nullify
words and actions that
may or may not be undoable

Mistakes, we make and will continue too.
We are human and not a programmed robotic tool.
We live.
We learn.

So why go back?
If we could to change things.
Just why?
Do we propose this?
If only I know then?
What I know now?

Oh, this sounds great.
But just think?
God has never gone back to redesign this world.
And we know he could have.

He has the power.

To him everything he saw was good.
And that quality exists in some of us.
We just got to believe this.

So why go back?
We probably still make similar mistakes.
Because unlike him, we just not that perfect.

I'm falling
falling, yes falling
but not apart
as I still keep my heart.

we were poor
but not deluded

and when
van morrisson's
"brown eyed girl"
comes on the radio on
that worn
old
brown rug
my brother and I
started tapping our feet
shaking our heads
to the music and
our sisters are smiling
at us and
our mother is laughing
at us

and all we needed was
laughter and love
a prayer and a song

turn up the radio