Whenever the urge to destroy is upon one,
Whenever the nudge is one the final reel,
Gambling is the last refuge of the scoundrel.
My father's dead voice tells me:
"You don't need to fail to feel, son"
My public is a small continent,
An island of family and friends,
Even so-called foes are welcome,
As long as they remove their boots at the door.
When vengeance comes calling,
Ignore the bile,
Have a deep breath,
Breathe in those few moments of peace,
And let the outflow seal the deal.
It never happened until philosophy became pornography;
The intellect as an on-display commodity.
Be as wise as one can be,
And heal thyself first,
Before tackling others' illness and depression.
I am where I was yesterday,
And the day before,
Aware of the time I may have left to undo the wrongs.
Grandfather's words ring as true as they have to be.
I have no need of empty forgiveness.
I am today.
And hopefully tomorrow.