MY DIEYING DADDY

FATHER.

I cant accept it has happened.

To you.

And to me..

Plus the rest of the family.

I know my words wont cure you of your pain.

But i just want to explain.

And express my gratitude.

Love, & thoughts.

From a son.

You haven't seen much of.

A son that is proud.

And honerd.

To carry your name.

PLEASE feel no shame.

On floating tides of misery.

Which has enveloped you.

And left you helpless.

Hopeless.

We all live to die.

But honestly.

DO we die.

Or are we forgotten.

Dad.

I love you .

My love for you shall never die.

As .

You will always .

Be the one.

Left to shine on.

My thoughts.

Feelings.

Will never fade.

As i am .

So amused.

And proud.

To have.

You.

KEN MOORE.

As.

My

Father.

GOLDEN BROWN

The brown powder.

Brown sugar.

Leaves the heart fond.

And golden brown.

Removes all that frown.

Fear not .

The stigma.

Steriotypical.

Judgemental.

Of this tit for tat.

Opiates are pure.

Heaven like.

The euphoric rush.

The once emotionaly crippled.

Stands once again.

Whilst under the hypnotic charm.

Of poppy seed waste.

Poppy seed waste, why waste it.

The beauty of a narc .

With such flawless beauty.

And charm.

For this powder.

Shall charm.

And induce all that cause it strife.

Forget the wife playing away.

The pain & misery.

Of every day life.

Anxiety, anger, loneliness.

To many jump the gun,.

And run,run,run.

From what.

YOU do or you dont.

But trust me.

I see the blaming,

Cursing, the pain and suffering.

Of mis-use.

"Look what that shit did to me".

Says the man with one leg.

No, no and know this.

You did that to yourself.

Golden brown doesnt call you .

 

Begging you to take her in your arms.

OR IN YOUR CASE UR LEG.

You shot yourself.

Time after time.

Using filthy pins.

To ease your pain.

And still you blame.

A piece of brown powder.

BE CLUMSY BE YOURSELF

Is there really a person named RCK1.

Asked the friend.

Yes my friend  that is i .

I reply.

But you seem such an intelligent man.

Of course i am.

Intelligent.

Witty.

Please don't pity.

My clumsiness .

And mistake it as a bad, negative.

Value.

One has RCK1.

R CLUMSY KENNY IS NO 1.

You see my friend.

No one is perfect.

Far from it.

But above it.

I am myself.

Kenny moore...