**These are two separate pieces, the first was written a few years ago, and the second one was written a week or two ago. When I finished the 2nd, I had the first one immediately on my mind, so that why they are posted together. Enjoy.** --------------------------------------------- Steps out side of a 4 am last call bar, with a rain soaked mind that has drizzled all night long. No initiative to find the way home. Content to sit, watch the light she left on. Purified streets of blackened night, wet with the tears from our fathers, to pave the way for our apathy. --------------------------- A man of him self. no longer afraid to act on his own. Born in to genes of addiction that will never be lost, only held in check with tenable conviction and resolve. Rumors and whispers of what he used to be smoke filled doldrums for a mind, an escapist, get acknowledged with a nod. With a sense of time and the lack of it, he tries be better, better than what he was before. A man of him self. ------------------------------ -Bradshaw Sumners
