June 26, 2012 - 0445

It's taken just over two weeks since I could read what I've written here and not break down and cry my guts out. On 06-09-2012, we had to say good bye to the best dog I will ever know. There isn't much more to say than that.

Good-Bye, My Friend

It’s not fair that you won’t live as long as me
When there are so many things we’ve yet to see
It makes me so sad, knowing you have to go
But the both of us are smart enough to know

That your once bright eyes are now so dim
So much so that you’ve lost your vim
And the legs that carried you strong and fast
Are shaky and weak, your muscle long past

We no longer run, and jump and play
I watch you now as you sleep all day
You’re tired I know, it’s been a good life
Never gone hungry, never felt strife

I’ll miss you my girl, now no longer in pain
You don’t have to worry about cold or the rain
Rest easy now Pepper, but I still don’t know why
Our friends have to leave us, our dogs have to die

June 1, 2012 - 0530

Sporadic, yes. Inconsistent, yes. But now and then the words just seem to come to me and I share them with you.

I've had these snippets of lines in my notes for a while now. And after listening to some of the performances from "Louder Than A Bomb" once again, I went back and looked at them. And from them I wrote the following. Neither of these things has ever happened to me in my career, and hopefully I can go my entire career without them happening.

The Anti-Hero

What do you say to the mother

Who's child has died in your hands?

After giving the "kiss of life"

They feel the sting of death

No matter how, you were supposed

To be the savior. The saver

of lives. Keeping the child alive

But you. Could. Not.

The little breath stopped

The little eyes closed

The little hands went slack

The little body went limp

...

What do you say to the mother

Who's child has died at your hands?

After ordering, begging, pleading to stop

They feel the sting of death

You were supposed to be the savior

A saver of lost souls in their world

Bringing their child home, berated

Belittled, bruised and cold but breathing

But you. Did. Not.

The finger tightened on cold

Rolled steel. Mechanicals took their action

And with a roar...there was silence

There are no words to say

To a mother, who's child

You could not save