Father Of Mine Five Fathers Ago
He surrounded his life with an impregnable wall of integrity and truth which was invulnerable against the poisonous darts of culmy and slander.
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J.F. Roberts Obituary | Died in San Antonio, TX | September 22, 1923
Father Of Mine Five Fathers Ago
June 2, 2010
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The sky was screaming but it made less noise then you did making none sleeping so close. I can remember wishing I was deaf, thinking I was deaf, I wanted you awake. An hour passed, a year passed. I took my shirt off and ran out into the invisible rain that felt like little rocks pelting my bare skin. I wanted to be beaten by something larger then myself and beaten how I could not predict the moment of pain. I wanted to make this body mind match. They don’t. This act didn’t help. I saw the sky change its colors and I felt a farewell. I only thought I had to leave when I should only learn to sleep.
I Miss That Rain. I Miss That Noise. I Need Love I Don’t Ask For.
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This is the land of my blood, this is how Texas loves me.