Tonight I am grateful for patience; what little i have.

‘Cause i’m about as patient as a heart-attack (you feel that? ACT, Now, or Die!); i’m breathing like a mother fuckin’ atom bomb—rumbling and stumbling up ‘n’ down the stairs of washed out ghetto villages were the patient truly wait; a strong bootleg branded love deep in their souls waiting for the cup to be handeth over and they shall fill it up—over-flowing Spirit in mountainous Hallelujahs…

And i feel myself clinging to the images and pictures of brightly framed fantasies; my gut wrenches at the mention of them—the waters of my body rise and fall with tidal emotions and straining passions…

I shan’t think my way out of this one; i won’t find reason for the chaos encased in my being… I shall breath, and let it all go… until it drifts slowly back to what it came from.

That’s worth waiting for…