| Written: MAR 2, 2001 |
At the age of 4,
You showed my kindness.
A young, lonesome soul,
A kindred spirit if you will.
Our constant warring,
The closest of souls were ours.
Even in the hate of battle,
Our love for one another grew.
Starting school our paths,
Separate to two worlds.
Yet together we remained,
Troublesome youth.
Within a year we became
The best of enemies and friends.
Side by side into the town,
Boldly we raged.
Policemen followed us home,
Like lecturing shades.
Family trouble, from which,
Was soon to take shape.
Boys will be boys,
It is what they say.
Yet more like fiends,
Than children were we.
Into the fields is
Where our evils were unleashed.
The great outdoors,
More a home than our house.
Brothers in blood and deed,
Together we should have remained.
Yet fate has sentenced us,
Separation was it to be.
Loves and drink passed,
Before us, like snowflakes.
Cold as our young hearts,
But still a burn with desire.
Cages could not be created,
To hold the likes of us.
Even we could not assume control,
So what better chance does another have?
Fear of being caught,
Held us back for a while.
Yet you soon overcame that,
And I was not one to be left behind.
Into the gardens of the Arctic,
Bruised and bloody we came.
Lords of a ruined paradise,
Royalty among rubble we became.
A kingdom we sought,
Yet industrial trash we earned.
Life lessons there were learned,
But morality was kept at bay.
Darkest heart,
Loudest pains,
Hidden emotions,
All these defined us.
To soon the move came,
Fracturing our ties.
Those that bind broken,
The Fates laugh heavy.
Lives askew, down twin,
Yet paths of opposition we trod.
Evilness and lawlessness for you,
And still hidden and raging from within for me.
Your rage was exposed,
Yet consume it still did.
Your fall was dearly noted,
In my heart or hearts.
A loss to me,
As a hole in my chest.
Yet others discount the event,
They knew not the blood.
Brothers of blood,
Of sweat and tears.
Moving in similar circles,
One set of gears cease.
Similar thoughts sometimes occupy me,
Yet wishing not to leave pain,
I think not to pull the trigger,
To cease the blood we share.
Sorely missed are you,
Even to this day.
Although not close of late,
My brother you will ever remain.
The loss to your family,
It must have worn them low.
Had I been there for support,
Mayhap I could lend shoulder or hope.
My family is your family,
And our numbers dive
Into the fallen streams,
Into lands of memory and dreams.
A last resort,
As it has come to be known,
Has taken you from us.
You will be and are missed.
I’ve spoken ill of you in your demise,
But regard it not my brother, it was lies.
I’ve come to know it for what it was,
You were my scapegoat for my failings.
Your rage was known,
And felt closest by us.
Your few true friends,
Friends of a youth gone astray.
