Liked your
wheelchair poem a lot Geremia
and this
...

I like ruins myself
I watch ghost hunters on the television
and then U Tube has people going through
old places

suprising for me I love the mental institution
videos Ours was from fifties
and it was scary enough and had its moments

love the line
"I crawl
scratching the ground
ripping at Time that has bound
me...

immense feeling in this

if I wanted to know something All I had to do was ask
but as crasy as I am and love much I knew that power
of intelligencia has its formulae wavelengths Intelligence
is for intelligence and im not that far up there
its about balance Like going to the circus and seeing the
tightrope walkers the lion tamers
I only just asked the little stuff
leaving all the larger complecs stuff for the ship in a bottle
builders the watchers who give their lives to watch

I never thought about "Family" giving me the "structure"
I was shown Politeness Never judge It was okay to
say Okay your a fucking douche bag but not to go on
about it to go on about it was to judge A waste of
energy so to speak

I was ecsisting and you know what
the "family" saw that I was not signed off

I admired that
and still do

without much I can come and go
but you know
"family" stands for something
gave me values beyond mere
ideologies

progression must go on
ruthless advancing

structure is value to old tradition
respect politeness etc

Ive not forgotten my people
those that put a roof over my
head a meal
took me in from the rains
and cold and hunger

Thank You Geremia
your words are valuable
and you know
like cagney said

"I aint so tough"

We are all bound by the amount of time we spend here.And who is to say that fate might not take any of us before the other?
The corridor your protagonist is traveling might well be a culling area to a better place. Heck I liked the compression of so much in so few words that I'm not even going to tease you for stealing my title lol..........stan hmmm.....I guess I just DID rotfl

My father was ill, seriously ill,
the surgeon declined to operate
upon him
my father being adamant insisted
I'm paying he snarled...
the surgeon relented
my pop was horizontal for days 365
and was then standing
and
sooner than expected walking...
the young surgeon died,
my father lived on for over two decades
thereafter...

So none know what God has in store
its one’s mind that's more than any foreign power
none knows the dangling hour...
when twill come
take care,
friend
you are a symbol of strength .......