Male Bonding

Salvation’s Favor

Did I ever let go of us
In comittment to you?

No – not once
Always I rose

To caustic challenges
Pushing off damages

Only to watch you
Yield and then fold

Have I grown too old if
I say it was not enough

– That when tested you
Gave up gamble’s bluff

Rejecting my heart and
Our love as a past time?

My endurant support
Willfully sacrificed by

Your shaking hands
Clutching fear’s blade

Too late other men’s mouths
Have provided added weight

To belief that a rare woman
Gave to you for safekeeping

What were you thinking
When you called to say

(Almost) that you had
Made a huge mistake?

But the words never
Cleared the air pure

Still unsure of standing
In that treacherous land

Where society squeezes balls
Of a man still adhering to laws

Corrupting and distorting God’s
Truth used as a brutal bludgeon

Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Dancin’ Fool

“All of this core restabilizing alignment work has me here and there momentarily able to put out some sharp moves.

Of course, then I tweak something coming across limitations – but at least, then I have a funnn reason for being in severe, throbbing pain!”

(“Let me see you do it!” – Lil Jon)