Come sit with me...Tell me which of your parents committed suicide...
Which brother, sister, or other, killed themselves
out of sadness, disappointment, or rage...
Show me your scars and I will show you mine...
Tell me your dream and I will tell you mine.....
Which of your family went insane...
lived in that dark place where there are no doors unlocked,
no windows without wire grates.....
Come sit with me...and we will bleed together, cry together, laugh together...
The two of us, shedding blood in the moonlight, kissing each other's tears...
wiping away the stain of life...so ruthless, so cunning, so sour...
Let us greet a new day, and stand together against the scoffers...
Those who would love us today, but will betray us tomorrow...
Come sit with me...show me your wounds suffered along the way...
Show me the graves of your dead lovers and broken promises...
Walk with me in the moonlight.....
I come to you not as King, but as a leper...
not as a prophet, but a liar...
I have triumphed over peace through chaos...
and bludgeoned my way here...
Come sit with me...let us talk honestly and openly to one another...
Bobby Jameson
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