1999

Any given day

25 May 1999

hand written on lined paper

Any Given Day

I was once a writer I was once a poet I was once a singer + I hardly knowed it I was once a carpenter I was once a painter I was once a doctor I was once a lawyer And I could have shown it

I was once a pilot I was once a traveler I was beaten down hard in battle I was walking 10,000 miles before I was saved from my delusions.

I was once a porcupine with no where to shoot my needles

I was once a lion with no kingdom to protect I was once a Christian I was at the same time a jew I was saved by sacrifice but died in vain (3/20/07) fixed?

I was once a deputy and killed my sheriff didn’t Mean to he was in the line of fire.

I was once a hanged man and became an angel I was once watching death as it drifted over a friend

I was once a gypsy traveling around the states I was once Lost with no place to go.

I was once following those that didn’t know I was free then + now I know. What are you doing to save your soul.

I was once a writer I was once a singer I was twice in jail + a kid at best I was sick + weak + lost + beat I was living But really dead too speak of I was once a boyfriend the rest probably Just a boy I was many x’s a lover

And that’s all ill say about that. I was once a pizza maker in love with a doctor’s Daughter I was once a painter With no paint.

I was once a sculptor and was crucified for Making it. I am back today to see about that

I was once a

I was once a pilot + I hardly traveled. I got stuck in where to go. ( It wouldnt let me go.

I got stopped in the take off run. I was there forever until a friend had come to save me from waiting.) MAYBE NOT INCLUDE?

I was once a swimmer but didn’t want the structure. Swim a hundred laps and ill talk to you later Just wanted to be wet + feel the water Too much for me as I

I was once a painter but I had nothing to say There have been many x’s I have and seem to still today.

I was once an archeologist diggin for treasure Or just a message or artifact from someone’s Distant past. I would search the ground And what s under it for stories to make up Or dream about.

I was once a stealer of things I wanted Didn’t feel so good and god saw it so- I was once a feeler of pain + sorrow and I still am-

I was once a brother to a boy I loved But it hurt so much I walked away. Hard to say what happened there too much Pain too much to talk about

“an actor”

I was once a savior of things unseen I was once a champion of the world to be I was once a warrior For all to fear I was once a player a fool to sing To laugh + cry to weap at This to walk dance At fits of joy I was once an actor To show you all what its like to Be human + to cry the tears that build So deep in you that store the life that is Give you, that hold so dear the marks that Free your spirit from the past so dark, That lie dormant in the cracks of your soul That may never be opened; only by divine Spirit that may come to you if you allow your Self to be healed and it wont be by me For I am not here to do that. It will be by yourself + those around you that Are placed in your path.

Look up and see the dawns coming soon And you are free as soon as you say it so.

I was once an artist Who kept a journal Who kept on drawing with all that that means I was once an artist Who knew gods gift to him was clear Who believed in all To continue and not worry About how to eat How to survive I was once an artist Knew I always was But I kept up the question And it’s hurt me so Over the years I should have known If you’ve got it use it If you know then let it go If you’ve got it use it And let it show.

I was once a photographer who took no pictures Who saw the world as a canvas to frame + I have the eyes to see.

I was once in battle I was once Fighting for something but don’t know Must have been important

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