~Brother~ (p.2)

Only Titans will fall
as you may,
if carelessness is your unremitting bedfellow.

Like the last drag of cigarette,
the last desperate drop clinging
to bottle necks,
I fear you may burn out
before this world has finer use of you
or you of it.

&

While, at times,
phrases flow
veins to page
with such divine grace
one might think our Heavenly Father spoke
to the privacy of your pen,
I prey you
remember,
many a great
Man~
Saint~
Martyr ~
have passed without much notice,
as one might brush dust off boots.
And people often tire of cryptic words
(even mine)

Only Titans will fall
as you may
if excess is your tireless Gabriel.

And like razor’s edge-
Foreplay’s noose-
I fear a trembling hand,
The slip of the chair underneath you
Before Time has taught lessons
Or you have found the means to defeat it.