Take me onAnd take me with   yourCracking lifted fits of running thisSound jabbing twist-ed rounds came to fistsThirsty for giving forcefulnessBone and flesh to flesh-ed unprotected;Clashing blood torn from fleshy bitsScars born & others re-tornCame to formHis being into something with his definitive meaningButWhen no clear winner took a stanceIt was another tired soulJust … Continue reading Bring Me Home Now