What to doo when family and frinds have failed you.  You strike out on your own.  Water is the song that guides my life.  Like Psalms it is poetic but the poetry is mine.  I created it.  In moments of bliss I deliver with words.  The perversion, it ends with me.  Though my brother may continue it, I bring it to an end.  Here and forever.  Though is an escape and beautiful thought is an inspiration.  It inspires lilting tones of the Irish and Scottish, poetic tones of a downhome mystic.  It's as if water was life and all it brings with it are the things I value.  A father mistrusted and occasional caring but more a mad man searching for revenge against a world that shunned him.  Never feeling connected he turned to boys and with that a sickness he forced apon me.  He quit.  I never will.  For as words are my savior so to ae rivers a saint. Biblical porportions and a loss of faith in faith all built up for vaity itself.  And now he wants me to quit.  When the world turns agaiinst you many fight.  But I choose to live and creat beauty I see it beyond the eyes of the Lord, in the eyes of eternity and forver it shall be.