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Erroneous patriarch


I never expected a wedding invite Or a Father's day card Not in repayment for the father I've been But you ended up giving me so much more 15-minute calls that feel like 30 seconds Leaving me dumbfounded at your love And utterly breathless The one word you say to me Dad Is certifiably priceless It helps me forget what the manner of my vice is Looking at the back of my eyelids Because I can't enter my dreams At the thought of the airport Where in one month to the day we'll meet It's been a decade and somehow you still love me I don't deserve that Not for letting you grow up without a dad Somehow you forgive me And I don't deserve that I can't help but divulge the facts........... I'm an addict The college dropout A violent felon prone to rage You're an angel A thriving college student And a heart that gives and never takes I'm a thug I'm a psychopath I've lived my Life in the fast Lane You're a cuddle bug And I know that From your wife who's learning to love me too I don't deserve either of you If I could make it all up By setting things right I'd get out and stay out Get a cozy 9 to 5 I'd settle down And live The Good Life I'd see you in the Summers Like we did when you were little I'd play You songs by the waterfall That we used to jump into I'd make you cheesecake We'd eat it until we burst at the seams And then Grandma's we'd even have Mississippi mud pie Until we couldn't fit into our jeans I thank God you love me Even though he knows I don't deserve that But love is so blind I guess that's where we're both at Loving.......... In spite of mistakes and long absences Caring.......... In the face of trials and tribulations Love can be so selfless It leaves me feeling helpless But we love nonetheless in response To living after patriarchal death
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James Oberfeldt

Recently released prisoner for bank robberies. Self proclaimed Buddhist Christian. Singer,guitarist songwriter. Lives in rural new england. Father of one beautiful 21 year old daughter. Very close to brother sister and mother. 37 years old. Employed by demolition company which means I get to destroy stuff and get payed for it. Residing at a halfway house in Manchester, NH.

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