This Is For Him

This Is For My Father This is for him the man who mumbled in tongues that God couldn't understand He wondered how was it possible to place an angel of god into flesh I was that prayer that was answered by God When he saw me My body, had glowing wings of the sun My face a miracle my eyes held heaven in the palms of his hands Daddy Do you remember you wrote me a letter May 2,2006 Asking me how was I doing I wrote you back, but you never replied This is for you You were the reason Why the only name I owned was bastard, And Why kids made of me because you found out last year that I was Dyslexic, and though I was dumb Remember my 14th birthday I called you, asked you what happened, and it was in the silence That I trembled You left me to go bungee jumping by umbilical cords Just to see if I could walk on water like peter did But I never drowned in your lies But I brought Houdini back from the dead To re-write spells in scrolls that sit in the attic to collect dust And remember how we played hopscotch on your torso, and Dance along your toes This is for my father This is for my father This is for my father This is for the man that tried to pluck, my childhood memory from the palms Of my Hands But mama told me that out of the crayon box you choose to chew on yellow instead of white because pride told you its to sinful You bathe your body in the rain to wash the sin off You wear masculinity like a mask across your face Because you heard God's heart beat though the thundering, and lighting, Struck Mother earth To tell you to get your act together Because you forgot the face of your son that was born February 14 1995 But you say you love me So oil paint my face in the pupil of your eyes And creased the echo of my voice on your back Then tell me you love me Because I can’t help It When I look into the mirror I see the burst of the supernova leaving the creast shape of my eyes your face Edged into the moon And I tell God to bless you because Daddy I still love you Despite of what they may say I can now sleep to the cricket melody of your heart like a Lullaby, He told me I’m sorry for being a half a man, but you got to understand I wore the privileges of being a man Insecurity Forgive me for forgetting the responsibility of a father, but I am now able to hold u in They memory of your voice Daddy Your love was always something worth dying for Like a Holocaust morning with silent guns shots of World War 2 in my veins And even though you weren’t their u taught me to walk hard because angels to can Feel pain from heaven Playing their sorrow strings in their harps strongly Breaking to the silent pen drop of ignorance Because together we tapped dance on rain clouds and let the dust fall from the Floorboards of heaven be a blessing to the 5th Commandment that says Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the lord thy God giveth thee Because biblical stories are real And Daddy I’m willing to be your son