Slip away to where your heart’s content,
Don’t worry, think of old times, you don’t have to pretend.
Know that you’re loved and needed still,
Conquer things in life that give you the chills.
Remember your father, how proud he makes you feel,
With him by your side, your faith is sealed.
He’s with God now after striving for years.
Smiling down on his son full of tears.
Joyful for the moment Heaven shall to be his,
God says, These are the beginnings, not the ends.
For Papa.
About ABSTRACT KING
I'm originally from a small town in Central Texas, Lampasas. In the early stages writing was often spurred by some emotional event. What is currently on the Abstract King website is "the tip of the iceberg" so to speak. A pile of indecipherable hand written journals, thousands of photos, and hundreds of hours of video have sat collecting dust in storage over the years. Wondering about the effects fire, flood, or death would have on this massive amount of "me", drove me to create something more permanent. So, I began digitizing all the written words, editing, and sharing pieces with friends. The site is an extension of the positive feedback and intrinsic value I have received since. For the sake of creation, I put it out there for you. If you have an emotional response along the paths in my kingdom, then that's a bonus!
