I hide behind the beard
(From the Woodsman’s Notebook)

I hide be hind the beard but it’s not hard to understand why. . I hide a disfigured heart of slices and scars.
Of one who is getting wary to try.
No it’s not a disfigured face that I wear. No it is only to ward off people who just don’t care. For me a wall of concrete and steel protects this heart mine but the beard keeps everyone back at just beyond arms length There was one who was able to get through the walls but she didn’t last long she couldn’t deal with the beard now she’s gone.
Compassion and sensitivity are what
I hide. But it’s trust and honesty,
which I abide. I hide behind the beard
until that day I may see that perfect lady
holding the God given key
The one who holds the real key will find that I can do almost anything. If the wall falls will you be there to pick up the pieces, or will you be there as I walk out of the cloud of dust and piles of rubble. Are you sure you want to meet the man Behind the beard?
                                                        The Woodsman 9/11/02
Who cares anyway?
(From the Woodsman’s Notebook)

I wish I could understand the way I feel, no control of life, no gripping the wheel. Family and friends have tried their best, to bring me out from a life depressed. My family those close to me only heard what they thought anger come from me. They didn’t help they didn’t hear the plea.
Yes my mother and brother heard my plea, and yes they tried to get the help for me. But about then I fooled them some, they think they saw me rise like the sun. My depression I hid so well even where my wife walked out as well. The anger she saw was not at all, when pain and loneliness made its call.
I don’t know why I do what I do, when I am angry I won’t talk to you. But when I am in pain or emotionally hurt, it sounds like a temper when I blurt. The words I used are emotionally stressed; they don’t come out the very best. I wish I didn’t have to talk or fight, maybe I can get the correct words out when I write. But who has the time to read all day. But who would care anyway?

                                                        The Woodsman 9/09/02
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