Curveball

Double plot you see
For him and me
He's twelve feet under
I'm kicking myself for that blunder
At thirty seven I became a widow
With a seven year old in tow
I had a great job and a brand new condo
How was I to know
Body now shattered and I'm on my last nerves
Life throws a lot of curves
No longer a viable entity
Not wanting any pity
When it's my turn to meet the Reaper
I'll just close my peepers

The Rest Home

I am so glad to hear from you
Every day I wake up blue
If my siblings would've had their way
You would have been lost to me forever and a day
This is how I truly feel
They lack compassion reciting it's no big deal
To watch me fall to my knees
Begging them not to do this please
Which fell on deaf ears
My cheeks are blood stained tears
You are unaware of their treachery
Loss of blood could send me to the cemetery
As the back of my shirt turns bright red with blood
From the stabbing blows that came down with a thud
The white noise makes itself known
Sending me into the abyss of the codone

Sleepover

I hold friendship very dear
Especially one of twenty years
Not being able to have that kind ever before
Moving constantly what a bore
Loosing childhood friends
Recalling their tragedies at the end
An entire family wiped out
Save one by a sleepover we shout
That drunken driver will never know
How much damage he caused when he lost control
He not only lost his life
He also took his new wife
Along with them the family of my best friend
Now at age eleven
She is an orphan

The Report

I have an allergy in my cells?
After two go rounds you'd think there would be bells
Going off in his head
The cause A Big Fat ? Mark he'd written on the report instead
No suggestions of research of the cause
You'd think he needs to take pause
To delve into his desk reference book
Or to the internet for solutions to look
Maybe he would gain some insight
And I would be able to sleep through the night
To start the journey of my dreams
To wake up without the screams

The Point

The Tooth Fairy is a fake, but the Closet Monster is real. It's true. I met him; twice, once as a child and my next encounter as a fully grown mature adult. Some people with closed minds have no idea of what reality is. They are the ones who check under their bed before retiring for the night praying for fame and fortune; for themselves, not giving a rats P-Do-D for anyone or anything. These are the people who excel at making other people's lives a living hell! I've had my fair share of these pesky little critters and it took years of looking inward to rid myself of these spirit killers. Unfair? Life is just that; cruel and unforgiving. Do not become complacent within that bubble; a sharp prick and POOF!...Gone. What you've lost is nothing in comparison to what you have gained that will be passed on to others. If you just happen to be one of the fortunate few to be chosen; shown the way in...There are no boundaries for those that have found the point.

The Market

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, aka O.C.D.; my daughter accused me of having this affliction one day when we were at the market. I didn't know what O.C.D. was until that day... a lot of other people were enlightened as well; as she observes me re-arrange some items in the cart she blurts out, "MOM! YOU'VE GOT O.C.D.!" she said this with such intensity that I darn near jumped out of my skin; was it that she used such a big word for an eight year old and she knew it's definition? or was it the delight in knowing something I didn't.
I respond rather quickly,"I like my cart organized; it's a quirk." I was hoping she would drop the topic; no such luck. She replies,"But Mom; you do it all the time; it's embarrassing". "Well golly gee whiz honey that's my job...so; are we there yet?" I said with a smirk.

The Reaper v. The Taxman

Mr. Reaper is patient...It's due process, when your number is up; it's up. There are no bargains, deals or debates. If you have never tasted that piece of pie in the sky... when the time comes (and it will) Mr. Reaper is there; waiting for you, and in that out stretched fiendish hand is his promise to you; the deed to the proverbial farm. It's yours free and clear; all he asks in return is for your soul.You come into this world with nothing kicking and screaming and you leave it maybe just a little wiser. It's the same all over. There is no escape, no one gets out alive fore the taxman cometh; to take what he thinks is his from the few that have temporarily staved him off to the many that feel they can cheat him out of his hunger. So, take what you may; try if you can. I will live again, in another time and at another place. I am an old soul with many past lives; yet only a few in this souls current life that truly gets me. There is nothing for certain except death and taxes.

A Rude Awakening

It's six o'clock in the morning when it hits, quite suddenly and unexpected. A squeezing pain in the center of the chest, odd; it feels like a charlie horse one would get in the leg after exercising, only I'm not exercising! I'm in bed asleep, dead to the world until 5:59:59 that is.
Rising up on all fours, mouth agape, tongue stiffening upwards towards the roof of my mouth unable to breathe (or I am and just don't know it) fixated on what is about to happen to my body. It feels like someone is holding on to my heart and slowly squeezing it until it stops beating; a one point I thought it had. I can feel the adrenalin now; the white noise is in the background waiting to pounce, sending me off and in to the abyss. I can hear myself say... No! No! Oh No! Not Now! I called out to GP...he is at my side in a (ha-ha)...heartbeat. I was able to utter these few words...Medicine Cabinet...Baby Aspirin...One. I can hear him cursing as he fumbles with an apparently new box and foil seal; (in any other circumstance it would have been funny) G returns quickly to my side and places one orange flavored baby aspirin in my mouth, as I chew and wait for the magic that will take away the pain; only then did I realize it had already occurred right before my eyes.

A Wing And A Prayer

My house mate and I got the boot at the same time
He sold his and I sold mine
My sibling reneged on our deal
Got a six by twelve U-haul at a steal
Packed what little was left in tubs and crates
Left room in the rig if no Motel eight
Headed west on a wing and a prayer
Out of hells gates and into the lions' lair
Jobless and homeless while on the road
It took weeks to find a temporary abode
I now have a roof over my head
For how long that cannot be said
Only unpacking what I need
It's amazing what little one can survive on indeed
When I find a more permanent home
There will be more unpacking for you to own