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.

Fret not of the past or the future
All of which is uncontrollable
Otherwise the future is blind

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.

Third Time Around

Unemployed for the third time
Not collectin' a dime
This ain't a charm
It's causin' harm
And rockin' the boat
Treddin' water to stay afloat
Six years into a ten year note
This is no joke
Fallin' further behind
Only temporarily blind
Little is left to call our own
On a waiting list for a home

Disbelief

Zippered and Crack!
Now she's outta whack
That doctor was not a nice man
As she rose attempting to stand
Along came her friend
Telling her grass will bend
As the blinders came off
What was said was not soft
He thinks you are only here for the drugs
All I could do was shrug
He doesn't know me at all
This is not the valley of the dolls
Oh golly gee
That was a very expensive P

Old Souls

No one thought much
of that first touch
The warmth of the hand
we understand
When old souls greet
and the eyes meet
we understand
That there is no end
the eyes recognize
We are the prize

Sore Feet

Today is your birthday and you are eighty-three
You've done so much for my siblings and me
Working so hard to make ends meet
Coming home with sore feet
We were so young
Not knowing what was done
Only to complain
Unaware of the strain
We were in a zone
Now we are grown
Understanding of your sacrifice
It's our turn to roll the dice
And when they fall
We will stand tall
You brought us up right
Because we are still in the fight

The Cost For Freedom

On this path less beat, of the booth with a reserved seat
Anticipation of the coins drop, there in that shop
Time to reflect, details and calls of collect
No luck in finding, only that which is binding
At times I thought I had, only to find it Dressed in blue and red
With reflections of metal in the glass, I hear as it passed
Boot heels come smartly with a Whap!, aided by the metal strap
Along with the Snap! of a salute, must be fresh out of boot
Tribute fire in the background, yet another is homeward bound
To a booth wrapped in web, by the same Blue and Red
Within that tangled web of weave, presented to families
Empty words that seem sincere, that fell on deaf ears
Sorry for your loss, placement of the cross
To be by a shade tree, now the spirit is free

I found this to be true, standing here black and blue
It is something I must do, under this sky of the red, white and blue
Is it the powers that be, that set my spirit free
Or is it me, with the aide of the USMC

To the Mothers that raised us strong and true, this is composed for you

The Taxman

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
another time
another place
I am an old soul
with many past lives
Yet only a few
in this old souls current life
that truly gets me
The eyes recognize

New Beginings

Now it approaching a new year bringing forth daily surprises in whatever shape and form. They say "Live life to the fullest", I say "That's for the rich". I can only afford to just live; one day at a time.
I'm setting the pace
It works for me in this time and at this place
with old souls like me.

House of Cards

Time sure does fly; not all of it is fun and games. Remember fun? those were the days.
Only now is it complicated and stress-filled. Life is what you make it; not always true.
Cards are delt and made to be played. Hold, fold or draw; these cards that are delt
are yearning to be played out. Only it takes more than one to play this game...of Life.

There is life; then there is living. I choose the latter; fore I have played the game in my past lives and have been forced into folding those cards that were delt. The choice was made by others for the greater good of and for me; but how could this be? they don't even know me.

I am only at the surface of discovering the spirit within me.

The Meter

Inspired to write
On this stormy nite
As the lites flicker
How's that ticker?
Check and balance
For the allowance
Of that meter
Does it come with a heater?

Being There

Lost in space Time
Flies
Whatever IT is
I'm there
Pain and suffering
Daily
Don't forget your meds
Baby
Comforting feeling
I am not alone on this journey

Mother

Truth laced with deception
leaves an impression
Not of the entire story
telling only of the glory
To the loved ones left behind
in between those lines
Of a heart that bleeds
what it desperately needs
Deep within the trenches
hunkered down one flenches
A body lay twisted and broken
by that which is unspoken
Shrapnel all around
dig deeper underground
For that which is in the mix
while protecting one six
When filling in the blanks
watch those flanks
Honor the code that was spoken
never to be broken

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