Welcome to the greatest lie,
an illusion of freedom already lost.
A debt beyond the day you die,
life comes at an insurmountable cost.
You rent a home even when a deed is shown,
Don’t dare miss the amount you must pay.
The government charges you for what you own,
and they’re more than happy to take it all away.
If you want to have an RV or even drive a car,
You must pay year after year for that right.
Refuse to give in and you won’t get far,
a lawn ornament is the reward for your spite.
Feeling a bit sick and need some medical aid,
time to flush out the bank account once again.
Sure, you have insurance coverage in which you paid,
The added fees and copay are a battle you cannot win.
Can you refuse any of these or get around the fee?
Can you stand up and say you won’t pay?
Homeless or in jail is where you’ll ultimately be.
Courtesy of the freedom in the U.S. of A.
Here’s to my father,
All that I shall be,
The only one who’d ever bother,
To make my dreams a reality.
With the love that you share,
And the courage that you show,
With the knowledge that you care,
And to all answers, you seem to know.
With you here for me,
Guiding me straight and true,
Helping me become what I want to be,
To my father, I thank you.
Happy Fathers Day!
Deep under the covers of an early morn,
Slumbers the saddest figure ever known,
Tangled in sheets, stale food, and ripped up porn,
Signs of a boredom clearly shown.
This figure has a pathetic look,
Built up from weeks of nothing to do,
Too lazy to even pick up a book,
So he keeps tripping on it as he passes through.
But back at the bed where he lays,
Half-naked and smelling like week-old socks,
This is an improvement of his recent days,
For he usually smells like rum and sweaty jocks.
Something far away causes him to stir,
An echoing ring of a distant phone,
With a glimmer of hope he wipes away the blur,
And picks up the receiver, just to hear dial-tone.
Frustrated that nobody ever calls,
He slowly climbs out of his messy bed,
But he trips over a book and steps on some tennis balls,
Crashing down and bumping his aching head.
Realizing that he’s kissing the floor,
He drags his sore body to his feet,
Slowly, he limps over to the bathroom door,
With a look on his face of utter defeat.
While in the shower, twice he hears,
What sounds like the phone in the next room,
Tripping over the book each time, he’s almost in tears,
As he realizes that it’s the television in the living room.
After twenty minutes of water but no soap,
He lazily dries off with a wash rag,
His face still filthy, how can he cope?
The answer lies with a forty in a paper bag.
Even with the T.V. on, he’s always watching the phone,
Hoping for someone to call him with a job,
But as the commercials blare, rant, and moan,
All he can think is “Who would hire a slob”?
Droning on like this, never changing a thing,
A vicious cycle day after day,
But he always remembers why the phone doesn’t ring,
For he never put in any applications anyway.
Black and White answers for such heavily colored issues rarely make for valid solutions.
A piece of my soul,
a hollowed out hole,
a terrible tole,
trapped in the dark.
An endless nightmare,
nobody seems to care,
thick is the air,
Trapped in the dark.
Body screams in pain,
Nothing there to gain,
Hope dies in vain,
Trapped in the dark.
Mind full of lies,
Black as the skies,
open up my eyes,
Never in the dark.
My days haven’t been spent in the best of manner,
and I’ve mastered the art of a procrastinating planner.
Troubled and in doubt, I hesitate to go forth,
it’s like having a compass that never points north.
I’ve waited so long, my paths are overrun,
people aren’t even aware of the things I’ve done.
I’ve reached a point of comfort for when I fall,
and never has my hope felt so incredibly small.
This isn’t the end for me by any means,
my movie has barely begun its best scenes.
For me to move forward and get beyond myself,
I need to take this darkness off the shelf.
I will no longer keep fear, doubt, and dismay,
It’s out of mind, and it’s been thrown away.
I’m rising through this storm of sadness and tear,
I know that somehow I will find the clear.
My journey cannot continue without a heartfelt plea,
To move on, I first must ask you to forgive me.
Have faith, whether it be a higher power or another person, for it brings a foundation of confidence you can share with the world.
Morning Warning has been a great short story, complete with strong characters, smooth storytelling, and a twist you won’t see coming. The one thing that has hurt it was the cover art, from a marketing stand point. I wanted it to reflect the main character, which is an 11 year old boy, but it just didn’t sell it. Now, that’s about to change. Here it is, the new cover for Morning Warning!
Dry your tears little one,
for it’s a brand new day.
You may have never before had fun,
We will teach you how to play.
rest your heart little soul,
we will protect you starting today.
Life before has taken a terrible tole,
but never again will we let it stray.
Calm your fears my dear child,
for there is no reason to dismay.
Taken from the darkness and defiled,
taken from those of abusive display.
Feel the love in your brave little heart,
hear these words I have to say.
Never again will the darkness start,
You’re with us now for each and every day.
God bless all those dear children stuck in horrible situations. May your Angels find you in the darkness and lead you to the light.