Dear Paris, you played me hard;
I thought love was holding all the cards
but that was just the first hand;
Bumped into him sitting in a cafe
we talked as the time slipped away
splitting a perfect chocolate eclair;
Enjoyed a picnic in the French countryside
as beautiful as you described
framed in a strawberry lemonade sunset;
It felt like the script of a romantic movie
He told me how he felt wholeheartedly;
A true gentleman he gave me a rose;
Believing all of his talk of true love
I smiled and I ate it all up
hoodwinked by the screenplay’s magic ;
Dear Paris why that filthy plot twist?
He was nothing but counterfeit
and faded to a nameless character;
The vision that you painted
left me unbelievably tainted;
My eyes burned by your image of France.
I wanted this mom but she does not want me.
She might change her mind, so I wait.
In limbo.
For her decision.
She is holding all the cards.
She has been wavering for weeks.
I do want her, do not want her.
I sit patiently, unconcerned.
Knowing the angels will come get me either way.
Sooner or later. This is what always happens.
Hey, mom, I say to her. I want you.
In a few weeks the angels come and get me.
Bringing me back to wait for a different mother.
I do not take it personally.
It was her loss, not mine.
Life is not a game
Friendships aren’t a game
Love is not a game
When did it become,
That intimate living turns into a game?
Winning and losing
Jealousy and competition
Conversations in circles
No responsibility taken
Cruel manipulation
How did it become a game?
A game that hurts
Confusing the mind
Breaking the heart
Destroying trust
Playing with lives
Playing with minds
Playing with no true empathy
Holding all the cards
Trying to control everything
Eventually, those who play, lose
The very game they created
Heidi Sands
12/29/18
Hello,
hold the phone
My girl Friday is here,
and the eagle has flown
Got an increase in my cash flow;
now I can do some things,
the weekend's here, lots of places to go
First I got to swing by my buddy's house,
find out what's coming in, what's going out
I'm holding all the cards,
got my hand on the kitty
Time to get hustling,
time to get real go gitty
Before the next move, gotta take a quick time out
and enjoy the sound
Cha-ching,
that's the sound that your pockets sing,
Cha-ching,
it's the sound of a cash register ring
Cha-ching,
I'm tapping on the glass ceiling with my bling-bling
I get to briefly see what the other side of life is like,
got me another chance to drop the mike
But I gotta move fast,
make the money last as long as I can
A poor man doesn't get to live the rich life often
Cha-ching,
oh yeah, look at what a little prosperity can bring
Cha-ching,
makes you wanna buy the big meal, and eat the whole thing
Cha-ching,
I love scratching the surface of the glass ceiling
with my newly bought diamond ring