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(A repost from 2019)
My favorite aunt is dying.. cancer, quiet and consuming as a flame..
Seven short weeks ago she was easily doing an hour of step aerobics, unaware of this intruder, this murderer within. Now she's lifted from bed like a rag doll.
She is my mom, well, a near twin—only smaller, funnier, serpent sly, more heavenly childish, sapient with sweet attractive grace and modest pride.
I am in total awe of her. We're kindred spirits, two sillies among the dull and endlessly serious.
I feel her, see her, day by day, slipping away like the hastening angel of heaven foretold.
This is too big for me, too awful and too close.
I am struck helpless, nothing moves, I sit, hardly feeling, and watch her sleep. Death's cruel process suddenly made visible.
I silently rage at the loss of it—my loudest vehemence pointed to this ravenous, lurking enemy pursuing her inwardly like a swarm of deadly hornets accidentally composed.
40 and still stunningly beautiful, she lies surrounded by computers, iPads, phones, faxes, intercoms, notepads, friends and care-givers. Her life reduced to escaping pain and making arrangements for her soon to be orphaned children 4 and 6.
Fentanyl and other pain blockers are her nourishment and seem to work better in the daylight as lawyers garner powers of attorney, bankers conjure trusts and estate planners build foundations to protect small children from a mothers loss.
As if they could replace a single hug
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Songs for this (gospel):
Order My Steps by The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir
Angel by Sarah McLachlan
Jesus Loves Me by Whitney Houston
I Thought This Was So Cute And Just Wanted To Share It.
Jesus and Satan were having an ongoing argument about who was better on his computer. They had been going at it for days and God was tired of hearing all the bickering. Finally God said, "Cool it! I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours and I will judge who does the better job.
So Jesus and Satan sat down at their keyboards and typed away.
They moused. They did spread sheets. They did reports and graphs, sent faxes and emails and emails with attachments. They downloaded and did genealogy
reports and made cards. They did every job known to man but ten minutes before time was up lightening flashed across the sky and thunder rolled. The rain poured and of course the electricity went off.
Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the underworld.
Jesus just sighed and sat back.
The electricity finally flickered back on and they restarted their computers.
Satan started searching frantically screaming ,"It's Gone! It's All Gone!"
"I Lost Everything When The Power Went Out!"
Meanwhile Jesus started printing out all His files from the past two hours.
Satan observed this and became irate.
He screamed, "Wait! He Cheated! How Did He Do That!?"
God smiled and shrugged and said, "Jesus Saves."
Form:
Words are slowly entered into computer word processors
Words are slowly photocopied into ebooks as are magazines, newspapers
Disappearing into text messages, faxes, emails _
Soon every one will have to use an electronic device to reach words...
What if?___Satellites start to fall from the sky...
What if?___The satellites images fail; no longer reach earth?
What if?___Total black out from the satellites?
Will people be able to communicate with each other..
Or won't they have a clue as how to speak to their fellowman?
Just some really weird random thoughts that has been bouncing in my head__
Ring..Ring.....the phone just rang and rang.
When She answered it, she said she was surprised.
All we heard was yeah, yeah she said it at
least ten times, happy and exited. She ended the
call with a thank you, thank you:
and God bless you.When she turned to us we actually had
no idea what was going on.. She asked us what did we klnow
about real singing? Grister said" ya'll know
I can sang!" Whats going on Baby: tell us what is going on!
Well you all know my freind, the one who is a producer
for the theater shows and Acts? Yeah we heard about him,
what he want now? The last time he called Dimple and and Fritz got-tah fightin.
Wel anyway they need some acts and he thought of us.
Said he got a band and need us to develop a new style
based on our knowledge of some words. Said he got some smartazzes and need to trick them into learning some terms and phrases so they can impress people
instead of turning them off. We got the Gig with a contract and some real money
but he said we need to learn to talk so we can impress people
and not be cool and cool like tryna make friends when we
need to be allusive and and superstars celebrates.
Get the Faxes Choden, Get the Faxes. Okay Baby, here they go.
What does it say, Reading the paper and smiling hard enough to be heard.
These are the words you need to introduce your selves as.
The contracts are being faxed in one hour. Sign them A>S>A>P.
and fax them back. I will fax a copy of the check, and
send the via Euro
-Global Cash. Talk to you later.
Your Sincerely Chincey!
Use Vicks vapor rub at all times
when reading to sing and perform.
Here are the words and Voice types
assigned to each of you.singing voice types
are classified into major categories from high to low:
soprano, mezzo-soprano, and contralto for women,
and tenor, baritone, and bass for men.
A singer's voice type is defined by vocal range,
tessitura (comfortable singing zone), timbre
(vocal color), vocal weight, and transition points.
Can’t keep my mind steady
Paranoid about where I’m headed
Asking me why I changed
I tried not to
But at the time
It seemed inevitable
Leaving spectators to judge my heart
Tell me was it credible
Rumors become curtesy of lynching’s
Secular thoughts
trapped in traditional dimensions
Trying to make it to a new year
Upon completion of duel semesters
But I can’t with draw from beefing
With these crooked city officials
Going through what I’m going through
I look to the future
And wonder how I’ll make it financially
My conscience is ignoring the thought
Leaving the reality of the subject
To answer me
I’m paying my taxes
Yet still in courtrooms
I’m awaiting legal faxes
Brutalized and feeling less than human
Thinking to myself, “I’ll stack my riches”
And in twenty years you’ll see a new man
Sleeping with a pistol
Awaking by every wind that whistles
it's become less considerable
to maintain a comfort at ease
Contemplating going to war against individuals
I know I can’t beat
But my refusal to allow them
To bring me to my knees
Has brought warmth to my shoulders and sleeves
Caught up in traffic can I escape detainment
It appears that I missed a court arraignment
Maybe it’s my suffering that you call entertainment
Got a phone call from a love
In Wisconsin, running in the snow
Said she was wondering how I was
Wishing me a happy new years
And wondering how things were going
In the open Monroe
She giggled and told me
She was reminiscing of us cuddled up
Snacking on cheese curdles
She laughed and said I miss you
I laughed and said
I see you still smile like an untouched pearl
Jesus and Satan were having an ongoing argument about who was better on his computer. They had been going at it for days and God was tired of all the bickering. Finally God said , "Cool It. I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours and I will judge who does the best job.
So Jesus and Satan sat down at the key boards and typed away.
They sent faxes, e-mail and e-mail with attachments. They downloaded and did some genealogy reports. They made cards and did every known job that can be done on computer.
Then 10 minutes before their time was up lightning flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, the rain poured and the electricity went off.
Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the underworld. Jesus just sighed and sat back and waited.
The electricity finally flickered back on and they each restarted their computers.
Satan searched frantically screaming, "It's Gone! It's Gone! It's All Gone! I Lost Everything When The Power Went Off!"
Meanwhile Jesus quietly started printing out all of His files from his work on His computer.
Satan screamed," He Cheated! How Did He Keep From Losing All His Work Too!?"
God Smiled and said, "Easy. Jesus Saves."
Form:
I'm going on a 15
she muttered
as the phones were ringing
and clients lined in a queue were singing
out to be seen
sooner than later
non stop action has this place on the run
faxes flying in
somebody walking in tippled on gin
o good heavens
what a state we're in
we never rest here
always something going on
somebody crying out for methadone
and look here
I've just ripped out my headgear
cannot answer the phone
not easy being just another drone...
I'm going on a 15
her voice crackled as she spoke
and still the place fills up by all sorts of folk
I think
hope the 15 is enough
come back better
come back tough.
COUNTERINTUITIVE
One would think that news was real
At least it was, mostly, as in the past
Yet with A.I images on social media
And even a misquoted encyclopedia
The scale of deception is quite vast
With emoticons about how you feel
We believe what we want to believe
And welcoming an influencer’s role
Afraid that intuition has had its day
Who knows, or even cares, anyway
More sales or votes is now the goal
Now just shut the door as you leave
The disappearance of common sense
Did it not surrender or pay its taxes
It is a complicated world, of course
But who now ever checks the source
Today, no-one can remember faxes
Just a meme, intended for the dense
I have heard all your excuses
I have listened to all your pleas
It is time to pay the pipers
With the sweet tears of your misery
Ahh the suffering
You have to surrender all your taxes
Now it is time for me
They always say the only thing IN life
That is inevitable, is death and taxes
And you have paid your fees
So hold still my friend, please
As this sliver slices so clean
I’ll collect your words
Your memories
Your soul
All your sins
To add to my collection
Tokens for the many apocalypses
While the ancient moon eclipses
As minds of man flee, as the doors
Of this damned nation swing free
To let the doom light shine across this land
Of madness and mystery
You are the key, don’t you see
To all the delicious misery
Someone once said, “The only assurances in life are death and taxes!”
I’ll let you read the fine print, I’ll send the faxes
All there is; is death and taxes!
Let me grind my sliver axes
Watch the blade gleam in the slow moonlight
I like the way it sparkles in your fearful eyes
You have paid your dews,
Now I’ll have to collect my fees
Now your pound of flesh for his glory,
This is only part of my story
Fury for the masses…
Ahh yes my wages are dark
And your taxes are spent
Time to take a ride with me
As we watch as eternity passes!
Someone once said
“The only assurances in life is death and taxes!”
I’ll let you read the fine print, I’ll send the faxes
All there is; is death and taxes!
Watch me grind my sliver axes
Watch the blade gleam in the slow moonlight
I like the way it sparkles in your hooded eyes
You have paid your dews, your pound of flesh for glory,
Fury for the masses…
You have been taxed & now all you have is me
Here too reap my rewards
As your vain opens, crimson flows like wine at the Eucharist
Unholy is my communion, your blood is my life!
As I watch your eyes go relax
All you have now is me at last
What a trip, as I wander to the holly-caust
The people I meet, the things they say, and do! Oh, My!
What a wonderful thing his Creation is…
This life you mortals live
As I have mentioned before
I’m the one assurance that some say is inevitable
As death and taxes, and your taxes have been paid.