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Romans 13:8 “…Pay your debts as they come due. However, one debt you can never finish paying is the debt of love that you owe each other.
the mailbox, stuffed~
mortgage payments, car loans
with balances and deadlines
marked in red.
water, gas, and electric bills~
the hungry phantoms of
creature comforts
coldly due.
we chase the spectral zero balance,
dream of that stamped envelope
with the sweet release of
paid in full.
but the other statement
never arrives~
no perforated tear line,
no due date circled in red.
it’s a debt, unlisted, un-itemized,
it haunts no credit score,
demands no late fees~
a debt we’ll always carry.
this bill arrives not monthly
but daily~in every heartbeat,
every hunch that kindness calls
beyond oneself.
this debt, this sweet, persistent owing
is paid in tears dried on a loving sleeve,
with burdens carried, with forgiveness offered,
and in whispered reassurances.
this debt’s non-ending, compounds with kindness~
the interest paid daily—not in coin
but in soulful connection
and ego transcendence.
I AM AMERICAN I WILL NEVER FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS COMMITING SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME RECIEVING ANNUITY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF IN MICHIGAN SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD ACTUALLY RECIEVING DISABILTY PAYMENTS O. MY BEHALF WITH PETER GARGANO HIS DETROIT HIT MEN INSURANCE FRAUD ALLSTATE AND FORD MOTOR COMPANY ON BEHALF OF MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AIRBAG BOMB DETECTIVE PARTS THE GARGANO CRIMINAL GROUP GATHERED IMPOSTERS JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS CATRINA BELL MIKISSICK CONVICTED VIOLENT OFFENDERS HACKING INTO MY LIFE A SEVERE DATA BREACH BULLYING ME WITH INTIMADATION IMPOSTERS BECAUSE I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI TAKING DOWN CATRINA BELL MIKISSICK HER CORRUPT FAMILY OF JUNK SICK OFFICERS SEVERE ABUSE OF POWER WEARING BADGES COMMITING IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME SADLY I HAVE SUFFERED FOR YEARS IN CONSTANT CONSTANT CONTACT WITH THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION PLEADING FOR THE IDENTITY FRAUD TO STOP CORRUPTION AT IT'S ABSOLUTE FINEST BULLYING A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURED DISABLED AMERICAN IT IS HORRIFIC HORRIFYING MY DEATH IS BEING PLOTTED IN ORDER TO COVER UP THESE DOMESTIC TERRORISTS WITH BADGES JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS FROM TAMPA SEVERE DATA BREACH ON MY MEDICAL HEALTHCARE BANK FRAUD MAKICE INSURANCE FRAUD THIS VICIOUS DOMESTIC TERRORISTS IS INDEED A VERY DANGEROUS VIOLENT OFFENDER HABITUAL IDENTITY FRAUD IN AMERICA WHILE MY DISABLED SPOUSE AND I ENDURE HORRID THREATS EVERYTIME WE ATTEND DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS FORD TRUCKS TRY AND RUN US OFF THE ROAD BECAUSE THE DETROIT MAFIA CONTROLS THIS CRIMINAL GROUP IDENTITY FRAUD EXTREME TERROR BULLIES ATTACKING DISABLED VETERANS DISABLED FAMILIES IN ORDER TO FUND ELDERLY MOBSTERS GAMBINO BONNANO COLOMBO LUCHESE FIVE FAMILY BULLIES NO LONGER WHACKING BOSSES IN SPARKS STEAK HOUSE THE SCORE IS NOW DISABLED AMERICANS DISABLED VETERANS BEING BULLIED BY THE AMERICAN MOB CENTRAL STATION DEARBORN MICHIGAN FORD LINCOLN REALIZING THE MAFIA IS ALIVE STRONGER THAN EVER CONTROLLING ABUSE OF POWER HEALTHCARE FRAUD INSURANCE FRAUD BANK FRAUD MAIL FRAID DISABILTY FRAUD ATTACKING ME FOR BEING A CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCE FBI INFORMANT WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS BULLIES
OBSESSIVE FUNK TALK
OBSESSIVE FUNK TALK WITH HYPNOTIC WORD SPEAK/ FIRMLY STRUCTURED SONGWRITING WITH A DREAM POP BEAT/ OK STEP IN MY BROTHER WITH YOUR DIGITAL THUMP/ YOU CREATED A EMOTIONAL WORD HIP MARATHON WITH THE DEEPEST AND DARKEST SPARKS OF BUMPTY BUMP DE BUMP/ YO DOG …. YA THINK YOU TUFF?…./ JUST TRY HANGIN’ FOR A MINUTE WHILE SMOKIN’ THAT HEAVY RIGHTEOUS STUFF/ YOU TRIED KNOCKIN’ THAT C&C WHEN YOUR MAMA CALLED YOUR BLUFF/ SO YOU GOT YOUR DIGIT’S AND RING UP GEORGE CLINTON AND ASKED WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT/ HE SAID GET ON THE MOTHERSHIP BRO AND DIG ANOTHER PUFF/MAN YOU BE FADEIN’ ALL DAY ON THAT LOW DOWN HUNDRED PROF/SO YOU GET HIGH AND FUZZY AND WRITE SOME CRAZY NIGHTMARISH OUTLANDISH STUFF THAT SENDS THROUGH THE ROOF/ YOUR MIND IS A JUKEBOX TO THE ANTHEMS THAT YOU DREAM/ YOUR DIPLOMA IS YOUR MACHINE CONTENTIOUS YOU LEARNED IN THE STREETS/ YOU BE SPITIN WORDS THAT ARE QUOTABLE AND CRITICAL OF THE POWER ELITE/POLICE BRUTALITY AND RACIAL INJUSTICE/ YO, WHILE WHITE AMERICA SITS BY DAY AFTER DAY IN RETREAT/OUTTA OAKTOWN CAME THE BLACK PANTHERS, TOWER OF POWER 415 AND RICHIE RICH/ NO SOCIAL MEDIA TO BLOW THE MAD OAKTOWN SCENE?/ OAKLAND RAIDERS WERE KING OF THE GRID/ AND CHARLEY O AND HIS A’s/ ENUFF SAID/ THOSE WERE THE DAYS OF A BURNER IN EVERY POCKET/ AND A CHIP AS A THROW AWAY? AND A CLICK CLACK TO KEEP THE DEMOB AWAY/THE TRAGEDY IN THE STREETS?/ THE MURDERS ON THE BEAT/ OUTTA OAKTOWN WAS SCREAM-IN FOR HELP BUT THE POLITICIANS WERE IN RETREAT AND LOOKIN FOR HELP IN A NO OTHER WAY/ BACKDOOR PAYMENTS WERE THERE TO STAY/KDIA ON THE AIRWAVES AND ESTHER’S ORBIT ROOM/ BOB GEDDINS BIG TOWN RECORDING STUDIO WERE ROLLIN’ DEEP IN THE CITY OF DOPE/CRACK WAS KILLIN’ BABY’S MAMA’S AND THERE DADDY’S WERE ON THE RUN/ THE CRACK EPIDEMIC IN OAKTOWN WAS A KILLIN’ ALL/ AND LEAVING NONE/ NO YOUTUBE, SPOTTILY OR FACEBOOK TO DENT OAKTOWNS PRIDE/ STREET CORNER SINGING GAVE WAY RAP AND HIP HOP AS THE BULLETS WERE A FLYIN IN THE AIR/ RAPPIN AND DOININ HIP HOP WOULD LET THE YOUTH OF THE DAY VENT THEIR FRUSTRATIONS AS OAKTOWN BURNED AWAY/ E-40,THE JACKA,SHOCK G, TOO SHORT MAC DAE JUST TO HIP YA TO A FEW/DID THE DOPEST THING/ BY BLOWIN’ OUR MINDS TO A NEW OAKTOWN SOUND/
I made a decision tonight
- to step out
and quit my job
A job that I have for 20 years
A job that I love
I don't know what I am going to do
But I know whatever it is
He has me there
I don't know whether it is a step of faith
But I am scared sless
I don't know how I am going to make my mortgage payments
I don't know where the money is going to come from
I don't know how I am going to live
But I know He has me there
A friend was telling me a story about her stepping out
She said "if you don't do what He wants
when He wants you to step out
You are going to lose everything"
Yeah that does make sense
Because He rules
So I am scared
Yet I want to obey
Yet I don't want to lose everything
So yeah a rock and a hard place
So yeah God hear me
This thing is on You
If I suffer, if I am less that I was
If anything
I am going to get You
So hear me God?
I am gonna do this just for You
Where?
I don't know where
What?
I don't know what
With whom?
Ahh never mind
I just do whatever it comes to my mind
So if it's yours, great
If it's not, too bad
'cause I know not
You know this thing is coming, don't you?
You've been leading me through it
I have some inklings
That I am going to walk by faith
- one of these days
Well, that day is here
Hope You are happy
'cause I am not!
Am I?
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siting here on my last day off
reconnecting with you
all grown up from the cookie shake loving grown kid you first met
funny how we still click
funny how we still forget about time
funny how change and distance inspires many facets
though life dealt us some heavy tests and challenges, we still find that pathway to our laughter and our smiles
i am still wanting you
you are still wanting me
yet and still we know....that one moment so wished for will never ever be
still we sit here....me washing clothes and making payments
you with your best girlfriend enjoying your brunch cocktails (without the brunch)
still putting the world on the backburner
taking advantage of each other's availability
though tomorrow it is back to normal, we take in of each other all we can
it is as though we can sense each other's sadness still
as we start to say our goodbyes, the familiar face of hesitation keeps us bringing up stuff
we won't know when we will connect again, but right here right now....feels so refreshing
goodbye....until the next connection....
It’s time to clock in and start up the vacuum.
This cash collector has walked into the room.
Dropping the balances like bombs from a B52.
Improving aged receivables and contacts too.
Repairing rifts with customers withholding payment.
Making sure they get crucial emails they’ve been sent.
Adjusting the language in each reminder notification.
To engage the recipient so they read the information.
Executing tactfully crafted responses once engaged.
Bravely settling disputes for the customers enraged.
Looking out for both parties’ mutual best interests.
Skillfully redirecting them to invoices they missed.
Analyzing A/R reports to find a pattern and trend.
To see which difficult clients I was able to bend.
Reflecting on which techniques failed and won.
To learn what helped or hurt to get the job done.
Invoices aged over a year are considered as unwinnable.
But on my posted spreadsheets, those payments are full.
These methods collected a million in every month of 2021.
By bonding with the AP reps to make their day more fun.
When I need to get serious, analyze the terms of a contract.
It’s crucial in disputes to determine the prudent way to act.
Using these skills helped me boost the rate of customer retention.
Crafted email templates informing clients of info needed to mention.
We’ve seen a bull in a china shop do more harm than good.
My approach is to be agile as rubber, not breakable like wood.
Building rapport with the sales team to keep them in the know.
Broke wide open the dams for the awaited revenue to flow.
Cut from the same cloth, certainly didn't apply
I'd lived twenty places, was born to improvise
You had one home, parents, sister, two nephews
Persistance forced my flighty spirit to accept you
Invited to hang with your family on usual basis
Questions about my background always evaded
Overheard your Dad say after a dinner one eve
" Son, truly.... Get a nice girl, not so zany - leave"
As would most men aged 24, in new relationship
With age 19, you paid no heed, an excuse to slip
Finally away from the family home, we moved
Interstate, far from scrutiny, habits disapproved
A year passed, dreams and dramas wrestled
Competed for front row view of young love nestled
Between marital bliss, mortgage payments, careers
Told folks we relied on your income, truth more severe
Four nights a week exotic dancer took a heavy toll
Your folks hassled you, different girl a better goal
" See how good Mum's been to me," he implored
Soon after discovered my job, they took no more!
Arrived on next flight - your Dad stupidly locked me out
Enraged, I pay most the mortgage, he couldn't discount
Hours later, he emerged scowling, dragged you elsewhere
I struggled to digest your choice, sudden diminished care
Rough days passed, your invasive Dad in your ear
You came to see me despite his advice not to come near
Announced you'd decided to return, to sponsorship offered
Engineering degree, future safe, my funds they scoffed at
Twenty years onward, confounded by that night's velocity
Dangled disheartening aspect, our perfectly drawn ferocity
Sobbing estatic cries mingled greasily, future severed us
Relishing your resurrection, impossible stood impervious
Worshipping each crest and crevice, tears wiped, wet again
Pleasure mounted meal of now, rubbed sliced, salted in pain
Wounds of what was coming consumed core and limbs
Sunset and sunrise conjoined, ongoing herald of eroticism
Pyramid People
Tap the mic...Clearing throat...
Hello Ladies and Gentlemen
Thanks for coming
My name is...And this is my story...
Attention pretending to be paid
bottled water drank
bathroom break
My name is...And this is my system...
Notes never written
shhh quiet just listen
final phase
My name is...And it's all yours for just...
In three easy payments
product then sent
no money made
...Outrage...
bmdavey@
02/16/16
Your love is like a whirlwind – empty in the center and just as shortly lived
You tried to seduce me with your horn -but I was never a fan of bad jazz
Impress me with your fancy sports car- but you can’t afford the payments
Spend money like you’re generous - but you don’t repay your debts
You pretend you care about foster kids- but I know to you they have a price
You claim to be a painter- but your paintings have never been seen
You’re a retired martial artist –who seems to have misplaced his belt
You profess to know how others should live-but you seldom leave your kingdom
You’re like those unread books on your finely manicured bookcase
Just for show
And just like the books
The dust always settles when you sit too long
Why did it take so long for me to see that you weren’t who you claimed to be?
In a well-groomed house-my mortgage overdue
With expensive art hung -there was no artist in me
Where shopping for clothes and shoes I tried to fill the hole
Lending money in exchange for love as if I had the tree
Passing judgment over him without ever looking at me
Why did it take so long for me to see?
I was not who I claimed to be
Like those unread books on my finely manicured bookcase
Just for show
And just like the books
The dust always settles when I sit too long
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