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Open Call

Business is booming and there's no end in sight, Death came to a huge 
decision tonight.

He called in his partners Pain and Sorrow and said "we're holding auditions 
tomorrow."

"Auditions, Pain asked, what are you looking for?" For a third partner and he 
reached for the door.

The very next morning hanging there on the wall, was a huge flyer 
reading "DEATH'S OPEN CALL"

Come one come all but you better give your best audition, because we only need 
to fill one position.

As the day moved along Sorrow watched in disbelief, next in the line was his old 
buddy Grief.

Grief walked in and handed them his lengthy resume', thank you for coming 
friend you'll know by the end of the day!

The auditions had been going on steady for hours, the decision would be tough, 
they all had great powers.

Next in line would be Misery and he gave them his best, "Thank you for coming, 
wait outside with the rest".

Death having some free time sat in on the last few, after over 1000 auditions it 
was now time to choose.

Death left the decision up to Pain and Sorrow; they would just fill him in by 
tomorrow.

All that he asked was they used their best discretion, when suddenly in walked 
the vixen Depression.

With eyes dark as night dressed all in black, she walked to the stage and the pair 
just sat back.

She said, "Am I too late for this open call? I just happened to notice the flyer on 
the wall." 

We'll give you a shot now show us what you can do; this is only because we've 
both heard of you.

They told her to give it her best shot and that's just what she did, for her first 
victim a sweet little kid.

His name was Billy he was only 13, she found him alone sitting out on a swing.

You see he had just lost his parents in a huge fire; to be with them again was his 
only desire.

She climbed in his head and she did her thing, Billy took his life right there on the 
swing.

"WOW" they exclaimed lady you are good, come with us now to see the "man with 
the hood".

A new chapter has started with Death’s open call and it all started will a flyer on 
the wall.

No longer a trio, now a quartet, a new force to be reckoned with this you can bet!

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The Funeral of Their Father

We all sit quietly as more and more sorrow fills the air

 So many people here but I barely notice that they’re there

I hold on tight to all three of you as people come and go

But what we are all feeling the world will never know

As I hold you close your tears fall like a heavy summer shower

If I could take your pain away I would I just don’t have that power

I’m so sorry for your loss and I just don’t know what to say

These are the phrases that we all have heard since that fateful day

You chose to leave your children and not be there for them at all

Now I must be strong for them and always catch them when they fall

The pews are filled with family, friends and some I never got to know

Sadly I wish this were over and the time would come for them to go

The pastor speaks to all of us and tells us you are in a better place now

We have almost made it through today even though I’m not sure how

Everyone has said their speeches and the music has started playing

People stop and talk to us but I can’t understand what they are saying

The time has come to take you boys up to say your final goodbyes

I hold your hands and pull you close and wipe the tears from your eyes

Matthew reaches out and says “I love you dad goodbye for now”

Tommy holds me close and says “I can’t do it I don’t know how”

Little Johnny clings to me and says “mommy please don’t make me”

I turn and walk back to our seats and cover his eyes so he can’t see

Making it through this day has taken every ounce of strength that I had

Watching my boys spend most of the day saying goodbye to their dad

There are still so many people here I just wish that they would leave

When their gone and we’re alone then my children and I can grieve

I’m sure they have many questions they will want to ask me 

I’ll try to answer all of them but we’ll just have to wait and see

All I know is it’s time to go and take care of my own

Please for now just honor us and let us be alone.

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Thomas

My middle son he is the one that tears my heart in two

I ask myself everyday “Am I good enough for you?”

He wants more than I can give and just doesn’t seem to see

I give him all he asks for, what does he want from me?

I try to reach out to him, but nothing ever seems to work

Just yesterday at the dinner table, he called me a stupid jerk

I love him with all I have inside my aching heart

But the hate in his eyes for me just tears my soul apart

He blames me for his father’s passing he’s said it more than twice

When I try to comfort him his heart it turns to ice

What can I do to change the way he feels about me?

If he would only let me in I know I could make him see

That I am not the villain here all I want is his happiness

But every time I try to reach him things end up a mess

Thomas is my middle son I love him with all my heart 

The hate he has inside for me I hope someday will part. 

One day I hope we’ll be closer like a true mother and her son

Then at last the battle will end and both of us will have won!

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Such a Short Time

In such a short time you gave us so
much,from a warm loving smile to your
sweet gentle touch. You gave from your
heart and gave all of your soul,having you
in our lives has made us all whole.
Keeping your memories close to our heart
knowing you're near they never will part.
Such a short time you spent with your sons
missing you always, they are the ones.
Pictures show good time happy and sad,
memories of Summer remind them of Dad.
Your sons are growing up they get bigger
each day,such a short time now til they
move away. Once gone from my sight watch
over from above, guide them and keep them
safe in your love.

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Depression

It’s dark and lonely in my mind the light I can not see

Sounds are getting fainter there is no one here with me

Tears flow heavy like a late afternoon rain shower

I can hold them back no longer; I just do not have the power

My heart grows weary of the pain I feel more everyday

Neither pills, nor therapy can take this pain away

My tissue box is empty I’ve thrown it on the floor

Even knowing that I have no energy to go and get some more

This feeling drains my body, my mind and all my soul

I wait and wonder will it end and once more I can feel whole

Away inside my mind I’m lock until I am released

Depression has a hold on me when will this torture cease

The pain I feel is not just mental, for on my body toll is taken

The dark cloud hangs above me and these feelings can not be shaken

Depression has a hold on me when will this torture cease?

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Silently Into the Night

I hope you are with me when stars
fill the sky. Come talk to me 
darling wipe the tear from your eye.
Time's growing short now, my body is
weary. This will be much easier as long
as you're near me. Hold onto my hand,
tell me one of your stories. What's that
you say, here comes our boys? Peace fills
my body and love fills my soul,for right
at this moment my family is whole. Night
draws so close and I long for some rest
Tell everyone I'm ready, my body knows
best. Silently into the night I leave
from this place, with memories of you
and the love on your face. I'll 
be by your side even after I've gone.
Remember I'm waiting like the sun does
for dawn.

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If You Know What I Mean

I walk in and there are empty bottles all over the floor

The smell of cheap perfume I’ve never worn before

He’s taking a shower in the middle of the day

Probably washing her smelly stench away

He thinks I am stupid and that I don’t know

I have more brains than him in my little toe

I know he’s cheating by the look in his eyes

He only thinks I’m falling for his lies

In he walks like once again he thinks has tricked me

Little does he know she left him a hickey

So I ask with a straight face just what’s on your neck

I fell off the barstool you know the one on the deck

Inside I’m laughing he thinks this lie is a good one

Watching him squirm like this is so much fun

I walk out of the room I can hold it no more

I fall out laughing on my bedroom floor

He of little mind thinks he got away clean

I know what he did if you know what I mean

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All Grown Up

Suddenly my life is changing

Things are a mess I'm rearranging

Packing boxes clearing walls

All because his duty calls

The more I pack the more I cry

It's almost time to say goodbye

He's 18 now getting out on his own

I've done my job my son is grown

Not college bound he's headed where life is wavy

Now a military man he's in the Navy

I'm sure he'll call maybe even write

I miss him every day and night

I remember when he was so small

Now he's over 6 feet tall

He is no longer my little guy

He's done packing I have to say goodbye

Loaded his car and out the door

Nothing left in his room but bare walls and floor

As go through memories I found his first sippy cup

He won't need it now he's all grown up.

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Chemical Blood

A simple hint of sadness a sudden flash of memory
Mind opens flood gates dark clouds come seeping in
Rivers of emotion take over as ink begins to flow

Page after bloody page of nightmarish dreams
Nothing is sacred not even my innocence
Do I dare to tell the tales of times long past

Death and disappointment quickly flow from my pen
Confidences broken by whispers of infidelity
Pride can not linger here for I am undeserving

Heavy burdens lay at my feet I struggle to carry 
Rocky roads traveled bare feet sliced with each step
Weight of the past wears down on bloody shoulders

A tale to be told yet lips will not part to speak
Tattered pages fill blood stained notebook
Woven web of madness beginning to make sense

Abuse not only to the flesh my mind as well
Broken not just bones my spirit no longer shines
Alone even standing among the crowd 

Cold steel brings my only sense of feeling
Open doors yet I can not seem to escape
Blade to flesh drops of blood release of pain

Bind my pages hide them well ink runs dry
Chemical blood flows through my veins
Thoughts grow cloudy all dreams cease

Days pass emotions seemingly inexistent
Induced smile turns up unwilling lips 
Ice blue eyes unable to weep hidden tear

Inside screams echo loudly smile remains
Can they see my inner torment raging? 
Do chemical smiles fool even those that know me?

Pill bottles at bedside Press firmly to open cap
Script reads increase dosage if thoughts resurface
One turns to six, six to ten who’s counting anyway

Lips to glass quench this thirst swallow capsules
Dreams will cease along with breathing eyes close
Death takes me, suffer no more. pill bottles on my floor

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My Time Has Come

Here I stand alone my friend
I wait and wonder why.
Now I ask the question is it my time to die?
I beg of thee the answer 
so pain I feel no more.
Just what is waiting for me
on the other side of the door?
Will loved ones weep tears of 
sorrow long after I have past?
Can I see their future and will
they find peace at last?
I grow weary of this life down
here with sorrow,death and pain.
Even when I leave this place I will
see them again.
Let me go now from the world,I know
my time is near,
Forever I will watch until we meet again my dear.