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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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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.

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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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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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Starting Life Over

Walk with me down the road so we can see tomorrow

Dry the tears I cry each day from my inner sorrow

Hold my hand down life's forever winding path

Lend me your shoulder when I've been struck by pain's wrath

Kiss me sweet and tender to ease my troubled mind

Fill my mind with new thoughts don't let me look behind

Say the loving words my ears long to hear spoken

Mend my wounds and save this heart that has been broken

Shine your loving light into my darkened soul

Share with me the part of you I need to make me whole

Open my eyes to a new life I've longed for 'til this day

Give me trust and honesty and promise me you'll stay

Now you've touched my heart, my soul and opened up my mind

Now I can start life over and leave my past behind

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Life Lessons

Mirrors covered, the blinds drawn tight

She is drinking something new tonight

Her hair all matted no bath today

She’ll do something if she gets her way

Smoked filled rooms and pimps galore

Look at her now she is a whore

I know her now I knew her then

I meant nothing she needed men

She smoked, she drank she shipped us off

Hit her pipe and began to cough

You make me sick you sorry girl

Take her mister and give her whirl

Crack or smack which will she choose

Either way I know we lose

Can I forgive what she did then?

Leaving me and choosing men

All I know is I will do much better

As I walk out I leave her a letter

“Goodbye mother I’ll stay out of your way

I’m starting my life over today”

That was then and this is now

My life has changed I know not how

I have started over and treasure life

I have made him a great wife

His children I gave him and hold them all dear

I am not like her no where near

I changed my life all for the better

It all began when I left her the letter

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Hallowed Hallways

A hallowed hall of darkness cold breeze fills the air
Slowly creeping forward shadows on the wall
A glimpse of light reveals blood soaked floors

Corpse like figures crawling bodies twisted
Mouths sewn tight no words just moans
Deafening screams shatter dusty mirrors

Tattered curtains line the windows
Creaky panels line the walkway
Dangling ropes adorn the ceiling

Dark figure standing in the doorway
Arm extends fingers call me to him
Relentless whispers call my name

Involuntary steps drawing me closer
Come with me into the darkness
The face remains to far to see

The air has thickened became so cold
I try to focus my vision clouded
Chest feels heavy it’s hard to breath

I can feel his touch it chills my bones
Hands touch my face eyes are bleeding
I try to scream my mouth sewn tight

Doors slammed behind me I’m all alone
His face a mystery I am his captive
Now a corpse body twisted

I walk the hallways
Of my mind

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Danny

His smile keeps me going on every bad day

His eyes looking at me in his own special way

His strength from within keeps life in my heart

His love has been with me right from the start

His arms hold me up when I feel I am falling

His time for me open whenever I am calling

His honesty and openness is something I treasure

His love and fidelity nothing can measure

His touch is so gentle like nothing I have known

His way that he tells me I am his own

His eyes show he needs me and longs for my touch

His heart gives compassion I love him so much

I can not imagine my life with out him near me

My lover, ,my best friend, better known as Danny

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Blue Haired Drivers

Why must you be in front of me going only 25?

I swear I'm going crazy are you even still alive?

Why must you creep and crawl while driving on the road?

I feel my blood pressure rising I think I'm about to explode.

I've been stuck behind you for more than 20 miles now.

That I've lasted this long I have begun to ask myself how.

You've had your blinker on for miles now and yet you're still not turning.

Here inside my car I have one special question burning..

Oh my dear blue haired driver why do you drive at all?

It seems to me you'd get there quicker if you'd just get out and crawl!!

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