there is this crazy lady from Daytona Beach reality was never within her reach relationships always involved a hostage her definition of love was the word bondage
she is always right, never wrong the choice in music is invariably her song every emotion involves a twist or a turn someone always ends up with the heartburn
accusing everyone of having her own bad habits is very adept at preforming mental acrobatics behind the smoke and mirrors she is a saboteur the family knows but they chose to ignore her
she remains needy, selfish and self centered ego driven and emotionally demented those who know keep her in their prayers nothing will happen as long as she is unawares
God will intervene, we pray she listens she knows the name of some very good physicians for those she harmed, time will heal do not let your memory of her warp the way you feel .
he could identify most of his habits
to him they were mostly good
just a series of mental acrobatics
wouldn’t change them if he could
he finally discovered some glaring bad ones
he was sick and tired of being sick and tired
it was time to face the music, to bring out the big guns
he hesitated, ever daunted by the work required
procrastination, the habits just grew bigger
desperation, was this another family curse
justification, he could live with them a little bit longer
exacerbation, he was just making things worse
too many times to count, he tried again
he tried being a friend to gain a friend
his superior ego said everyone is insane
they all have their motives and to what end
finally, one lonely soul didn’t hang up
they determined they had some things in common
neither had ever won a loving cup
bad experiences they wish they had forgotten
his friend said you can lie to me, I don’t care
it’s your bad habit , trying to please me
however, stop lying to yourself, it is not fair
besides, you are just not my cup of tea
but the old habit kept pushing the friend away
he learned the talk, but not the walk
he needed to learn how to correctly pray
expectations were keeping his soul in hock
his final story has yet to be written
his beginning is living one day at a time
the steps to change he has been given
sanity guaranteed if he will only make the climb
ME and the Boss Poetry 