So, I haven’t posted here for a couple of days
Of course, I hate when that happens
Really, I wanted to post, but I was burning the candle at both ends
Reaching a point where the words would not come
You can be assured I am sorry and will try to do better in the future.
And now a bonus poem/story…
She wanted to tell him she had been wrong in what she did
Or maybe not quite wrong, but maybe more mistaken
Reaching out, she cupped his cold face with her hands
Ready to finally apologize for what she had done
Yet she couldn’t though since he was already dead
She looked at her client perched on her couch. “Tell me again what’s wrong?”
He didn’t dignify her with a response.
“Really? You don’t want to say anything?”
It didn’t seem to alter his disposition. He closed his eyes to slits and stared at her
Now these were the times she wished she had thought about this if this was the right career for her
Knowing this, would she have not gone into cat psychology? Probably not. Mr. Butters left the couch and jumped onto her lap as if to seal the deal. Purrrrfection!
Been promised that everything would be fine
Except that was never going to be true
That shouldn’t have surprised her
Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks
And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried
Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together
Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right
Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard. She spit on his grave.
Grabbing all the bits and bobs he might need for creation
Everything, of course, except the right batteries
And once it was together, he had no way to test it
Reaching for some wires he hot glued them onto the wrong batteries and voila!
*Do not try this. I am not condoning this. Even though it might work.
Been doing all the things
Understand that means lots of naps
Some may say that she’s lazy
You would be wrong. Dreaming is hard work.
Wishing he was right, but knowing he wasn’t
Really, he couldn’t be farther from being correct
Only he was committed now, and backing down was worse, wouldn’t it?
Now it was time to pay the piper, but he had no money
Going to be bad, but the rest of the village had said what could the pied piper do?
Corruption pulsed within his veins energizing his desire to do wrong
Extracting money from the misery and oppression around him
Leaving him to live a life of luxury built upon the pain of others
Losing his soul bit by bit behind the bars of inhumanity
Whimsical pondering about how everything works
Observing the universe and attempting to understand the underpinnings
Never being settled with almost right, but wanting perfect information
Determining how everything began, how it will end, and everything in between
Except perfect information is not available, so instead we guess and see how close we get
Remembering when we get things wrong it becomes a starting point for something new
Reach for the crown and rip it off the previous owner’s decapitated head
Embrace the fact that it is your time to be the one
It can’t be hard as evidenced by the person you just dethroned
Go on. Impose your will upon those below you that don’t know any better
Nothing can possibly go wrong now…
Bringing all she had to the table
Anne felt like it just wasn’t enough
Doomed to fail, and fail horribly
Didn’t miss the mark by much
And everything went catastrophically wrong
Yet she realized tomorrow was another chance to do something great