the rate of already done by no mistake,
the past is a taste of what will be,
the beat of the read,
is the call of Heed.
Told by an elder sibling on the phone,
she has been excluded from the Will at her Father's home,
now there is me and my brother,
and we are both mentioned as the sole inheritors,
by the way,
Dad's not dead.
From the basis of what's been,
at what point does anyone accept,
that both of us, my brother and I had exorcisms done,
by the people that wish us dread.
Now the action of the fact,
who would run if you fall,
to the realization that it's already set,
the reason? Money, that's my bet.
Waiting for the stakes to be driven,
I say to all the doubters that it's been done once,
and these same ones will do it again,
as per my step-fathers words said exact,
"leave it to me....",
I can't stomach these facts.
Why be sad,
I have spoken and spoken,
written and written,
asked and asked,
since it's not your life you just laugh.
Not so funny when you consider money,
the sticky mess in a trust,
too much green makes people do strange things.
Scared by this thought,
I write again to state,
it is bad,
when repetitious begins to stack,
with all of what's passed and in exact.
Altered by the grueling work,
of what I see and it's bizerk,
wanted me to drive to a place,
why,
it's called without a trace.
In addition she wants to add this Site,
as a link or as a ......????
kind of weird to add this up,
when what's been said is pretty rough,
to identify these very same wrongs.
Whether it is the Hoodoo I could never explain,
the Movie the Skeleton Key,
did make the scene so plain,
a promised state I was told I'd be replaced,
saying this from when I was young.
Tam you left me eight years ago,
walked away and had a ride waiting,
it's still difficult to believe,
as we were in the middle of Texas in an R.V.
There I was in the middle of no where,
in truth I did not know how to explain this to myself,
even your Lover whom you left me with was drained.
So what's your plan now,
to drop Dad and I off along the road to Moms,
where you say let's change the Will,
look at Ed and say, here you go,
you're in it too but here's your money so please don't sue?
The entire offense seems to be,
a terrible thing for only me unless Ed stands,
did you tell him too?
The warning I send is a chance I guess,
whom other than you has a stake in this mess?
I don't like the implications,
your call made many complications,
I worry for not only myself,
the concern is placed and the question now faced,
your anger is palpable and you have a history that is undoubtedly frightening.
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I caught you with him
On them damp, slick, sticky, satin sheets
Then I packed my things and then I hit the streets
(Chorus)
87 southbound, to San Anton'
You got your baby, I got no home
The pavements burnin', at a hundred and two
I don't need to hear no more excuses, but I don't need you
Lord the sun keeps beatin' me down, and it's hotter'n hell
And if I'm a lucky I'll catch a ride, but you can't never tell
I'd rather be here with the bugs and flies, then back there hearin' your alibis
I heard all that I'm gonna hear you say, I gonna take my pride and go the other way
87 southbound, to San Anton'
It's getting late out, I'm forty miles from home
The rain keeps a fallin', like the tears of my eyes
Just tryin' to wash away the hurt from all your lies
(yeah daddy)
And lightnin' streaks across the evenin' sky
And if I'm a lucky (it'll make you?) laid right down and die
I know when the morning comes, I'll still be a walking son-of-a-gun
When afternoon comes rolls around, I'll have ten more miles and one more town
(Repeat Chorus)
No I don't need to hear no more excuses, but I don't love you
[Thanks to Kris Tilford for lyrics]
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