A Patient Battle


It’s a patient battle, for people willing to steal the family fortune…

I hope I did not hear someone say damn, she’s got another few months to live.

Such words frighten me, coming from such a pretty girl, in a bright pink vest.

Just remember, interpretation’s a bitch.

And I’m not one of those.

Are you?

I was just minding my Father’s Business.

To help God’s Children out.

I can’t be murdered with false compassion either, like The Father’s Son.

Dimwitted family members who cannot emulate Him, mock and mimick Him by default.

So sad.

But I will not insult them with worry.

Or worry them with insult.

Because they’re just waiting for their ticket outa here.

Don’t call me.

As for the innocent, we are out enjoying life.

Even as they pray God will have mercy on our souls.

Sweet Gentle Star of the Sea, pray for us Mary.

I will.

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Let’s Play Fortune Hunt

Dante reserved a special place of infamy in the inferno for those base angels who dared side neither with evil nor with good. Peace is ardently to be desired, but only as the handmaid of righteousness. The only peace of permanent value is the peace of righteousness.

So let’s lighten things up a bit for the sake of the children,  shall we?

Let’s play a Celebrity Match Up kind of game.

Because some of you have critiqued my match up games as being far too complex and darkly disturbing.

And I readily agree.

At times my life has been that way for me as well.

Therefore I have eliminated some of the cards in this round (the more obvious players) and those of you who have held my cards in your own hands, for far too long.

That will free up all of our hands, for better pursuits.

Girls just wanna have fun, even those in the 97th percentile.

Please help me out here, fam’ of mine.

I’m having parent-ally induced blockage, but keep in mind I have included the innocent, mismatched or victimized in this selection.

Because no one escapes anyone’s deathbed decree, regardless of whom you have decided to cloister inside your house to suppress it, minimize its volume, or it’s import, reduced like innocuous scrapings, on a frozen sheet of glass.

Never make an accusation, until you know all the facts.

You only know what you’ve been told about me.

But I’ll give you a tip, said a wise man.

And I’m not talking about my lover here.

Because I’d never underestimate his fantastic abilities.

She said she had her way with him in a barn.

That didn’t sound like him.

And she said he molested her.

That didn’t sound like him either.

I could never sleep over Valerie’s house as a child.

The sound of the dripping tap kept me awake all night long.

And when Val came to visit I loved her so, but she laughed that I’d risk my own life for a butterfly.

You see it had gotten in the way of my bike, as we raced down the hill.

I still love the woods.

I wonder, does she?

Or if she ever did, as much as me?

The papers say Dad was married before, but I can’t find her image.

The one who was not really abused by Nazi’s.

That’s just what she said.

And there were no “religious sisters singing”.

One could laugh at the world better, if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with it’s brutality – D H Lawrence.

Greetings from Uncle John.

(Who will always be Real Daddy to me.)

(I love you, Bell.)

I love you too, Ju Ju.

See you on Christmas Morning.

(I love the sound of your Christmas chimes, Dad.)

(Larry and Mom hear them audibly.)

I love the sound they make myself.

Thank you for giving me back my voice, baby girl.

Are you my baby?

(Yes I am, always will be.)

Johnny will say please.

Raymond will thank me.

And David and Steven will sleep better at night.

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Pillow Talk

chicken-farm

in a shed

he was dead

he pulled up rank

like a bird

sitting on a duck

with feathers in its hand

they’re not getting along

because of the symptoms

of the hen on animal farm

shove it up a horse’s mouth

there’s something to talk about

for me

when I have a voice again

thanks to you

he never did ask you anything

about being smart

he just said you were intelligent

I can sit on the bed

right beside you

telling him how to spell

now that’s funny as hell

 

My Father Speaks

This is the house where my untreated delusional mother was isolating herself in medical neglect, occasionally found wandering through the woods.

When I posted up no hunting signs on my mother’s property, Marshall made vague threats to cause bodily injury to me, the remaining nondelusional current inhabitant of this home. 

Marshall also sent pizza to my mother’s address a few months ago (around the time her lean was bought I believe) instructing the delivery boy to insist her house was “his” house.  I asked Dad about this in my mind, like a prayer.

I don’t know what that was

that was offensive

that ain’t right

no, she wasn’t supposed to be sleeping

Roseanne was supposed to be sleeping

peanuts

cyber crimes division

I mean what the hell

Gary Indiana

San Diego

lots

it’s secret

classified

what you’ve done for me

Fort Knox

dad-at-picnic-table

What my Father Whispered in my Ear

they’re talking about me all the time now

we’re working our way

we don’t even have a house

house

they passed away

they passed away

they (past) away

last night at three o’clock

in the morning (mourning?)

[*3:00 is in Brazil on the Military Mass clock I found that belonged to my father he used in the war, plus around the time yesterday I was laying on his grave crying and praying to God for him, that his voice would be heard]

talk

talk

he then raped me

he shot him in the head

he blamed the gun man

talk

talk

he killed the case

so he could now

walk

walk

In the Most Holy Names of Jesus and Mary may the people who did this to my father and his family get justice served, no more, no less.

 

One More from Dad

Talk

Talk

it relates within the business

of saving souls

it feels so good

everything imploded

it all makes sense

the closest one I can get to

is the one for me

and I think that I’m the proof

give him a peasant salary

and a liquid diet

because he won’t be eating bricks

no more

that’s exactly what he’s going to do

confused

refuse(d?) to come in

they can’t pull him out of a hole

the adjuster

foreign currency

spanish croissants

boys will be boys

hot air balloons

no sir charge (Searge?)

they’re talking about me

all the time now

we’re working our way

we don’t even have a house

house

they passed away

they passed away

at three o’clock in the morning

(3:00 is Brazil on the military mass clock and around the time early this morning I started posting my father’s words.)

 

My Father Regarding Mom’s Neighbors…

aiming hunting weapons at the Troxler estate, house, and their stated threats to harm it’s inhabitant:


I don’t know what that was

that was offensive

that ain’t right

no, she wasn’t supposed to be sleeping

Roseanne was supposed to be sleeping

peanuts

cyber crimes division

I mean what the hell

Gary Indiana

San Diego

lots

it’s secret

classified

what you’ve done for me

Fort Knox

And now, I am supposed to be sleeping (I mean literally) so I’ll try to avoid asking Dad any more questions in my head through my prayers, at least for a few hours…