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I'm supposed to care for you
And come to your beckon call
But when you need me the most
You to turn me away, make me feel small

Maybe I came on too strong, it scared you so
I see the important things need correcting
but you don't want me and are not accepting

Things are gonna change,
I won't be there anymore to make sure
you don't wind up on the floor
Or in a nursing home's ward

I put your diapers on
And get you dressed in you chair
I put your blue hair in rollers
And picked out what to wear

I made your meals with care
And washed you dirty undies
I even hung your pictures
just high enough for you to see

You say I'm just like family
Now I see what that means
I never trusted your family
They tell you say goodbye to her easily

Your family takes advantage of you
They take your money gladly
Yet when it comes to the hired help
You won't spend another dime on me sadly

Your Mother once told you
You're a penny wise, and a pound foolish
Some people never learn
Your decision could be hazardous

Your husband will be gone
Alone in a nursing home
You'll be at home
All alone your money

I'm just the hired help
Who re-arranged her life
Just to help you live out
Your days in peace and quiet

Love the Caregiver - The Hired Help

A factory full of odds and ends, assembled and arranged in lines by non-mechanical beings.
Punchdrunk time cards chart their lives through typical weeks with typical tasks.
Printing the barcodes, scanning the barcoded things.
Plotting points on a graph, crunching numbers - like a cog in a machine.

Some nights I don't get any sleep at all.
The words come and I must write.
I fit them together.
I hope they touch,
reach deep into ones soul,
And heart.
And make a
Small yet profound difference.
My words are created from within and
waiting to be born.
The words come and I must write.

Copyright 2011 John Yona

Proceeded by peril
Are American Dreams
Realities fleeting
Repeating daily routines
Todays truth's are stone washed
Like a brand named pair of jeans
True Blues hard to find
In a world run by green

My thoughts are keenly focused
Then suddenly they’re in overdrive
I can’t maintain a targets clear aim
When feelings roughly push me aside

Doggedly I go through the motions
Getting my work ready on my desk
While struggling with all my emotions
I’m thinking about him instead!

He had a mysterious hold on me
That I thought would ease over time
But the harder I try to fiercely resist
I’m compelled to keep looking behind

This is so damned ridiculous!!!
And it’s making me a little bit crazy!
Everything could’ve already been done
If that’s what he’d wanted from me

I’m not the one who gave up the goal
Doubting, and dropping the ball
He stopped playing, let me know that he quit
At least this is what, and how I recall

I’m not a sucker for punishment
So I took my licks and I left
But ever since then I’ve been haunted
By the scenarios deep in my head

I know better than to wish for what’s not
So I blocked his memory from my vision
But I fear this personal battle's been lost
And we’re headed for a painful collision

Or maybe he and I were just a fantasy
There was no way we’d ever get together
And now it’s time for me to forget the past
Perhaps that will make me feel better!

Or maybe, just maybe
I’ll keep sticking to my guns
Because Rome wasn’t built in a day
And once he sees that I really mean business
He’ll relent and finally give me my way

One can still pray...

July 18, 2013

Out of nothing
Came the darkness and the light
The Sun by day and the moon by night.

Out of nothing
Came the stars of the sky
'by His word and Knows each one by name.

Out of nothing
He called the things that were not
'As though they were and so they are.

"There is no such thing as nothing
for even nothing is something"

99 more miles of trucking tonight, 99 more miles of trucking,
one mile down, hammer down...
98 more miles of trucking tonight.......

DOES YOUR GOD DO IT GREEK STYLE?

I don’t mind being labeled a fool
Why, because I’m that god-damned cool
And by the way, I am seriously dying as we speak
But until I’m dust I’ll do it just like the Greek

Zorba ain’t got a thing over me
I down ouzo people give me for free
How do I do that which you yearn to know?
Well, if it ain’t free I write a bad check and let the ouzo flow

That’s just the kind or unkind of fool I am
Foolish enough to fool all of them
All the fools and the common folk
And I may be a fool but I ain’t no joke

I hear with my heart your god’s admonition
But my foolishness will never be in remission
For the remainder of my days I’ll be this way
Disregarding that which society and your lord may say

So call me a fool if that be your will
Because I ain’t got nothing but time to kill
Until your god decides to kill this fool
But I don’t give a f*ck because I’m that god-damned cool
Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

I seem to wait all the time for that fourteenth day to come back around. Sometimes when you say two weeks instead of so many days it seems to be a better phrase.
When I go to bed at night my prayers are said then I can lay my weary head to rest.
New things are coming my way, eager to see what life is bringing to me like a child on his or her birthday. Fridays are suppose to be such a big day for so many people but as for me, its just another day well except for the fourteenth day which is a good friday, my day for pay.
Soon things will be much better, and that fourteenth day will be good but again just another day, for now I'm again saving for a rainy day.
Nevr the less I will always think ahead so I don't find myself sinking below the surface during the week of the fourteenth day.

I work real hard every day, to do the things the wal-mart way, to unload my truck, and break down the load, to stock my shelves, and then to cull, safety sweep after safety sweep to clean the floors, until a customer comes and trashes my zone, I do what it takes to give great satisfaction, but that isn't have the fraction, with to many chief;s and not enough indian's this place can be crazy not to mention! go stock frozen, do a carry -out, push in some cart's that's what its about, retail! retail! make that dollar, but do it nice we need not to hollar! everyone together we need team work, but that never happen's it's just get to work, with weiry legs and slow moving people, there driving me crazy these strange people, everyone wants money especially the top, so let's stay in our departments and get to the stock, with no product on the floor we cannot make sales, and the dc need's to stock up their shelves so we can get freight to improve our sales, come on folks we know what to do a little less panic we can improve, so lace up your boot's put a smile on your face because yes this is the wal- mart way