“You Are So Curious it is Driving You Insane” (Spillwords Submission)

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Did you notice it rained on “our” Feast Day?

Did you notice it rained on “their” Feast Day?

No one recognized that “He” found a way

But He did…and now you want to know his name

You are so curious it is driving you insane !

All I can tell you is “He” is in control

And while He rains on our Saints

And spits on our parades

And shoots fire from his fingertips

And tosses diseases our way

You remain oblivious, even while you pray

 

Did you notice it rained on “our” Feast Day?

Did you notice it rained on “their” Feast Day?

Look!  See! He calls out to you and me!

He corrupts our children

They know not who they are

He is so close to them, yet so far

He infiltrates our schools

   as “others” welcome him indoors

He wreaks havoc, as he glides across the floors

He destroys the parties in our Government

They too let him in – and embrace him as a win

 

Did you notice it rained on “our” Feast Day?

Did you notice it rained on “their” Feast Day?

He has a ringside seat to our political woes

“He” laughs at our problems

Because he already knows

He takes joy in our illnesses

Dances on our graves

He destroys our churches

He throws daggers at our crucifixes

While you still ask to know his name

You are so curious it is driving you insane !

 

Have you not figured out the evil one?

The one that teases you with trickery

The one that promises you money and gold

And a magnificent life that is so rich and bold

The one that curses at the God you deny

-         The one you unknowingly uphold!

Yes, that’s the one!

He lures the innocent to the bowels of hell

Spritzes you with perfume that has a rancid smell

But again - You still ask to know his name

You are so curious it is driving you insane !

 

He is the one who sits on a throne

And commends the rapists, the murderers

   and the child molesters, for a job well done

He grants their every wish

All they need to do is follow him

Believe in him, and fuel his fires

They do all of his dirty-work

He just sits back with a glass of wine in hand

   and a sly and cunning smile upon his lips

While you still ask to know his name

You are so curious it is driving you insane !

 

He tells his followers “their wish is his command”

They eat up every word, because it’s easy

They believe in the dark side

Because they follow “his” light

When that light blows out

When they begin to doubt

They pray and call on the God they deny

They are now ready to hear truth versus lie

They are ready to understand “why”

While you still ask to know his name

You are so curious it is driving you insane !

 

The “unholy” know his name so well

They buy whatever “He” chooses to sell

They are those who will destroy us from within

Those who will place our country in sin

They will trade our freedoms

   for an ideology of destruction

     and believe it is right and just

Without question, they feel they must!

For they know not who they trust!

And why do you still ask to know his name

You are so curious it is driving you insane !

 

They, the “unholy”, give their souls to him

   and play his dangerous game on a whim

Proud to serve him with little shame

He is wicked, vile and totally lame

Some of us recognize who this evil one is

Others turn their cheeks while “He” proudly lives

Oh yes - he is jolly, funny, enticing and huge

His favorite color is a deep dark red

He is always bearing gifts; yet is always a step ahead

And you still ask to know his name

You are so curious it is driving you insane !

 

No, he is not Santa Claus, you fool !

He is Satan, and he walks this earth

He is in full control and knows his worth

Don’t be his victim - Pray to the God you deny

Trust in Satan’s Rival who is righteous, omnipotent

-             And will never tell a lie

Cast Satan away before that day you are destined to die!

Maybe now you will finally understand

    who is in full control on our great land

There is no need to ask to know his name

Time to make Satan curious, and drive “him” insane!

“Two Adult Friends Reminiscing” ("True Love" in a Child's Heart, Circa 1960's)

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NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

 

            “Two Adult Friends Reminiscing”, is a short piece I’ve written focusing on two “old” friends finding “True Love” in youthful fantasy, in real life - and then, perhaps, back to fantasy. “Reminiscing” is a gift that can bring us great joy no matter what age we are. It can be a pleasant escape to a place of shared memories and beautiful, timeless friendships. 

 

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“Two Adult Friends Reminiscing”

("True Love" in a Child's Heart, Circa 1960's)

 

            I laughed at you when you asked me if I thought “True Love” existed. I thought it did when I was reading teen magazines and falling in love with actors and musicians through my television screen. Even my Mom played along. I think she enjoyed the concept of “True Love” in a child’s heart.

 

            I remember asking you, my very best friend, to make up stories about you and I double dating with two of our favorite musicians / TV stars, from the “Monkees”. Remember them? We were only twelve years old; but we both loved that group, and I enjoyed your stories. We’d be walking to and from school, and you would continue from where you left off as the storyline got pretty interesting. You were a great storyteller and I was a great listener. You had my emotions on fire and I wanted to hear more and more. You never complained. You just kept telling me more and more. It was all a fantasy; a make-believe world; but we lived in it. We almost believed we were actually out on those double dates. How we yearned for it to be true…The walks on the beach with our two handsome dates from “The Monkees”; the fun in the amusement park riding the roller coaster and ferris wheel, while hiding our faces against their masculine shoulders; the first kiss under the moonlight; and the front row seats at each “Monkees” concert. We would imagine that every girl in America wished they were us. We were THE girlfriends of two handsome “Monkees”, just sitting in the spotlight like VIPs. Our photographs would be plastered on the front page of every teen magazine…Then reality set in and “True Love” in our young, innocent hearts, disappeared just as quickly as it came.

 

            Then we grew up a bit and dated “real” boys. This time there were no stories of handsome actors or sexy musicians. You couldn’t even spin a great story around these “real” boys, even if you wanted to. We were living teenage lives with young boys we met in our classrooms or in the neighborhood who, like us, had no money and no jobs. There was just no more sparkle. The fantasy was so much more fun than the reality. Were we disappointed because a little while back we were on double dates in “Fantasy Land” with older men – actors and musicians from television, stage and teen magazines? Probably. However, there were still some good laughs with these neighborhood school boys.  There were basketball games in the school gym as we giggled, cheered and held hands. There were school dances at the local Catholic School gyms, where we danced the night away and fantasized, once again, over the band members as they competed in the “Battle of the Bands”. What about those fun Saturday night pizza dates, and endless backyard birthday parties, where spin the bottle was the game of choice? Many kisses were stolen from that game. We even snuck in sips of beer and wine when the parents weren’t paying attention. More kisses were stolen as a result.

 

            Now we have become mature adult women laughing over our childhood fantasies and teenage lives... and we did end up marrying regular good ol’ boys from the neighborhood…Maybe not that good, however, because we divorced them somewhere along the road of life…Yes, two children for each of us – Two girls for you and two boys for me. They were the same ages and they grew up together. We always hoped your two girls would marry my two boys so we would be connected forever. Was that selfish on our part? I doubt it, because it happened. Those unions we prayed for brought us six grandchildren; three girls and three boys. We loved them, spoiled them and guided them - together. Now they are ready to take on the world.

 

            We are still strongly connected to our ex-husbands through our children and grandchildren. Those good ol’ neighborhood boys, still single like us, proved to be great parents and grandparents. We all got along great too in this unique family dynamic. But you and me – well, we remained friends throughout the years and shared it all, every day. We shared the happy times, the sad times, our family times; and always looked back with a smile and sometimes a tear.

 

            What do you say dear friend? Why don’t we grab two glasses of wine and sit on the sofa, while you make up great stories about us double dating our two handsome “Monkees”. You were always a great story teller and I was always a  great listener. We established that early on. So I think we need some of “that” again. We deserve to reminisce in “Fantasy Land”. We’ve earned that right since we’ve been around the block a few times, so to speak…Now that our kids and grandchildren are doing their own thing, and our single “exes” are hiding behind newspapers while drinking beer and growing old, we can go back to the days of young love and innocent hearts…So tell me those great stories again, my friend. However, you must make these stories very, very, very interesting. Adult-interesting, if you know what I mean... Cheers dear friend. “True Love” is back!