Wednesday, April 28, 2010
A Crazy Woman Came To My Door
A crazy woman came to my door
Her heart muscle was very sore
Rather than even kindly implore
She vented her spleen and swore
Dark energy full of awful pain
Words colder than sleet or rain
Hurt was hers to hopefully gain
Hope she never comes, again.
Barbara is such a special name
So sad she has demons to tame
Calling down is such a shame
Showing herself to be insane
The other woman at her side
Single Mother who did chide
Any other would have cried
A part of them must have died
Two females hurting so much
Victims of their own crutch
Blaming others for their rut
Going on about such and such
Too bad a little boy is involved
No challenge can be resolved
When victims are not evolved
Abusers to play the appalled
My innocent son heard it all
Loud crash before their fall
True love stands real and tall
Wimps wine with half a ball
Humor help to diffuse the pain
Someone has to be seen as sane
Rage as hot as a spreading flame
Excuses poor and beyond lame
Keeping my own calm and cool
Playing noone's ass or silly fool
Maybe I should start my school
Guiding others with golden rule
Lessons are everwhere in life
Especially in poverty and strife
A woman behaving as mad wife
More cutting than a dull knife
Shrillest scream of earthly hell
Screamed by those scared to tell
Of others ringing their own bell
Shrieking from their broken shell
One healthy choice for any of us
No need for drama or unruly fuss
Fear is really such cowardly stuff
Seeing life as so awfully tough
My heart is a lightened dove
Mine own Angel from above
Others push comes to shove
I shall always choose LOVE!
Alright, I have temporarily rectified my prior situation with healthy coping skills; peacefuly pacifying the fearful part of me, after being verbally accosted by two fearful women, banging at my front door.
Sharing joy and walks with that wonderful little boy has been such a blessing for everyone. Now, his Mommy tells me that "he is acting out." As if we had something to do with it!
Bringing along a barely loaded barrel of loaded aummunition; consisting of a crazed female I have never met, who throws me tiring threats and accuses me of being " a bad influence,"; telling me 'he can't see you, anymore."
I was shaken .. to say the least. Inbetween dry-brushing, listening to a loving voice-mail, and preparing to take flight for the wondrous outdoors, to balance chakra's and raise my charming Chi.
To have my peaceful space disturbed is disturbing. I have not had this un-kind of rudeness at my door, since my last wretched neighbor, over a year ago, moving in and posing as a bible thumper who professed to wish me well, when all she wanted to do was plunge me into her own personal hell.
It doesn't matter where you seem to move or how often, there will always be another spayed cat, pissing on her seeming territory, hissing with threats, and playing the part of aggressor.
Whether she works at MCFD and is just getting her footing and fretfully feels she has legal right to claw at kindest you, for injustices done unto her, as an innocent young girl; seemingly maimed for life.
Or, even if she is another single Mommy who has been put through the emotional winger of the injustices of the imoral justice sytem, herself.
No one has the right to wrong another, accusing beauty of being anything other than a blessed blessing.
Therefore, I shall simply remove myself from the cast and unconscious crew. Walk in the fresh springtime air and take a new and invoragating breath ....
And, wish the doomsayers well.
Yet, only to wonder about the tender-hearted young boy, now having a fit and "throwing furniture around the house," over the fact that he is not allowed to see his 'big brother' and the trusted Mommy who loves him so, even if from afar.
Bless us all!
My 14 year young and wise - happy homeschooler, Kaelin, captured this incredible vision of light hiding behind the passing clouds ... early this morn.
From outside his bedroom window, he could already foresee the light of the situation that would come to pass, hours later in this still enchanted evening, we hold safely as our own.