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By Chuck McGlawn/Chuckest@aol.com

Now I lay me down to sleep.

I want a man, please not a creep

Send me just one, perhaps like dad

Not like the ones that I've had

 One good man who's sweet as pie.

Who comes home at night and doesn't lie.

Who dresses neat and combs his hair

Who when I'm in need he'll be right there

Until I meet this Mr. Right

I'll be alone in bed each night.     

My simple prayer will always be

That I'll wake with him next to me

But if I should die before I wake,

There won't be a wedding cake

Nor wedding vows or honeymoon.

No anniversary every June.

The single life is kinda nice

If I get married I'll pay the price

I'll wind up with a brain-dead troll

Who'll always hold the remote control

This single life works for me

I can be who I want to be

I won't need to fix my hair.

So never mind this stupid prayer.

Clocks slow to a crawl time creeps it's deceit 

Some days lack ambition no spring in my seat

Pounding heart sure to cave won't endure it's fatigued

Need mighty endowment strength stability proceed

This pen hits the paper racing heart slowly calms

I believe in my words the sweat dries from my palms

Trembling hands quieten be sturdy as steel

I take a deep breath... Now to enjoy how I feel

Shane Aaron

Dec 7 2013

when all confidence has left you,

and you feel bereft of love,

forsaken by those who claimed they cared,

that's when i'll fit you like a glove.

i'll wait behind your neediness,

and use arrogance, he's my friend,

i'll have you projecting all of me 

onto children, women, and men.

that's when i do my finest work,

and all of me i'll bring,

when others up and leave you,

i'll infect you, and do my thing.

my presence will be cunning,

my manipulation sly,

i'll have you wrapped around me,

you won't even ask yourself why.

the more of you i can consume,

the larger we become,

to contaminate all is what i want,

'cause YOUR pain, to me, is FUN!

a fiendish scowling wimp, you see,

a psychopath, my dear,

enjoying all your suffering,

your kidnapper...i'm fear.

10:07 AM 6/22/2013 ©

fear is the king 

of a coward's delight,

fear rules illusions

that cloud all fools' sight,

fear wants compliance

adoration and praise,

fear becomes arrogance

when you challenge his gaze,

turning the tables around 

can be bliss,

when I make friends with fear

his intentions I twist,

fear uses everyone

and makes them his slaves,

fear turns the souls 

of some dead in their graves,

fear teases weaknesses 

of youth and of old,

fear changes hearts of warmth

into stone cold,

fear is the god 

that brings glory to killing,

fear is the god 

that makes the spineless willing,

motivation of many is controlled by fear,

due to principles twisted,

and virtues unclear,

many will use fear,

unwilling to see,

their fears are controlling them

clear as can be,

if ever you see one who 

worries too much,

believe it is fear that is

gaining their trust,

fear is a mirror

when we've lost our way,

that tells us "forget love, honey...

I'm your hero...please stay?"

misguided people fall into fear's rut,

they slip and fall in,

losing touch with their gut,

banish your worries

and live in the now,

To strongarm your fears,

honeybun, this is how!!

6:57 PM 6/19/2013 ©