When People Love to Extremes

Love my job so much!
Didn't want to have to leave to make plans
for family, friends and everything else in between.

Love my house!
Sacrifice everything including relationships just for the upkeep.
No one understands how important my house means to me, but me.

Love my car!
Watch your hands, your feet, your butt in my seat.
Don't bother to ride unless you have gas money put aside.

Love my dog!
He's my best friend, will kill a man about him.
Respect him like you do a child and call him by his name.

Love my mother!
Refuse to accept what others say about her even when I know she's wrong.
Broke up with women over her, will never put anyone before her.

Love my child!
Lost and confused. A problem to society, but I will defend.
It wasn't his fault, it was yours.

Love my money!
More than life itself! It sustains me, heals me when God isn't bothered.
Don't ask me for any, you go get your own!

Extreme, selfish, jealous, crazy love.
To fight, argue, steal and kill for the "it."
An "it" dressed up pretty who means well
deadlier than the devil himself.
She shows up with good intentions.
He has her interests in mind.

They both rattle their so-called happy home with long hours at work,
an unexpected purchase, a trouble-making relative, and selfish desires within.

To love someone or something more than yourself, a foolish action.
It causes a negative reaction and in time many will learn the hard way.

Nicholl McGuire

Money and the Working Parent

Born into the world needy
grew up and became greedy.

First baby boy born
my heart now torn.

Split between job and time
can't seem to save a dime.

Don't want to have to choose
for I know my child will lose.

Living check to check
a credit card wreck.

Loan upon loan
only a sigh and a moan.

Dirty diapers and cries
the American dream lies.

Hold my limp hand
tired legs can't stand.

Freezer meal junkie
laundry smells funky.

Sink full of dishes
and pot of gold wishes.

Tired husband, wife
feeling the stress, strife.

Nights provide a break
One day by a lake.

Giving up on some things
while the church bell rings.

No more, no more
my heart no longer tore.

Choose between job or time?
my love is above a dime.


Written by: Nicholl A. McGuire

Relationship Games

Exchange phone numbers
play the game of who will call first?

Exchange stories of the past
does anyone really care?

Exchange dates and times to see one another
who will commit?

Exchange money for entertainment
neither insists to pay.

Hold on to hands open for something new.
Hold on to memories won't be too trusting.
Hold on to past lovers and say there only friends.

Now the calls of lust come.
Want another replay to numb the pain that haunts a broken soul.

Too busy to address issues rather break up to make up.
Too unforgiving but will bury it just this once.
Too afraid to commit to someone just as broken.

Play the game until one grows weary.
Then stop when someone else comes along that's new.
Gamble once again with unresolved issues, a misguided spirit, and no money.
Claim an unsuspecting victim in the game we call, relationship.

Nicholl McGuire