His Mother's Life

Dedicated to those who are weary of Mama's boys.

He is playing out his mother's life,
made yet another, his wife.

He is playing out his mother's life,
finding fault, starting strife.

He is playing out his mother's life,
stands tall, acts like he has it all.

You see, his mother pointed the finger at God's singer--
made false accusations while lies linger.

Thought she wasn't going to get paid back,
confessed sin, but piles started to stack.

Sat quietly, didn't reveal all that I know.
I knew her life was all a put-on, a show.

You see she didn't show love,
slipped on a smile like a glove.

Thought she was going to make me a friend,
but her friendship--a dead end.

Her obedient son was put to the test,
thought he could lay down and rest.

But snake charmer moved on in,
got him to commit sin.

Now one has to fix his mess,
confess, or end up with less.

So he played a game he learned from mother,
something he witnessed too from his brother.

"Go after that money, honey...
'cause people will act funny.
Move as soon as you can,
be sure to look like "The Man."

Then off mama boy went, told lies,
then convinced a believer to compromise.

Mother taught him about spiritual things,
and the blessings they can bring.

But God saw foolishness and deceit,
and that's why one will lose her seat!

Saving baby from a whippin,'
yet stressed mother often trippin'!

Raised baby to act like her,
"You know mama could use a fur."

Attempts to play a mind game,
his words and images are lame!

Ignores what is smart,
never studies a chart.

Like mom, he thinks he knows everything,
thinks the answer to love is all in a ring.

When mother calls, he falls.
When mother dies, he will cry.

Everything she does is a life lesson,
thinks she is the only one with a blessin'.

Watch what you say when you talk,
or she might tell her son "to walk!"

Don't think she will keep quiet,
don't even buy it!

She looks for something weak within you,
then she will do, do, do...
tell her son what she really thinks of you.

Then he will plead his case,
bring flowers to her in a vase.

Say that he really loves you,
but then think about, "I said I do?"

Mom all in the mix,
always trying to fix.

He is playing out his mother's life,
made yet another, his wife.

He is playing out his mother's life,
finding fault, starting strife.

He is playing out his mother's life,
stands tall, acts like he has it all.

You see, he pointed the finger at God's singer--
made false accusations while lies linger.

Nicholl McGuire

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

When Mothers Fall Out of Love

Lost my freedom!
My spirit
My smile
My laugh
My peace
My joy
My strength
to the man in black
the baby in blue
to another in red
couldn’t make sense of all this.

This is why strangers look stressed,
confused, bitter, unresolved issues.
Too many screams, not enough money.
And I envied this life?

What was I thinking?
That’s right, I wasn’t.
God was.
A vessel - all I am is a vessel.

Hold my hand through this maze
of confusion!
Happy mom, sad mom.
Angry wife, peaceful wife.
Hateful friend, loving friend.

Help!
I’m falling out of love!


N. McGuire

Time is Love

Small boy walks, grows up talks.
"Mama look and see,I can write a three."

"Go play dear!" Boy wipes a tear.

Small girl cries, dad always lies.
"I'll make time, here take this dime."

"I don't want it, sit here a bit."

"No not now, I'll make a vow.
You go play, I'll be back your way."

Small boy walks, grows up talks.
"Things to do, no time for you."

Small girl cries, dad always lies!
"Have no time, busy making a dime."

A picture of a dove, no time to love.

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