Henderson&Henderson Accounting&Tax

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I can smell the coffee as it cools on my desk.
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Sad 80's saxophone music breaks the silence as the elevator door opens.
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"Hello."
I look up at the tall stranger in his boring black suit white shirt and brown tie. His blue eyes hazed over, uninterested. The beige on beige decor of the office reflecting the emptiness of our meeting.
"Mr Henderson?" His deep strong voice questions as he leans over my desk. "Accounting, or tax?" "Tax." "Third door on the left." He turns, trading his briefcase from his right hand to his left and straitening his brown tie. As he walks down the beige hallway towards the beige office of Mr Peter beige Henderson, his blond hair is stirred by the air-conditioning, tousling some prematurely gray strands over his face. I catch a glimpse of his battered gold watch as he wipes the hair away from his eyes. I note his clean well ironed suit is slightly too short for him and a few years out of style, clearly purchased secondhand or borrowed for this appointment. It wont help him; Mr Henderson cares only for numbers and efficiency. I vaguely hope to myself that he is hear to interview for the new position. If he is here on tax business and is already down on his luck, Mr Henderson is not going to improve things for him. I turn back to Mrs Chin's Bookkeeping. I wish she would write things out instead of just handing me a fistful of receipts at the end of every financial year. 18X22+56x87.45+100x44+58.55x32

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It's like a shadow lurking in the corner of my eye
I see it when my mind is most at ease
I hear it in the dawn and dusk
It's enchanted song plays for me in the moon lit breeze
I hear it in the crash of the waves to the sand
I smell it in the cold salted air as it stings my face
I dream of it all night, but loose it as i wake
Then it begins to gnaw at the edges of my thoughts
Like something important I've forgotten
A debt I've jet to pay?
An appointment that I've missed?

Shadow dreams

Moon shine, night light
Holding hands, lovers lands
Hold me don't let me breath
cause i was lost up in my dreams

I saw the demons in the shadows
I saw the angels in the light
I saw baby's faces smiling
and I saw broken Fathers cry
I saw blood spilt on the floor
I saw the innocent being swept away
I saw what life was like and i don't want to live that way

Darkness all around
No love to be found
Shadows I can see
Hold on there's one of me!

Moon shine, night light
Holding hands, lovers lands
Hold me don't let me breath
cause i was lost up in my dreams.

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Thoughts on life

Just a stray thought on my life.
My life is much like a house of cards. I often picture myself in an empty space standing on a dirt worn earthly ground building a huge house of cards. Some times the earth shakes and quakes and cracks appear in the cards, or in a particularly bad quake they all fall down and i start again. Each card i lay is like a flimsy cardboard decision i have made. Sometimes if the decision was bad the cards fall down. If I make good decisions i can build upon them and as i build more levels to my house those early decisions turn to stone, as i get higher they are enforced with steel and my life becomes set on a track towards something. If i build it well when i am done i can look back and my cards will be made of gold, or perhaps if it all goes wrong they will blow away like smoke and i'll be left exposed homeless and alone. Maybe we never finish and just go on and on until we vanish into the unknown.... .... ....