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Inflated Santa
Naked trees crying out in the streets They have lost all their perpetual leaves Nude branches shooting up in the stagnant air Whispering something that you have to hear A stinking smell permeates the atmosphere And the birds are flying everywhere They land in the hollow of the dirty trunks Looking for something that cannot be done Winter is riding and the cold is cutting the rock stones and the woodpeckers are jumping around They are mimicking themselves and ripping the guts of the sufferers pie and listening to the mothers cry The birds are murmuring too they are locked down in the trees looking at me and you because they do not know what's civil to do The tennis court is bare and empty where is everybody a town filled with big houses and bloodless faces Nobody seems to be having fun everyone is on the run Cars going up and down the street searching for a Christmas treat The boys are angry because they can hardly feed their family I sat on the wall at English Oaks looking at the sun as it goes down The golden sun lit up the dark blue sky making melody as it passes by I embraced her charm and felt her warmth running through my vein igniting a powerful energy that embolden everybody The golden sun disappeared and night suddenly draws near grey clouds rolled over the night sky bidding daylight an awesome goodbye The rain clouds appear getting ready to meet with me and you Washing away the fear and light the torch in the air Big houses standing on the hill with no rightful owner dwelling within Darkness peeps through the giant windows sill everything looked cold and dim Cars and trucks parading up and down the street disturbing my stable heart beat pumping up malicious blood forcing me to join the Christmas madness And reminisce the winter sadness Here I am at English Oak standing tall with the heavens call There is something special about English Oak Whenever I sit here the Gods always have something to share This morning I sat at this spot and a powerful light from the sky spill its energy all over me leading me to my destiny I am sitting on a wall that is steady and strong and the oak tree will last very long It will spread its branches to eternity and protect my privacy I walked around the neighborhood observing the faded street lights while examining the blazing Christmas lights The vacant houses are string with lights to keep out intruders and to paint a ridiculous picture about their owners They are not around to celebrate Christmas in this town Big mac, big man, big ship,big land and a piece of paradise to pay the price You blow up Santa clause and string him up with glittery lights because that's your delight But the inflated Santa is loosing air Pump him up and and he will loose air The inflated Santa is the people's clown Dress in red and is walking around the town The inflated Santa has no gift to share Stay away from him or your lights will grow dim These are the words I hear while I was sitting on the wall at English Oaks
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