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Our picture frame window
Is garlanded with evergreen limbs
Twined in white twinkling lights pinecones and fairy bells
And outside
From the dinner time dark that is a week before Christmas
Santa waves
Lit up like a little lantern
The hope for snow
Anymore
Any year
Has become as nostalgic as Perry Como
Singing from the static of AM radio
Golden retriever
Snuggles to my left
An arm rest
Our three-legged black cat
Asleep between my outstretched legs
Compensates
Dreams of a human leg attached to her empty hind joint
Cozies closer
Meows as if she’s running and leaping
Proper
My wife
On the other couch
Dressed in a red Christmas sweater
Her face clear and elegant as a glass ornament
Carefully preserved to our tree’s highest branch
Perhaps swaying alone in the living room
To the furnace vent
Our orange and white cat
A travel pillow
Wrapped
To the back of her neck
I can hear her purring from way over here
“What a shame Charlie Brown has been stolen
From us all
By Apple TV.” I say
“At least we have the memory.” My wife suggests
“Remember his destitute tiny tree
Decorated by Snoopy Lucy Linus and all their friends?
“And then together
They serenaded the snow falling
With Hark the Herald Angels Sing?”
“Yes I remember so well
It’s ancient message
First released
“From the year of my birth.”
My mind turns Autumn,
again
And my thoughts undress from coherence
I can sense that my scarlett feelings
Are trying to escape?
I was reading stars from my tea-cup
today
but conversing with future tends to sadden me
Did I say:
My mind turns Autumn
Again ?
I keep envisioning sunsets from past weeks
back then the air liked to mutter a
peach-coloured scent and I
(watching the softly falling rain)
Muttered along
My mind turns Autumn
Again
I know I will walk those streets with a sense
of this beauty being too much to comprehend
I wrote a letter to a friend saying I missed
a true connection but that such beauty
Compensates ? (For that)
My mind turns Atumn,
again
I'm afraid
That nothing can really mitigate this
Sense
(ation)
I think I must paint
a bird who returns to his nest
(Like the birds in my head)
My mind becomes Autumn
again
The dim past houses warriors of yesterday
whose lachrymose trail of tears
continue to whet the sympathy of one diehard
dilettante commissar born and bred
upon the soil those indigenous Tribes
(with that ill-fitting misnomer of noble savages)
left their legendary mythic and epic legions of prowess
yet fell prey to a mightier force
whereby treasonous treaties played on innocence and naiveté
interestingly and ironically enough memorializing such mighty peoples
thru place names and sports teams
which patronage ranks as mere condescension
and barely compensates for compensation and vindication
for genocide plus gross mistreatment and sacrilege
of token Native American remnants
corralled on dirt poor reservations
still evoking the tormented ghosts of a forgotten time.
there is a war within the mind that we do not understand
the esoteric knowledge that invokes every man
the human being is more then physical flesh and bone
because the body of the spirit is not it's eternal home
the being of a human is mind, body and soul
but the collective conscience connects each being as a whole
we exude the energies within us that manipulate each thought
as we accept the patterns of what the mind was taught
but if there is a balance within God's creation
how does one confirm thats its not manipulation?
for the forces that may be tend to be hidden from the eye
as the mind compensates the truth for what we call a lie
if there is evil in the world how do we know it exists?
is it only in the mind for the mind to resist?
or does this evil affect our spiritual and physical beings?
or do we intentionally forget until we believe what we are seeing?
knowledge may be creation but wisdom is the knowing
creating a hand grenade is not the same as throwing
there is a balance in life that many physically understand
but to comprehend the spiritual balance one must reach into the heart of man
Jesus spoke of love to help tip back the scale
but many denied the word believing the truth to be a tale
if this world was built on deception, secrecy and lies
how do we repent the world if we do not open our eyes?
how can man forgive the world for the laws it has transgressed?
unless man is faithfully willing to put his spirit to the test
to know thyself is a gift from every collective mind
as reality begins to drift into the vastness of father time
the epox of self-awareness is the beginning of a spiritual endeavor
as the journey of mortal legs walk into the land of forever
the path that was laid before the man who can see but lives without sight
was created to test his faith not his strength nor his might
time between seasons passes slow
Impatient we are as leaf buds grow
Carefree summer takes her time
A sudden chill - unwanted snow
As slowly the sun begins to climb
time between seasons passes slow
Crocuses bloom announcing Snowdrops
Daffodils come as a sudden surprise
Azaleas flower as bright as lollipops
Forsythias glow like a golden sunrise
time between seasons passes slow
Idle leaves deepen in rustic tones
Sun fires the chameleon call of fall
Scent of smoke - autumn chill condones
All is golden to enthrall
time between seasons passes slow
No longer remote winter blasts its way
Its beauty - snow on coal dark wood
Compensates for days of gray
As if somehow it could make good.
time between seasons passes slow
the time between the seasons
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Euphoria is grand
Not the drug induced brand
But the genuine high
When you’re ruling the sky
When your body pulsates
Nothing else compensates
Everything falls away
There’s no night and no day
Just that moment in time
When each touch is sublime
Your whole body’s ablaze
The surrounding’s a haze
Psychedelic it seems
You’re living the dreams
And you know this is real
The ecstasy you feel
You don’t want it to end
There’s no way to pretend
Then the world stops to spin
And you know it’s a sin
But you want your next fix
Of his love’s magic mix
Euphoria is grand
I mean LOVE’S special brand.
Eileen Manassian Ghali