It’s time to remember,
When we hit December,
How quickly the time seems to fly.
We drift through life’s stages
As calendar pages
Proclaim that the year’s slipping by.
We mark off the seasons
For no other reasons
Than habit and need to keep track,
Yet the forward momentum
Makes days – how we spent ‘em –
Worth little, for we can’t go back.
So each month we’re still living,
There’s time for forgiving
And blocking out things that annoy.
Every day of the week
We should wake up and seek
Something out there to bring us some joy.
Christmas time
Visions of little snowmen,
Tinsel in the tree,
It’s that time of year again,
And presents there will be.
You hear the tune, your favourite tune,
You find you sing along,
Getting very excited when…
You hear that Christmas song.
Decorations hanging down,
The bright red jumper craze,
Merriment throughout the town,
As you mark off all the days,
Twinkling lights and glitter balls,
Cards with robins on,
And still you click your fingers when…
You hear that Christmas song.
Advent calendar, chocolate treat,
Several more to go,
Freezing hands and frostbit feet,
Brought on by the snow,
Wondering is it worth it,
When will this be gone?
But still you smile a little bit when…
You hear that Christmas song.
Christmas dinner, turkey feast,
Presents now unwrapped,
The merriment now has ceased,
As the adults take a nap,
Children still excited,
For them it carries on,
But adults now just want some hush,
And not that bloody song.
For one to mark off a box in completion, then comes a sense of joy. But what's confusing is that all the tasks he did as a boy.
To feel what you want to be able to is a privilege of itself, to experience emotions in which you have not felt, sympathy and guilt are on my top shelf.
My bucket list is not filled brim with black cats, nor is it filled with sorrow. Instead i want to reach into my hat, and pull out my feelings of tomorrow.
A feeling in which i have never felt is something i wish to see. As for the thoughts i find inside of myself make it difficult for me to breathe.
Longing to be pushed into other shoes, i do my best to make them fit. But with the blisters and the rashes I should probably assume that their just not my width.
Appreciation of the Small
Drinking yesterday’s coffee,
not throwing it out.
Looking around at the four walls.
They are still there…and I am still here.
Time has lost all meaning.
I had to look at a real calendar.
I have begun to mark off the days,
with giant X’s.
They seem somehow comforting,
angry and alienating at times too.
I am holding up.
My family is well.
No one is sick so far.
But we have all been changed.
Not in a small way.
Dramatically.
How many socks does any one person need?
How many shoes, at one time?
How many pens in the drawer?
Paper unwritten upon,
but yet holding the promise of something,
Yet to come…
Take from this,
all of this…
Learn something you did not know before.
Do life differently when next you are…
given the chance to;
say hi to a friend,
hug a loved one,
walk a dog without care.
Plant flowers in the sun,
ride your motorcycle for fun…
Tonight I tasted true insanity
Thing is it wasn't just them it was me.
Tonight this night as I live and breathe
Evil I feel evil I hear and evil I see.
Hate vengeance paranoia and my God the pain,
His sorrow, hurt, his grief can you imagine the drain.
The venom spilled from him each time a head turned
Then I would see those same lips move as I heard spoken concern.
The truth is.. hes all my heart begged for this time.
The whole truth screw the rhyme
My life
My world
My emotional vice
Your love
Your passion
Your eyes that entice
I can't make this day brighter
Like a candle needs fire you are my lighter.
The day is lost gray and sickly
Wishing its end and even more quickly
Needing to mark off yet another wasted day
Ready for my purpose and to be on my way
The agony I feel from each loss more desolate than before
I don't know if it's worth journeying any more.
You took my very being polished and brightly revealing.
You took the coal and made a diamond
For that alone I'll never need reminding.
For wherever you may roam
Where ever we merge together is the place and moment I am home.
My warm body's on permanent loan to Big Pharma;
I am chancing my health but could care less for karma.
All that money they pay is too good to refuse;
So with minimal risk I have little to lose.
Man, I shovel their food and I watch lots of cable;
And I gain as much weight as I'm possibly able.
I will sleep like Prince Charming awaiting a kiss
From young nurses so sweet their mere presence is bliss.
I can do what I want from pre-dawn to late night
Just as long as I don't give the staffers a fright.
I take nice, long hot showers until I'm beet red;
Some warm milk with six cookies, and then on to bed.
It's pure Heaven, I tell you, it's every man's dream;
You relax all the time, eat desserts with whipped cream,
Then you mark off each day as it languidly fades,
Blithely block out the world by extending the shades.
So work smarter, not harder, all you Type-A's out there;
And let stress be a kind of a fast fading nightmare
Out of which you've been wakened by a woman's soft voice
As she calls you to breakfast, and makes note of your choice.