Just Wanted To Say…

Seasons greetings to everyone
On this Christmas Eve
The big day is only a sleep away
And I hope that you find peace

That you share it with loved ones
Or very dear friends
And take pleasure in the gifts you receive

That you eat and drink
Delicious food
Surrounded by sparkly things

I’m lighting candles and saying prayers
That those I care for are well
I’m thankful for the little things
That we cannot buy or sell

I hope that love flows
Through everyone’s hearts
And that wishes you make come true

That happiness reigns
Throughout the coming year
And you enjoy what is best for you

So Merry Christmas
And blessings galore
Whether you’re near or far

Let this time
Bring out the best in you
And those you hold close to your hearts.

The Patriarch

Why is it always a war zone
Whenever we’re in the same room?
The words you hurl
Cut like a knife
Jagged edges
Rip through me and wound

Lacerations so deep
I’ll never recover
They tear in to my very soul
Thought at least
You’d mellow with age
But the venom’s still there now you’re old

I run away
In pieces again
Torn apart by the things you’ve said
It shatters my heart
Every single time
As the onslaught resounds in my head

And Christmas is always
The worst time of all
Seems you store it all up for that
A pressure cooker of bitterness
Then you blow and go on the attack

Annihilating everyone
You somehow claim to love
Gunning them down with vitriol
Remorselessly spilling their blood

And then you wonder
Why you’re alone
Save for one you’ve managed to shackle
A hostage no less
In a prison of fear
Subjugated, down-trodden
From the battle

A life sentence it seems
For all concerned
Blurred lines t’ween the present and past
Unforgiving eternally
Seems you’ll rage ‘til you breathe your last

And what of this ‘child’
You claim to cherish
Who you repeatedly drive from her ‘home’?
Disconnecting her from her family
So that she has to suffer and roam?

I will never understand you
And will always lament
That you were given to me
Try as I might
A silver lining to find
Thus far it’s impossible to see

Swinging In Frosty The Meadow

The child on the swing
Deep in thought
Began to sing
And called out to God

“Embrace me”, said she,
“I’m feeling lost,
Take me in your arms,
Let me feel your touch”.

Rocking was she
Suspended in her cradle
Loosing track of time
Her heart laid out on the table

And then a robin appeared
Landed right by her side
He turned to her, red breast aflame
In the glorious morning sunlight

He hopped around her
Never averting his gaze
He cocked his little head
And then flew off to another place

The child on the swing felt soothed
T’was almost Christmas after all
Thus the sugary frost on the grass
And the robin who’d answered her call

Suggested that all would be well
If she trusted and just checked in
She held the key to the sacred chamber
Where they waited for her to begin

To commune with them
Her soul family
Who would listen without dismay

To all her woes and happy tales
And who then
Words of wisdom would say

They never left her
T’was she who didn’t visit
Thus she floundered there for a while

The lines were down
She was disconnected
And frankly the feeling was vile

Like a boat cast out on the ocean
With its compass spinning around
Battered by the waves and the wind
The tide almost ran her aground

But at last she’d found her anchor
And lowered it quickly to stop
Her vessel making her dizzy
Set adrift and running a-mock.

 

Mirror, Mirror

When you look in the mirror 

Do you like what you see?

Not talking appearances here

This isn’t about vanity 

I’m asking you can you look yourself in the eye?

Knowing what you have done?

Just because nobody found out

Doesn’t mean that you have won

For you have to live with it every day
Your conscience ringing that bell

Incessantly til it just won’t go away

Thus your life is a living hell
Is your reflection 

Like the portrait of Grey?

Rotting and deteriorating from within?
Does it get uglier 

With every passing day?

Each and every time you sin?
Depicting you as you really are

When examined from the inside out?

For that’s where it counts and where lies the truth

Not in the lipstick you wear on your mouth
That mask you wear is a disguise

A painting that hides the cracks 

A flimsy cover for secrets and lies

Until karma you in the face smacks
For heed these words

It all comes around

And one day there’ll be nowhere to run
So make hay now

While the sun shines

Until justice to you is done.