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J Christmas Feb 22
Never let anyone tell you
How ****** up a person is
Pointing at Her or Him
At them or here with
Disdain dressed
To look like despair
God damns the
Sanctimony of fools
Black robes
Far worse for the wear
Let em point at me
I have not a care
Because just like them
I am Jack the Ripper.    I am St. Paul
I sifted salt with Ghandi
And I slit throats with King Saul
I am the ****** Mary
I hear the knocking
on my door  
It may just be the neighbor
A fiend looking to fix me
Or to score.   Either way
We’ve all been here
Countless times maybe more
Its eternity that's calling  
Remember living forever?
Before you were ever born?
I've offered every solace
I've mended every fall  
I’ve turned the other cheek
And the pious broke my jaw
My work here is near done
And trust me I had a ball    
So shed not a tear
Nor curse me to befall      
For soon you will be me
And I will be you all.
Copyright 2019 John D Christmas
J Christmas Jan 19
Amillion steel pin ****** divine
each day closer to death we climb
crystal shards bejewel the sky
While
The Cities beneath me
Kicking and crying
But all I hear is goodbye
-
Unreason not able
Why are these ****** Not stabled
Just wanderin
Thru this fable
stubbed my toe
on your god of stone
That litters this river
We all flow
So
Let’s dance in this
Technicolor bliss
And never ending showers
of little lead gifts
human disinfectant
for where the slime live
Where the slime live
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Broken bones remind the soul
of the all violence that’s been sold
All the while racing toward
that ever after
We once called home
No more
boiling jealousy
envious bedroom eyes
hideous tongues beguile
Thick salavatory lies
Lifeless imbeciles
Revolving doors
carnivorous smiles  
covetous masturbators
**** Gazing while
Justice is *******
Coming a little premature
Serving our just deserves
oh my libertine
How I loathe to
See you In chains
If their speed is good enough for 6 yr olds
Then it’s safe enough for me
HEY!!!!!
I want my! I want my! I want my
methamphetamine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I got too many middle fingers
Shoot straight from the cuff
Humans might lose the race
Oh well, close enough
Outlawed truth and reason
But here, I just took a dump
Never waste a good crisis
My Re-elected incumbents
Gotta Fill Them Prisons
Protest prices ‘cause
Dollars fill the fists
Along the streets uprisen
HEY!!!
Whats the policy on returns?
I’m just not happy with this
Oblivion
-
broadcast opinions
Regimental TV
Coerced confession
global stupidity
Yes, I’d like to report a hijacking
0f another species
Endangered or
Polluted at best
Just Don’t forget to breath
Oh yeah, you’re dead
Copyright2018 John D Christmas
J Christmas May 2017
Pyro maniacle greed
The piles of the obese
Will burn a thousand years
I saw the sun blink like the eye
Of a dark matter serpant coiled ready to strike forked tongue and slithering
To take us home
Open the door past the astral
Beatific infernal
Last sunset
Funeral pyre
Blessed to watch Witness to the fortunes fall

Old sun our ruin
See thru the eye of a dark matter serpent
Coiled tight venom dripping
From the sky
The forked tongue savors me

See clear your demise
You are no differ from slime
Miscreants and pious all dine
On the pyroclastic funeral pyres
The smoke of your bones
Cast your last hope and prayer
liars and their bile
To cold black despair
So many lives laid bare
The truth to you now bones
You let it slip thru your hands
Your one gift and you blew it
Spread across desert sands
Alien worlds 
  skinned serpants    
Embreonic soup de jour
new poisons
John D. Christmas
Copyright 2017
J Christmas May 2017
I ducked off into the alley there, you know,  off the busy streets and on where i can at least, catch my breath. Secure in the by ways and the side ways i found myself in. Another alley no one in their right mind would be taking. Andthere,  i meet a man cold and shaking. I give him my jacket and asked why are you out here? He looks into me and says, "same reason as you...no one ever got me." And that left me here thinking untill long after i was dead.
John D.Christmas
Copyright 2017
J Christmas Sep 2016
Deisaster

Your soft and crooked hands performed your tragic miracles
Raced  away.    left the scene
Gave the magic of machines to  
the fools.
And looked the other way

God bless the rest of us with your ultra - violent rays
Take another rib from her and build a better *****

We could never see the path before us
but then for every step we took
We took one back the other way
Punished every son
'cause mom lead dad astray
Ignorance maybe bliss but a little knowledge is pain

My bitter noxious wanderings left you wanting/ needing control
Plowing up this wasteland
Waiting for the poison to dissolve
I laugh at your commands and let consequences be ******
I chose the lake of fire because your love i repremand

God bless the rest of us with your ultra-violent rays
Take the extra rib from her and build a better *****
Besides the only time we mind you is when we're laying in our grave
I tried to drink your water but copper is all i taste.

The leech prays to me I named and feed him this disease
You smoke my prayers and condemn my dreams
What's all this talk about being free?
Cut out my tongue for blasphemy

God bless the rest of us with your ultra-violent rays
Take a the extra rib from her and build a better *****
If heaven is full of zombies
Just leave me in my grave

God bless the rest of us with your ultra-violent rays
Take the ******* rib from her and build a better *****
We were cursed from the beggining and now all our ends are frayed
  God bless the rest of us with your ultra-violent ways
*Copyright 2016 John D. Christmas
J Christmas Dec 2012
A minute amount of madness
A smidgen of disregard
Every act a flagarant mirror
Of the surrounding Bizaar
*copyright JohnD.Christmas 2012
J Christmas Dec 2012
All that's left of what remains
Are rythemz of a ****** Reign.
Now the shadows of a shallow grave
are long dark streaks that will not save
the memories of being young.
The brand new tastes upon the tongue
linger lightly on the air.
Aparitions of what's not there.
All those things just out of reach.
Like Live Sand Dollars on the Beach.
*copyright JohnD.Christmas
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