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Stephen S Dec 2018
These are the nights of our lives,
Where we laugh and we smile and thrive.
And in moments like this,
That we seal with a kiss,
I love the warm shine of your eyes.

These are the minutes without warning,
When the clock rolls past 2 in the morning.
The good music starts playing,
All the people are swaying.
And the party, it really gets roaring.

These are the best of the hours,
With their wild and mysterious powers.
It’s always so pretty,
To look out on the city,
From our perch at the top of the tower.

These are the greatest of nights,
When we’re lifted to dizzying heights.
It’s just you and me,
Unburdened and free,
As we’re bathed in the glow of the lights.

These are the best of our days,
We are joyful in so many ways.
Anything’s within reach,
As we sit by the beach.
And listen to the crash of the waves.

These are the things that remain,
When we unload the fear and the pain.
Forget what has been,
And if storm clouds roll in,
We’ll run out and dance in the rain.
Stephen S Dec 2018
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
but you're not going to care.
Even if waves of beautiful snow,
are flying through the air.

Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
not really quite your thing.
You're not a festive type of person,
and you don't do caroling.

Silent night, Holy night.
Your house is quiet and dark.
Completely devoid of warmth or light,
Empty and quite stark.

Do you hear what I hear?
Does it ever touch your heart?
Are you content to spend the holidays,
alone and set apart?

I'll have a blue Christmas without you,
but I guess that's what you want.
12/25 all by yourself,
and a New Year just as gaunt.
Stephen S Dec 2018
I'm a good man, I'm just in a bad place
I have a heart for justice, for duty, for grace.

I was raised well and lived in a comforting space.
Taught good defeats evil in the duel of the fates.

As I grew up I found broken hearts, dire straits,
and a large group of people with tears down their face.

I feel as though everything I knew is slowly erased,
and I'm nothing but destined to lose in this race.

So I shall accept my new spot right outside of the gates,
in realization of my rough, new found state.

I'm just small drop of white in an ocean of grays,
I'm a good man, but I'm in a bad place.
Stephen S Dec 2018
Shadows, shadows,
Be my comfort.
Wrap me in
This lonely sleep.
In the coolness of your silence,
In the ocean of your deep.

Shadows, shadows,
I stay weeping,
For that place I cannot go.
And in the night,
I'm gently keeping,
Hold of what, I cannot know.
Stephen S Dec 2018
There's only static on the line,
No one can hear me speak.
My headphone jack just gave it up,
and my battery is weak.

I try to hop on social media,
Even if the app is freezing.
I want to share my latest selfie,
and do all that people pleasing.

I've got a great idea,
For a funny viral prank,
but I can't do much about it,
'cause my camera screen is blank.

I did a software update,
that erased half my conversations.
For a connected person like myself,
That means some huge frustrations.

This thing is looking worn down,
my plastic case is cracked.
Looks like my luck has run its course,
The display just went to black.

I could always buy a newer model,
and gain the status it denotes,
but perhaps instead, I'll walk outside,
to see the world up close...
Stephen S Dec 2018
He's hiding in the details,
Just to offer me a deal.
Everything I ever wanted,
as he awaits my soul to steal.

I see him watching me there,
in the corner of my eyes.
He's slick and cruel and twisted,
a veritable master of disguise.

I won't play his advocate,
I don't want to be his own,
I just want that pesky, awful beast,
to leave me the hell alone.

He won't get my idle hands,
I won't join him to dine.
It's not gonna work, that SOB,
Not on me this time!
Stephen S Dec 2018
Out with the old, in with the new,
This is the work that we do do do.

Clean up the mess, bring out the best,
This is as good as it gets gets gets.

Clear all the debris that your eye can see,
break it loose, let it go, set it free, free, free.

Working so hard, a bit hurt, a bit scarred,
Trudge through the mud in the yard, yard, yard.

In the west, see the sun. The long shift about done,
Pack it in boys, the day is won, won, won!
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