Itchy white sweater
A day before December
Bells are ringing,
Ringing, singing
“Hallelujah, Hallelujah”
The people are singing
Commotion and speed walking, don’t be late!
The first day of advent,
2 lowly snowflakes falling
Too early,
And they disintegrate into the cement.
Statues of angles, and Jesus, our savior.
The bells stop ringing
And begins, “Our father who art in heaven..”
My tongue knows what to say
But we are all silent in our sin
Sinning, remorse.
Then, miraculously
He cries
Or maybe it’s a she
A Little baby.
But their cry gives a weight to the words
“Our kingdom come”
Faces turn, including mine, all guilty
While the one crying has nothing on their record.
“Thy will be done”
Their mother is smiling, stressed, shushing her bundle of joy
Who’s singing sweetly for them, for us.
Crying, pouting
Peace in the innocence of her tears
Like those 2 little snowflakes that came alone, brave
Before their harsh, downcast winter storm
“As we forgive those,”
Voices fade
“Who trespass against us”
And light pours upon the sweet child
Loving arms hold her tight, away from everything around.
Time moves fast.
“And lead us not into temptation..”
Their cry becomes desperate, louder
The mother is pleading, “shh, shh, it’s okay.”
And I die inside.
Little baby sneezes
Then pouts, again.
The cry, carrying the problems of all
Every insult,
“But deliver us from evil.”
Every regret.
“Amen.”
Every forced smile and somber moment.
And everything sits down,
All the stars in the sky,
For the poor, poor child.
No worry in those eyes,
I wish she wouldn’t stop crying
For the evil in the world.
My heart cries along with her
And together we are reassured that love exists.
“Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.”

Thy evening candle’s flicker glows like stars at night
Through gentle breezes borne by evening’s smoke
Debris left by day’s fierce returning flare
Best known in twilight’s tending, hidden care
From dawn to dusk the candle endures,
Once belonged to the man who’d take walks by the shores
For his imprint on the earth is forever spoke
By the chirps of the birds and melted wax on the floors
Of mother earth’s grassy plains
And in the memories of those who by his passing have been torn
Though unspoken wishes remain,
Once let by his tongue, in the rain he adored.
Clinging desperately onto the wind that carries
Until his words are lost in thy golden flame,
And his speech gone in dust by it’s own accord.

Fishing line
How do you find the time?
Fishing line
On a day so sublime
Cast into the river, for some innocent fish to die
Fishing line..
It’s
you

Oh it’s always been you

That never waits for tomorrow
Who feeds on sorrow
Quite proactive indeed..
But for all the wrong reasons

Oh
you

Why has it come to this?
How can a single string of white cause so much pain?

It makes me question wars,
Nukes,
And bombs

Murders of all kind

When it’s been you,
Fishing line..
how do you find the time?

Unbound chaos crafted by illegal hands
beautiful tragedies in the eyes of 2 sides
A vandal’s artwork so articulate it’s a crime
We’ll never know their name or the history of how they came to be
But only imagine in the graffiti we see
Dashing expression, in spontaneous speed
Lovely locomotive tapestry

Is it just me
Or is everything around suspicious?

Malicious lies, intent unknown,
Poison spread by the government themselves
They want to **** us all!
Population control,
Multi media distraction, the slow seeping of knowledge
Middle class, twice removed
Vaccines = Down syndrome
Pharmaceuticals want us to be sick
All their information’s a trick
For our voice to be shunned

****** plots
Web of lies
Certain celebrity parties
Purposeful inflation
Closing of numerous investigations
No found explanations
Aliens..
CIA experimentations
9/11, an inside job
John F. Kennedy’s arranged assassination
New world order
Project 2025
Nuclear war? only the rich will survive

Oh how the human mind is filled with such ideas..
But then again, how do you know I’m not one of them

King’s reigning hand on top of his jester’s cap
Wind in both their eyes, and fire descending from the sky

Snow in oblivion.

King’s castle down unto the earth
He knew the bet was lost- known for a long time.
And thy nursing vines regrow
Although not accustomed to the distorted confusion,
Of reality.
Alongside, The moon pours it’s sympathy down upon them
It’s hands on nature’s heart

Snow in oblivion

Tantalizing thoughts rush through the blood
In king’s veins
His hand still resting upon the cap
Tears stream down his opulent clothes,
Wealth matters no longer.
His laughing companion for a short while remains quiet
His once vibrant chuckle,
Now only an echo that continues across the horizon.
The silence moves mountains,
Forces a slight bow of his head,
His cap falls slow-motion.

Snow in oblivion

And bravely he takes the hand of his lord,
Picks up a sharped piece of limestone from the castle
His grand, insubstantial castle,
And slowly pushes it into the hand
Deeper
please
Deeper.
King does not move
He yearned to suffer for something,
Needed, longed for it
Is what his flesh manifested into his heart
And the silence, suspended by his “royal” blood
gushing forth from his skin

Drop, drip
Snow in oblivion.

It was neither’s fault for the world’s collapse
Eventually it was bound to transpire.
Nothing was of merit forthwith,
Their sole purpose forgotten,
Stolen.

Falling with no intention,
He lays with himself
And fantasizes of an age where his resolve was absolute
Now the only motive is to end it all
And wait for his mirth to recover from the edges of his world;
Bring him value- he cannot produce

They are the oblivion in snow

1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
    my God, in whom I trust.”
3 Surely he will save you
    from the fowler’s snare
    and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night,
    nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
    nor the plague that destroys at midday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand,
    but it will not come near you.
8 You will only observe with your eyes
    and see the punishment of the wicked.
9 If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
    and you make the Most High your dwelling,
10 no harm will overtake you,
    no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
    to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
    so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
    you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14 “Because he[b] loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble,
    I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.”