Tonight I sit quietly
Trying to keep what I'm about to do
Personal
Just the way I like it
Between me and my demons
I choose to fight with a single blade
Across the skin is where the battles held
Bubbles of red break the surface
Like the dawn of the sun
Until they too break and drip away
I keep these precious crimson tears
In mason jars.
Never to forget the times
The demons didn't win

December finally comes.
unexpected and awaited we huddle in our own social circles
blocking the cold with exchanged hot air and shared *******,
complaints a quick fix to so many of our daily issues.
Snow piles beneath our feet and we continue forward
dour moods no excuse for falling production, we must be
productive.
We must give quamtifiable results so we may look back on our endeavours
and claim them a success.
Imagine if they tracked us like they do our hours,
followed us as closely as these stories we are forced to tell to noone,
do you think they'd enjoy the insight?
Or would we resume our spot in their eyes as those children,
adolescents lost and cpnfused willing to sacrafice their time for nothing
more than community and experience.

D ec ember en d s
a long week
punctuated by quickened pace
and short days spent under the hum of everything weighing down on you.
i lost it once,
hyena laughter braying through dark skies
at nothing..
or am i just forgetting something again.
Let's turn around,
I'll check the cabinet
if you help me disappear.

Every scourge came from your smile.
Winter pains its scrawl,
instead of shelter
must I expect a barren land.
Your lies still turns sour (corner)
instead of want I felt hunger
Is this is your predilection?

Mothergreen
Meant to be ponder
Astounding,breathtaking
Dominating faculties of mind.
Despairs,overtax  
Should never exists
Breath in love breeze,taste the magic.

Families who pray together stay together, that is true.
Families should pray together because it's the right thing to do.
Families who pray together will please God and they will be blessed.
Families need to pray together because many marriages are a mess.

she didn't look back to see the tears as they crawled
or my tired fingers that snapped with a click
she didn't look to see my trousers high rolled
or my cheeks turn pink especially the left that did twitch
but I wanted her to do it so that I would see her last look
needing to know her final description in our book
I needed to see the reality of how our radar gets shredded
and how she was holding that moment I dreaded
there were questions in my heart that one glance
should have answered like whether there would be another chance
I was sick watching her leave as I grieved
I tried so hard to disguise that I was weak from disbelief
was it all a lie, was that the sour taste that seasoned goodbye?
was the tree not deep enough in ground that it had to die
simply due to the drought of a few weeks doubt?
she didn't look back even when she reached the last bend
that would our visibility totally end
yet I still told myself she would, that we weren't done
as I sat down torn between running
after her or just looking on at a heart burn
with untold fires of rage, and murderous yearning
maybe I should have followed her and begged some more
but if a week wasn't enough to do it could a minute avert her 'No'?
it was a blunt knife plunged to the hilt into my flesh
and mercilessly twisted for me to have a maximum feel
it was spittle right onto my favourite dish when I've starved over a month
it was a cancer at it's last stages slowly eating me away
wanting to chew over and over the little flesh
left on my feeble bones to mere pulp
or a noose helplessly ******* out the little life left
and I wishing I didn't kick the support under my feet
beckoning someone to come to my rescue and cut the rope
but the gnawing tightness around my neck stealing my desperate cry
and even after that bend I still adorably saw her right there
I saw her close to me and I saw her everywhere
how could I not see her everywhere when for years
she was my pillar, my strength and palm that wiped my tears?
I fell back to the ground and looked straight to the afternoon sun
without blinking,all my existence in ecstasy
and in the nothingness I knew that was the last dot
of happiness in my lifetime I would ever see
And as I in vain implored myself to be strong
I only grew weaker wondering what really went wrong

you're *******? hey... watch me...*

oh right, i shaved the mane
of my lion,
while you cut the mohawk
of your cockerel before
9a.m. resounded
to the first worms eaten
for reasons to be eager
and applaud; i told you turkeys
hide their testicles in their
supposed larynx sacks: they gurgle
on purpose, it's like imitating
goosebumps with clarity and distinguishing accents.

You stand in the darkness of the shadow cast
By the bright light of the future as it collides with the past.
You can't peek around to determine the source--
And here in the present they define your course.