Merry Christmas, the voice greets me
humbug I mutter under breath
greed hatred jealousy
only things you live with.

Keep to yourself your mirth
I sullenly brood
such lies are too heavy for this earth
done this place no good.

Relations under cloud of doubt
each soul bears a grievous injury
merriment had long gone out
the greet is just empty.

It's a pity you still find it merry
with all the injustice inequity
men classified quartered
children for food bartered.

Merry doesn't the word stink
while some choose what to drink
fuss about the flavor to savor
many reach it by miles' labor.

Merry can't hide away the glum
of human habitats in dingy slums
strewn on pavements under open sky
breathing refuses left to die.

Still, Merry Christmas to you, says the voice
the time is to give and rejoice
the world though truly is what you say
haven’t You, I, We, made it that way?

the world is full of kings
and queens, who blind your
eyes and steal your dreams

the first one
his name was agustus
and he tasted like freshly fallen snow
he used to sing for me
random songs he composed
he'd play on the guitar with only 3 strings
and his hair would fall over his eye
his hair like straw blown soft by that wind that wind of winding mountains
and when he sang to me
of me
even the trees strained to listen
him and his broken down guitar

dig your toes into the sand
take a deep breath and hold one two three
all you have to do is sink

There is a light
In that light, there is clarity
With clarity, one can see
The error of their ways
The truth of who they are
Their deepest desires
With clarity
One can become
Who they were always meant to be
One only has to open their eyes
To see