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When I think of the world I see you
All the bad and the ugly is clouded from view
And I got what I wanted
Even so
A life full of joy to never let go

The thoughts of the past are amiss
I savior these moments and your tender kiss
This love of ours is divine
You stole my heart
A non-punishable crime

Stop and see your beauty
Transcendent and great
You go through me
Protect yourself from the harm
No longer foster pain
Lift your sleeve to clean arms

Enter a state beyond this and see your greatness unfold
Potent bliss

Yours truly I write and I promise it's true
You help me get through the nights and the days I don't rue
Within the Octave of Christmas

For Eldon Edge, Patron of Christmas Bonfires

The wan, weak winter sun has long since set
And on the edge of stars a merry fire
Sends sparks to play among the tinseled frost
That decorates the fields for Christmas-time.
Within this holy octave, happy men
Concelebrate with beer, cigars, and jokes,
This liturgy of needful merriment.

Because

The Holy Child is safe in Mary’s arms,
Saint Joseph leans upon his staff and smiles,
The shepherds now have gone to watch their sheep,
And all are safe from Herod for a time.

Our Christmas duty now is to delight
In Him who gives us joy this happy night.
The moment you came,
Viciously haunts my mind,
Ribcage piercing out of your chest,
Subtle brittle voice,
Weakened limbs resting on me.
I stood still, I soothed your raw face.
I heard the angels - and,
They were calling out your name
In this poverty, my darling,
You could not stay.
So I sacrificed your soul
And the deed was done
I lost my son
But gained an angel up in the heaven above.
You
How many cigarettes had I smoked,
Trying to get rid of you, with each exhale.

How much alcohol had I drank,
Trying to drown the thoughts of you.

How many lips had I kissed,
To wash away the taste of yours off mine

But nothing.

I think I'll always love you.
And I shall mix
my true feelings
with creative words
inside poetic vat of mind.
Churning carefully with spoon like pen
until its flavor is just right.
Blending words together
until they make a splendid porridge for eyes.

Sometimes it shall be hot
with dark words that strike
with spice-like tones perhaps to burn eyes.  

Other times,
with passionate waves of love
that sooth and provides blanket of light.  

And when mixture is emptied
upon vellum tablecloth,
I will take a stroll in breath
before once again
I’m inside the kitchen of my mind.

So do come to my table of verse
and taste it to fuel your heart.
It’s not fattening and I offer it freely
welcoming your company.
inspired by Rye Singh Thank you
As light crept into my bedroom window..
I slowly blinked my tired eyes open..
I instantly regretted waking up again without you..
I remembered that this time last year you were with me... In my arms and I remember feeling...
Whole... Complete...
Thanking the heavens for you...

But here I lie once again without you..
Wondering where you are...
And if you're thinking about me...


I wonder if my heart will ever forget to remember.....
That I can't remember to forget you....
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