At the edge of a flower field, a girl hangs on the white picket fence that
separates her from the other side
She rests her chin in her hand, and watches
As shadows are summoned and twisted to shape
Anxiously searching for the silhouette
Of the boy who walks fearlessly among them

She doesn't know him per se
But she can't help feeling the fear he seems to not

He is the boy who breeds the shadows
And he must have some secret to controlling the dark that she does not know
Is it the song? she wonders
That he plays out night after night, note for note?

Because she has always know the dark to have teeth
And surely anyone who spends so much time with shadows
is bound to be bit

It's wishful thinking
to assume any stance of control
Yet that is what the boy who breeds shadows has done

She strains her eyes into the twilight of the other side
And her shoulders sag in relief as his outline comes into sight

How does he do this, night after night? she marvels

The sunlight gets brighter behind her, so bright it blinds her from inside and turns her side of the fence into a stage, in which the curtain is up and the show must go on.

I know, I know, I have a job to do. I'm coming, she sighs.

Bye, she whispers over the fence to the boy who can't hear her and the shadows that  swallow up the space between them.

She picks up her smile and turns to put on her performance, but her mind is still with the boy who breeds shadows.

*How does he do it?

Feel his pain so strongly
That for a fleeting moment
You want to go jump off a bridge
It doesn't get any easier

Death tends to speak sweeter words than Life
Only twice today did I cave and listen

I cannot cry for myself, but I will cry for you

What does Santa have to do with Jesus
Or an egg-laying rabbit for that matter.
People who think this crap up must be
As mad as Lewis Caroll’s Mad Hatter.
I mean, these same store owners
Got those stories from somewhere.
Then put them out generously for
Gullible parents so freely to share
With kids grown greedy by the lack
Of parental care and nurturing
Not to mention pablum, for real
As the family thing was rupturing.

Where did that rabbit come from?
It never made sense at all to me.
How did those ******* up genetics
Get dragged into the nursery?
It defies belief that anyone over eight
Ever bought in to the silly tale.
It was always so obvious to me
That it was all to make a sale.
So, first there was fat man and sleigh
Flying at blinding electronic speed.
With ungainly flying reindeer as
What passes for valiant steeds.

Next we have a bunny who hides
Millions of gaudy hard boiled eggs
Then apparently hops right off
On some very confused short legs.
Did I leave out the Tooth Fairy?
Now, that is a real piece of work.
I really believed that pillow thing.
My god was I ever a young ****!
There might be someone else besides
Fecund rabbit, fat men and a fairy.
If they hadn’t brainwashed us so early
This whole mishagas would be scary.

Ballooning tissue
Lips chewed raw
Surprising blood and horror
A dog’s chew toy
Skin pressed tight swollen to bursting point so tight splitting
Synapse stretched and snapping
Sinews torn like bits of cloth like flesh from bone
Numb
Day by day on
Screens

Christmas,
I may not follow the religion,
But i love this festival,
It is celebrated in all region,
Beautiful decorations,
With the couple's if red and white,
And the festive celebrations,
The Christmas spirit,
Is one of a kind,
The time to exchange gift,
Little kids wait for Santa Clause,
But their plan has a flaw,
They fall asleep,
Next morning they run,
To the Christmas tree,
And sprawled below it,
Is gifts received from Santa... Free,
Families get together,
Happiness is in the air,
And its snows forever,
Setting up a Christmas tree,
Setting lights outside,
In the breeze,
The joy of Xmas,
Is beautiful,
And lovely

And so
Fog

Descends.

Fields from train
Disappeared

And luxurious
Time

Lost,
Sacrificed