You will never come home for the holidays or any other day

Mom is drunk, talking ****
Grandma is drunk, laughing at her pain
Dad is drunk, yelling
Aunty is sobbing
Brother locked himself in a room
Cousin won't stop crying
Uncle passed out
I clean up all of their broken pieces with no one left to clean up me

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Yesterday the birds seemed rather peculiar.
The morning was cool, damp, rainey.
A chill went through the air.
Holiday season is here.
People are frantic.
Shopping.
Stressed.
Malls packed.
Mom losing her toddler.
Heart stops, cops called.
ALL due to her lack of concern and sick addiction of society pulling her in to the latest trend, best deal, better product.  
Is it really better?
Or are you being brainwashed?  
Do you need it?
You do zero research. You just believe the retailer.
Ignore your child.
Are you really better?
Then the next person you judge?
They are judging you.
Be careful.
Mom's in tears.
People everywhere.
Good people in the world.
Child found.
Heartbeats again.
Life rethought.
Retail therapy over.
Therapy considered.
Life goes on.
Birds fly by.

Some things reek of
sameness. Winter rain
for instance

driving wind whipping
at light poles, chilling
other thoughtless things.

Christmas coming around
in a few weeks, money tight
with bone-cold breeze.

Five people shot in Oregon.
Happy holidays, please remember
to duck and cover.

I want the edge of Christmas, where the nights look like it's about to snow, and only the brake lights of cars are seen. The chilly air whips your cheeks as you leave the building. And because you know Christmas is coming, the nights don't seem so lonely anymore.

"Of all the Charlie brown's, you're the Charlie Browniest"
Anybody remember that quote?
You know from the Charlie Brown christmas special
I think lucy said that after he Brought in that tree that was broken down and busted

Well, I'm thinking christmas is kinda about that tree,
It was broken down and puny,  but there was beauty in its simplicity

an intrepid inheritance
predicated on delusion
processing profuse refuse an
iconoclastic self-absorption suffusing
each and every molecule
we’re confusing consumption
with an inane ideology

as we choke the atmosphere with
CO2 and pump toxins into
our food will we pause as
the doomsday clock tick-tocks
closer to midnight
and the terror alert
goes code red
to consider that we
are at once
this planet’s cancer
and its cure

if Jesus is truly the
reason for the season
do you suppose he’d
impose on those
who do not
share your faith

for the love of Christ
let’s depose the overlords
the Nazarene opposed
hell
that’s something even
i could get behind

Mary
did you know
that your baby boy
was an anarchist who
practiced non-violence
and met death on a cross
as a terrorist rebelling
against the unjust

to those who deign to
name themselves Christians in
homage to the divine
why profane the memory
of a socialistic hippie who
bred an insurrection and
bled for the cessation
of human conflict
the negation of
self-serving intentions
disguised in capitalism

in the spirit of Christmas
defy the death drive
propelling us towards mass extinction
abandon corporate bookstores
protest in front of city hall
the kingdom of god is within you
so go home
kiss the ones you love for

“if we are not the word of god
then god never spoke”
it’s up to us to recognize
that we ourselves
are progenitors of the divine

Where I belong, or destined to be
Is not exactly clear like
Crystalline doubt with fear in tow.
No,
Not on the ridge where I stand partly
In sky atop a roof not there
In its geometrical theory.
With the straight line
Like hammer to wood
Curved yet target laid,
Walking sticks on top of sticks
I nail my presence to homes
Yet homely to be made.
Not on the porch where lemonaid
Will be poured and yet to be's
Will extend on in time as an
Echo lingers of what no one sees.

I build a home
And leave a peice of me unknown.