This jar is full of tears cried in vain and all for you If you drowned in them you'd feel the way I do Firm packed words and memories all you've left me with The notion that everlasting love is just a myth Taken handfuls of pills every morning and night None of which bring me closer to feeling alright And flung on wall are my remaining ***** to give My lack of concern I'll ask you to forgive They did not protest I plucked them from my chest Happy to be free from the bars in my breast Replenishing what was surrendered The air That is the curse of being forced to care The clothesline of ***** laundry hung to dry In past would be reason to cry Burdened with knowledge of the atrocity I am Blessed I no longer give a ****
Locked in this glass jar I stare at the stars Replaying my past scars Things that are so far Rocking in this endless ocean Always in motion Sometimes I can't breathe I can feel death creeping in Playing its neverending violin Where did this all begin? Death plays its endless notes for me Wishing to be free As I stare at the endless sea Death holds me by the hand He is the only one who can understand ~28/3/21
I was thinking if ever I went to Bethlehem for Christmas Then Bethlehem would have had two Stars I'd be there shining mightily like I do And all the people, they'd suddenly say from afar Look! Look yonder...yonder lies a Star There's another Star, another Star in Bethlehem Look! He's in there drinking, drinking at the bar He's just having... just having himself a jar The Other Star...the Other Star of Bethlehem.
And then they'd all gather around me excited saying You're the Other Star, the Other Star of Bethlehem And I'd say "I'm the what, the Other, the Other Star of Bethlehem Well that ain't exactly very flattering Maybe I don't want to be 'the Other Star'". So I'd think for a second "Why not call me instead, call me... the Czar, the Czar of Bethlehem Then the Star could be the Star again And me! I could be the Czar The Czar of Bethlehem".
Wow!! they all said in unison, You're the Czar, you're not the Star You're the Czar The Czar of Bethlehem.
A bit of seasonal silliness. This came to me while Christmas shopping LoL.
Fireflies in a jar Covered in mountains of scarves Darkened, but not out Still it shines Despite not being seen Deep within the cocoon of fabrics Soft as a kittens fur To rough as canvas sacks All contain the light Hiding it Sheltering it from the outside world.