What loss would it be?
What cost would it take?
To borrow such wings,
To fly to the King?

Follow his lead,
To hear him teach,
To know what it means,
To believe in the Dream.

Watch him dance in the grass,
Drinking from heaven's glass,
Singing,
"Free at Last... Free at Last..."

You count the number of days to the next paycheck
Surprised as you may be, distant as it may seem,
These are still and will always be, the best days of your life

If you feel like you can't survive
Simply ask yourself if you can survive the month
And if you can't do that ask yourself if you can survive the week
If you can't do that, the day
Or simply the second
And live in that second in tell the next one starts

Cold chills,
Holiday thrills.
Family gatherings,
Love ones depart.
Cold hearts,
And warm bellies.
Death may visit,
But, love is here to stay.
This month of December
May end in dismay.

it's the final month of 2015 and we have to finish strong before it's all over set and done.
We don't have to wait too long because Christmas is 3 weeks away and the new year is coming up soon.
So, be safe and patient until 2015 is officially coming to a beautiful grand end.
And if it works, I'll be pursuing my business next year as one of it's own kind.

Anonymous. 12/1/2015.
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood.

Last month of the year
Last chance to fix your broken resolutions.

I've given up writing December.
I swear I tried, but these lines
don't seem to care; The drugs never work.
The haze of blinking eyes and wasted time
feels like infinity. I want to misremember
those wide eyed faces and your smirk
when you said you were mine. (Words like knives.)
I knew it was fatal as soon as you whispered that lie.
I swear... I've given up this December.
My words can't dig up the dirt
to bury these Winter memories
and these lonely goodbyes...

And it imprinted in your skin,
the facts that ceased to be.
Across the bed, it went wild-
a balloon with one too many pins.

It crawled through our clothes,
quite bitter was this snake,
you called this thing love,
but we knew it was fake.

Another bite, another tug
a shout and a moan,
screaming air into your lungs;
It was all over, no more...

but remember this, and I will too
the moments may fade,
and your name grow dim,
but our debts aren't forgiven
and I still live in sin.

I should write you November,
and I swear I tried, but our lives
aren't fair, and this time love isn't sweet.
The leaves have stopped their tumbling dives
through infinity. The wind won't remember
a time when I moved sound so complete
that it shattered time. (When you first became mine.)
I knew it was stupid as soon as I uttered that line.
I swear I tried to write you November,
But my words can't compete
with these Autumn lovers,
and these passionate crimes...