Solitude I wear
      like a second skin
my biggest weakness
       my greatest strength
   wading through 
quiet and tired 
    in seclusion
 as dawn draws
    her arms around me 
cold       and damp
    like the sea
           with no oil
for my lamp
       to light my way
through another
      dark    and lonely
November day.

Coldness, I have watched you
in the shadows,
and you have given me mine
from time to time, awake
I slumber down paths
of moss and who knows what all
darkness we can gather
one at a time, but not one soul
can make a bouquet from another
soul, it is too cold to be dreaming
and there is no place for the duelist,
the two of us, lovers of black clothes
and fairly good looking women,
it is almost winter and the wind
is my second, wearing a dark cloak,
breathing in the dead eyes
of my brother, how they shine
and listen to him sing that sad song
will you, while gathering snow
and turning darker than starlight.

I head out at twilight
only to return each dawn,
wading the muddied waters
of my youth, and mysteries
of a history misremembered,
or wishfull, wistful memories,
wanting to revisit in dreams
those things that defy the laws
of physics, yet knowing I can't
go back, and each breath I take
reminds me forever of that fact.

Sitting in my chair my thoughts are never-ending
Christmas is a time for friend and family blending
An emotional time for many human beings
In their heads are way too many feelings
My passion is to take the mental pain from all that hurt
To replace it with laughter and love without appearing Kurt
Twinkling stars then become brighter
Thoughts floating inside our heads much lighter
Today I ask for you to smile flawlessly
So someone feels your meritocracy
We often need that social interaction
Even if it is only for a fraction
With this message if I can bring love to even one person
I have done my deed without coercion