More than seventy years seen
still looked more keen
and what a year it has been
Yet cannot believe you didn't see
the year twenty three
what a hell it has been
Not seeing you anymore
Looking down from the window,
the one I most adored
why did you leave me,
Since the last day of last December,
The winter is freezing me like never before!

i was in the loo sat there all alone
like a little king sat there on my throne
i made  myself a  crown from the toilet roll
sitting in my castle on the water bowl

i was just like royalty with my little crown
though i didnt have my pants up i had pulled them down
then i left my castle and i left the loo
it was nice to be a king just for a while or too.

strangely,
the feelings of emptiness
are quite heavy.

I love that first
tantalising taste of coffee
in the morning,
deep and dark as the ocean,
and sweet as honey,

I love that first cigarette,
it’s warming amber glow
and glittering embers,

I love the silence at 4am,
the still quiet with only
the stars and the moon
for company,

I have to remember that I still love,
when my heart is so often full of hate

She slinks
Between feet
Curling one
Last
Bit
Of tail
Around
Wrist
Nuzzling
Nose
To shoulder
And scampering
Past
When
I reach
To engage,
To satisfy.
Tempting
And fleeing,
On
To the next.
And he
Is patient
And slow
And strong
When
It’s time,
Waiting
And ready
For my return.

When the sun sets, he lays to rest.
When she rises, his soul is reborn.

Hussein Dekmak

A
Blistering
Cold
Destroys
Enough
Fruition

Good
Heat
In (turn)
Justly
Kills
Larvae

Maggots
Nourish
Only
Plentiful­
Quarry (and)
Returns
Stores
To
Usage

Vile
Winters
Xacerbate
Yellowing
Zeal

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

(o, holy night)
sweet carols ring throughout the dark
echoing joyously — warm words
wrap their arms around us
with our hearts aglow
we know that we sing
of mercy and goodness
and fulfilled promises

(the stars are brightly shining)
we dance in peppermint winds
against skies ablaze with colored lights
spinning on the water’s surface
but none shine more brightly
than this dawn breaking in me
for come has the One for whom
this weary world’s been waiting

(it is the night)
the air is thick with symphonies of spices
cars glide past us, eager to make it home
children laugh, there are strangers no more
baby born, God of angels and galaxies
distant no more

(of our dear Savior’s birth)
how beautiful this truth -- that
thrill of hope became tangible in a manger
love itself swaddled in cloth
the cry of this child
broke centuries of silence
His eyes bright with a promise
of all things new and glorious

o, how divine
how divine is this night