The children adore it
and wait all year
for the cold winter comfort
and the saturating cheer

They fidget and pace
all through December
making lists of the gifts
That they did not remember.

They climb upon Santa
eyes shining brightly
fingers clutching their lists
ever so tightly.

They stutter and stammer
forget what to say
resigned to waiting
for that magical day.

Xmas eve evening
so full of excitement
they dream of the morning
wondrous delightment.

The parents abhor it
and wait with dread
the upcoming gathering
the breaking of bread.

The family you avoid
the rest of the year
the drinking, the gossip
the pains in your rear.

The endless instruction
batteries galore
the wrapping and hiding
the locked closet door.

The last minute shopping
Black Friday stampede
to grant their wishes
to satiate their need.

Its finally over
the end is nigh
the morning of Christmas
the end of the lie.

The atheist ignores it
as best he can
it is pretty invasive
and he is only a man.

A fat man, a baby
flying moose in the skies
horrible, endless music
but at least there are pies.

It begins in October
the feast for the dead
the next day there's Jesus
in his tiny, wooden bed

A story of divinity
passed through the ages
bastardized and broken
parchment thin pages

Roman gift giving
European "Christmas" trees
A Greek gift giving saint
Shepherds on their knees

Supernova signals
Norseman's Mistletoe
A donkey, a sleigh
Coca Cola's ** ** **!

Saturnarian or Pagan
Christian or Jew
Happy Holidays to everyone
From: Atheist, To: You

On a patterned nebula, paramour's giggle whilst locking warmly hand's,  like two stray's of a different course, they runneth by none command's, all promises filled, as their cheek's do touch, like flourishing rainbow's, heaven to ground's lunch. They maketh their own commandment's, as tis the world's just a stage, grandiose in their delightment, making newsstand page. Bambino's of the unknown, covered in flamboyant flakes, overcoming the new-age step's, of this passing place. And whilst they art simpering, their taste buds over-runneth, their cup is not made from steel, but gold of king's and Queen's chalice. And whilst at dusk, when the blood moon cometh out, the neighbor's canst heareth their love, out the window's it doth bounce. Echoe's of their novela, they'll speaketh many tongue's, and whilst their alone together, their embracing head on shoulder love.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Twisting shadows
Surround the palace

Causing a haunting aura
Keeping guests on their toes

Ready to sprint,
at any advancing move

Wine is served

The waitors sudden movements cause the light of heart to flinch

Music is playing
Harpists strumming

Nerves are calmed
As the night progresses,

The past is forgotten,
Intoxication is bliss

A guest is refused another glass
An uprising evolves

Shadows and dignity forgotten
a fight emerges on the crowded floor

Delightment surrounds the halls
Excitement is in the faces of servailers

First bruises
Now blood

The opponent backs away
Streaming tears

The opponent is led to safety.
The inflictor, pushed down.

Muscians attempt to uplift the disturbed
But sweet songs prove frivilous to the matter

Some walk out
too much of a night

Carridges swerve and crash,
A result of drunk choffers

Most make it home
But some die in pleasure...

he's at it again
that familiar twinge in the back of his throat
the longing
hinting towards a better
future,
when's better than now?
back and forth
like the pendulum of the clock,
another hour closer to sleep
the higher my back is against the wall.
the tickle, the scratch
my neck is becoming a rash,
heart palpitations in utter delightment
forgetting to breathe from the open excitement.
Alright, it's over,
at least now you're no longer sober.
go home and go to bed,
wake up when you want to,
**** going to work
I'm tired of spending it on my dope habit.

Bones
Wilt
Wake

Moans
Shalt
Scrape

Heavens empire!!!

Laughs wilt be squeels
Wheels shalt  turn dust
Babies wilt get no thirst
The ***** will loose their ****

Mothers shalt betray husbandman
Fathers to turn to housemaiden
Keepers will secretly watch

As secrets do liveth here!!!

Gangsters
Shalt turn to God
Good boys will turn devlish
Both becoming one as mobs

Notorious grubs!!

Excitement
They'll get by anarchy imprisonment
Delightment
Shalt be their worldly knowledge and kinships

Undertakers!!!

Open
Turned shy
Dead
Arrise
Blue
To black skies

As zombie robot moribunds they'll be
Whilst at their own funerals!!!

Boundless happiness when I review,
those wonderful times I spent with you,
Your cheerful face and that perfect smile,
Strikes my mind though we are apart by Miles.

How lovingly you listen to every little
things I say,
How magically you bring smile onto my
face,
Crazy plan of god to create an art,
Unreliable and bad still has a beautiful heart.

Spiritual love that you have given,
Sleepless nights that you’ve striven,
May fill your life with colors and
delightment,
Reflect your virtues in all your actions.

Wish you get the love you deserve and
even more,
Leave dead habits and shine brighter than
ever before,
Now I look forward to talking to you soon,
Finding you has obviously been a  boon.

***** before the age of seven
I lost my faith that day
told that I couldnt get in to heaven
because I had *** before marriage
I was a child thinking I had a miscarriage
because the toilet and my ******* were blood red from where my ***** bled
and I shed my virginity and a tear
and everytime I walked in that bathroom I had fear
when I was naked I felt afraid
when I laid in my bed at night
I would close the door tight
I didnt want a sliver of light coming in
because anybody could creep in on a whim
That day changed me forever
I will never forget it
and I will always regret it
when he asked do you want to play a game
I said yes and expressed excitement and delightment
but that moment should have been his indictment
there should have been punishment and violence
but instead there was shushing and silence
in my head the blood is rushing inside of me
as I share this memory
I see the face of my enemy
dressed as a clown on halloween
and I want to scream.
but this isnt something to shout about
but im angry about it everyday
and im still hurting in every way
because Im not certain
the pain goes away
and inside I die
knowing that im not right

Thank you sweet Lord Jesus
For setting the perfect example
Worthy of all adoration
You are worthy of all that falls upon you
For you are blessed and I want only to redeem you
You deserve the praise even in subtle whispers
The ants dance for joy in your presence
The birds chirp in delightment
Be exalted now Heavenly Father
You alone deserve our praise
Blessed be the deity split in three
All to unlock the human mind
Peace be to you Lord of hosts
Never let me stay away Lord GOD
For though I often get swept away
It is always YOU who brings me back
Open your gates to me Lord GOD
may that I experience Heaven here now
Let it rain on all my self
Till I’m soaked in YOU Holy Spirit
And blessed be us mortal fools
May we find you
Thank you sweet Lord Jesus