Reaching Out or Falling In?

Has that person you adored,
Somehow become your sounding board?
Instead of love, comfort, and praise,
Do they hear you whine about your days?
Instead of conversations, interaction,
Do you just spew dissatisfaction?
Do you go on about each bump and groan,
In a way you wouldn’t if alone?
Do you suddenly fall into dissin’,
Just cuz there’s someone there to listen?

Inhaling Deeply

I sense it could shatter,
In a million shards,
It sometimes feels,
Like a house of cards,
And in those moments,
I hold my breath.

Just one week left!

Just one week left,
And I’m all done,
So bring on all,
The Christmas fun!
The gifts are bought,
The money spent,
The lights are up,
The cards are sent!
I’m ready now,
For Christmas cheer,
Just one week left,
It’s nearly here!

LESSONS LEARNED?

Oh if I knew then what I know now,
I’m sure that things would change somehow,
I’m sure they would, well pretty sure,
I know life now; I’ve had the tour,
My wisdom now could help me then,
Not make the same mistakes again?
Could I learn to change, or stick to my guns?
Nah, I’d make mistakes,
Just different ones.

The Art of Distracting Demons

Tickle your demons,
Distract them with laughter,
It keeps them off guard,
They forget what they’re after.

CHRISTMAS

Every year,
I fight the cheer,
I play along,
But listen here;
It’s not that easy,
The yule thing,
All the joy,
And all the bling,
I do okay,
I coast along,
Good greetings here,
A Christmas song,
But underneath,
It’s just a play,
I promise to,
Ignore the day,
But every year,
It’s just the same,
Come Christmas day,
I shed the game,
No matter how,
I’ve fought and torn,
I awake on Christmas morn,
Overwhelmed,
By Christmas spirit,
No matter how,
I fight and fear it,
It overtakes me,
None discreetly,
As Dickens wrote,
I’m done completely,
I’m overcome,
And what is worst,
My heart expands,
So it might burst,
On the 26th,
It’s gone to sand,
But on the 25th,
My fellow man,
Can do no wrong,
Not a single one,
I’m opened wide,
My plans undone,
For on that day,
That Christmas toll,
Some kind of magic,
Takes control,
No matter how I feel,
Throughout the year,
This special day,
It all seems clear,
That Love profound,
Clear, unadorned,
Can change the world,
How it’s been formed
Yes for that one day,
I understand,
Our real strength,
When we can stand,
As one,
A single human race,
A collective will,
And take our place,
All colour, creed,
Religion gone,
Bound as one,
And moving on,
To our next phase,
Of evolution,
When we move from problem,
To solution,
But so powerful,
Is this clear insight,
It’s only there,
For Christmas night,
On that one day,
We stand embracing,
Then after wonder,
What we’re chasing,
A memory, a thought,
A “what could be”,
If only all,
Yes, you and me,
Could connect our hearts,
And feel the way,
That we all feel,
On Christmas day.

Butter Rich

Did you happen to read,
In the paper today,
Of the shortage of butter,
Over in Norway?
So ill-timed and cruel,
This sad deprivation,
Leads Norwegians to look,
Outside of their nation.
They can use margarine,
As one way of faking,
The lack of real butter,
In their holiday baking.
But a butter black market,
Is what Norway’s needing.
So let’s bootleg some butter,
From butter rich Sweden.

Art or Science?

Is love ever not an act of faith?
Is there some equation to replace the inner workings of the heart?
Is love science, or is love art?
Many would say both play an equal part.
Either way, it comes down to the leaping,
To find out if a love’s worth keeping,
An analysis of what could be,
Then you have to close your eyes to see,
Walk slowly to the edge with me,
Take my hand,
And jump.