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FACEBOOK CHRISTMAS

T’was the night before Christmas,
And no way to deny it,
Things were quite calm,
Even Facebook was quiet,
It seemed most were offline,
And had gone to their beds,
While visions of email cards,
Danced in their heads,
All was done that could be done,
And the timing was right,
To say Merry Christmas to all,
And to all a goodnight,
May your  Christmas be grand,
For thee and for thine,
Though you’ll not see this,
Till you come back online.
;o)

TWISTED PANTIES

Are you stepping on eggshells?
Saying what is expected?
Avoiding waves and swells,
Politically corrected?
Are you afraid that it’s crude,
To put a nose out of joint?
Feel like you’re being rude,
Trying to make your own point?
Don’t worry so much,
Just learn to speak free,
Don’t use “nice” as a crutch,
We’re not supposed to agree,
We’re supposed to be true,
Express ourselves clearly,
Just speak for you,
Hang onto that dearly,
Step on a few toes,
Every fence can be mended,
And no one’s died as that goes,
From just being offended,
So let down your charade,
Stop your resisting,
I’m sure panties were made
To stand knotting and twisting.

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?

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.

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.

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.