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POTUS

​So much hate for Obama

That it made his face red

His need for drama

Meant he’d defile their bed

So he sourced it out

That’s his way I guess

And now I’ve no doubt 

POTUS stands for Pissing On The US.

Love (because what else is there?)

And after life had had it’s way with me,

Sometimes shaken me,

Taken me,

Shoved me around,

Worn me down,

Let me taste joy,

Made sure to show me, that joy,

Was most often fleeting,

That there were challenges,

Constant challenges to be meeting,

Sometimes losing,

Sometimes beating,

When life had dragged me to the point,

Where I could be nothing else but strong,

Where I’d seen so much pain,

That the slightest beauty made me burst into song,

When I was at the point where I could still go on,

But could not take  much more,

Then,

And only then,

Did the universe deliver you,

Gently,

Warmly,

Spectacularly,

At my door.

christmas day

on christmas day my heart swells slightly
thoughts and memories held too tightly
things that fade yet won’t erase
sometimes take too large a place
looking inward reaching outward
oft drawn back though striving forward
wiser now through my life’s sum
grateful for christmas yet to come
and for the peace that greets this dawn
the goodwill born of christmas morn
on this day amidst the fluff and fuss
we muster up the best of us
hearts open pure and shed their guise
the world is seen through different eyes
for just this moment we see clearly
not just those that we hold dearly
with christmas spirit we are aware
of all with whom this world we share
we’re aware though temporarily
of the deepness of humanity
the best we are without divide
when pettiness is put aside
when love rules all we get to see
the utmost that we all can be
and that is why we sometimes say
it should be christmas every day

FATHER

Waiting,

Because that’s all that I can do,

Thinking,

Of moments that I’ve had with you,

Moments,

Are pretty much all that I knew,

Maybe,

All I have left,

My father,

With my love and my respect,

Still I wish,

You’d somehow learned how to connect,

It’s your absence,

On which I now mostly reflect,

As I sit here,

So sadly and bereft,

Wishing,

For something that we never knew,

And hoping,

Because that’s all that I can do.

THE LAMB OF GOD

Mary gave birth to Jesus,

Jesus is the Lamb of God,

So Mary had a little lamb,

Which is very very odd,

He followed her to school,

Everyday with much conviction,

Until one Eastertime,

When they spoke of crucifixion,

The Lamb of God was not impressed,

Crucifixion was not cool,

He began to regret,

That he’d followed her to school!

T-SHIRT

She wears my t-shirt at my place,

Cuz it kind of smells like me,

It’s relaxed, and fun, and casual,

Which is how we like to be,

And when she wears my t-shirt,

There’s an olfactory transfer,

So when she’s gone I wear the t-shirt,

Cuz it kind of smells like her.

 

Heart Feelings Linger

Science.
For all you’ve given us,
You’re not much of a romantic.
Love, you tell us,
Is only in our heads.
Just a chemical reaction.
Elevated levels of dopamine,
Seratonin, and ocytocin.
Flooding our brains and bodies,
With intoxicating pleasure.
High from the uppers and opioids,
Created by our own brains,
We wouldn’t mind staying,
In this crazy-in-love,
Can’t-get-enough-of-you phase,
Forever and ever.
But, Science tells us,
Such feelings are fleeting.
Your feel-good chemicals,
Will level off,
Because love, you tell us,
Is only a chemical reaction.
Elevated levels of dopamine,
Doping our brains.
Seratonin, soothing our souls,
And intoxicating oxytocin.
Nothing more.
But love is more complicated,
Than chemistry.
What if the chemical levels,
Drop in our brains,
Because they’ve migrated to our hearts?
Settled in the neurons there.
Which is why when we’re apart,
From the one we love,
We feel a physical ache in our hearts.
It’s because heart feelings linger.
And if you don’t feel that pang,
Then those feel-good chemicals,
Never made their way to your heart.
They were, sadly, only in your head.

TRUMP – The Trilogy

There once was a man name of Trump,
Skin painted orange with a pump,
He fed off people’s fears,
And there ‘twixt his ears,
Was really no more than a lump.

 

There once was a man with the tiniest hands,
He quite hated people that came from foreign lands,
He said he’d build a wall, and he’d issue commands,
All the dumb things he said were deflected,
He had so much hate he couldn’t control it,
If you showed him a tweet, well he’d try to troll it,
He sure wasn’t bright, in fact quite a slow wit,
And his mouth and his brain weren’t connected!

 

Trump is a man who is clearly insane,
It seems he has breasts on his small tiny brain,
He dreams of taking each small tiny hand,
And meeting a woman with great tracts of land,
And titty titty titty titty titty.