Christmas

The under lit Christmas lights on the tree glistened with a dim sadness

The boy sat and drank his hot coco staring out the frosty winter frozen window

Hoping to see the man that would one day bring his wish come true

He drifted to sleep now and again only to be woken by the cat purring at his ankles

Sitting in that rustic red wood chair covered with his mothers woven blankets

He spoke to the snow as if it were his friends telling him about his dreams

Painting little snowmen on the glass with his finger tips

His mother was asleep curled up in her bed sheets

His eyes searched the stars watching for the slightest movement

Puzzled and grim his face melted towards the floor

Looking behind him to see the plate of cookies 

Still intact he bowed his head in disappointment

Wondering about the images he had remembered he could not keep them in his mind

They would appear and vanish within seconds 

Struggling to hold on to them he became weak

Tears began to drip down over his lips settling on the back of his hand

He wiped his nose with out sniffling keeping his noise low

Looking out his window he hoped to see the man that would make his wish come true

He never asked for anything except the same thing each Christmas

All he had ever wanted was to see his father once more

Burn

The television must shine

Potatoes are taking their form

The tomatoes are undoing their makeup

Let them in, drop them in, let them wash away

Hold your breath and name them lonely

Sinking like a submarine

Only able to go under

Stuck in the bottle prevailing through the struggle

Stimulants and the bring you downs

Make these worlds go round

The brain has gone and left town

Breaking to be intoxicated

How long until the toddler ways loose their games

Lucky to make it past the high noon sun

And I ain’t no hero but that will never be me

Never be me again watching for the high noon sun

It is a torch that’s going to light this forest on fire

Light this world on fire and let it burn through to the sky

Cause the brains are waiting for something that will never arrive

Hoot And Holler

The caption of imagery concerning the category

Stated in the license should be represented with a penalty

Under going the business during the construction to the critics

Flowing through the hands of the youthful political parties

Minding the thought of the mockings using made up words

Placing in orders condescendingly laughing in the faces of the poshies

Giving new meanings to the lives we need embracing

Exploding through these ceilings sharing the ideas made in the homebodies

Vibrant colours and new world orders never the less scheming developing contractors

Exposing the new children of this revolution

Creating homes in the streets under the vast street lights

Puzzling the educated minds creating confusion in the homeroom

Disagreeing with a definition only made by the upright 

Rulers and law givers rallying the constitution of the meaning 

Mean while we create loads more to destroy the very reason they are hoot and hollering

New moldings and creative reconstructing shaping the philosophies of what we call our own

Expressing the positive energetic exploring of our fruitfulness

Embracing the questions asked associated with the after math of our talents

Accepting the pleasure that we find in the love letters and the crate canvas carriers 

Introducing some to the rebirth of the reasons we first started this life

Engulfed in the highs each one of us seek after 

Playing off one another to find more and more pleasure

We as the new people can not afford what they say we are supposed to

Instead we make it

Sounds Like Discover

Cars that go over and cars that go nowhere

Don't mind me in the slightest interest

Trains and planes and all the big crazy things

Concern me less than none minus one

Critters, bugs, and the tiny little slugs

Come short of my troubled long days

All throughout this world do I sleep on fretting

Slinging my conceptions to the bodies of vast liquid gatherings

I dreamt of a waking hour that I could say I cared about this before

Then a word washed ashore

I called out I want more, oh give me more

I saw that face peering up along the shore

That day lives were changed and things never could look the same

We had survived through his story channel

It was then that I realized, throwing me into something that I thrived

I could not live alone without her anymore

Going on I could not bare knowing that you were all my glory

We started over and imparted on this grown up journey

Packed the bags and headed to the west

Called it a quest and pressed on towards the west

You are what I call the best

Call me silly and say that I am immature but I know for sure

That you are my love bird and the honey bee that sits on the apple tree

Always and forever next to me

Store Born Story

Sitting on your balcony I watched you float like a butterfly

Catching the corner of my eye I could not look away

The smoke filled your lungs and the wine spilled down your throat

They left us deserted and uneasy

Rain trickled down the roof and made the mud fill the dirt

The weeks absence made the presence irresistible

The dogs tore down the exterior

With the walls broken we ran

This is no prime time dream

We were in the coverings and ditched the coating

Producing rain from the clouds in our head

Exploring the interior of each other

This is a story not from the store

We will be a threat

Riding on a pair of success

I wasn't ready for this plan of attack

Acting on a sentiment of sensation

The night goes on

Until Then

Holding you my minds at ease

Sailing on a pirate ship into the sun setting day

Dark night on a long highway 

Somebody is staying up late

And I'll be true 

Oh you know I will

Until heaven or until

I go home

Darling it’s great to be alive

It takes the white right from my eyes

I've chased you

And I’ll be true

Oh you know I will

Until heaven or until

I go home

Little lights in the houses

Say that someone is staying up late

I hear your blue

And I need you 

Oh you know I will

Until heaven or until

I go home

I cannot dream of a day without you

Laying in a bed I dream

I’ll have you all to myself

And I need you 

Oh you know I will

Until heaven or until

I go home

Behavior Disorder

Mind over body

Better yet mind over mind

The constant tug of war is wearing down my bones

Heave Hoe I am battling myself

Yes no yes yes no no no

In limbo with my decisions

I can't tell which is stronger my mind or my brain

I discuss it with the neutral

Coming up short of the external

Nervous ticks shutter throughout my body

The sign of my mind winning

Too soon to rejoice

Keeping my head down

Feeling like I am tip toeing to the edge of a cliff

Anything could now tip me over

Self discipline

Concentration 

Mind over body

Utter focused fusion 

Completely trained

Robotic

Staying in doors

They are the enemy

Oh God please help me

I can't tell which one I am fighting anymore

Mind mind mind body mind body

Yes no yes no yes yes yes no no

Scattered are my thoughts 

Autopilot thoughts

Sustained clashing

This is bearable

I feel like I am dying

I can win

I can win

Breath remember to breath

This will all be over soon

 

The Day

Drum roll please

Her she comes

Strolling under the mistletoe 

Glistening in the rays of the sun

Taking it all in

The eyes turn 

Before everything stops

Let me tell you something

She was a beautiful dove

Careless and smooth

Full of white materials

Her hair is flowing yellow

For the day has come

Everything in it's place

Exercised in love

Speechless to the sight of her

Everyone in awe 

Beauty can not describe her

She is an open fire

Shifting with the wind

Changing shapes at ease

Dancing over the coals beneath 

Hot to the core

Yellow as the sun

We are far from the end

And then everything stops

I Was Impressed

You took me by surprise when you hit me across the face

Smacked me through to reality with the back of your hand

With society at large I saw you in a whole different light

Twisting my thinker into a tumbler under the force of the collision

You sent me for a ride unlike any roller coaster I've seen

Leaving me blank faced feeling like an uneducated child

Dazed in my stare buckling under the pressure

My skin was as white as parchment

The light bulb clicked turning it on

You broke my window down 

I was impressed

Despite all the mess and the broken glass

I was impressed

I watched the show from the bottom of the lake

And it all happened so fast

The Worries

Oh little johnny walked out his door this morning

Out into the bright bright sun

Walking through his life having fun

She took his hand and whisked him to the downtown parade 

Without a care in his brain he whistled the tunes of his childhood

Raising his eyes to meet the birds in the trees

He saw her staring in her wonders at the green grass

Pulling her down to his lips he said dear miss lady

Let's take to the grass and make our own little parade

Laughing at the thought of the drums applauding to their footsteps 

He took her hand and skipped through the long blades

Showing her the childhood she hadn't experienced 

Shouting out oh care care what do we need to care

Let loose send those birds through their hoops

Almost as if he had his own gold treasures no one else had found

He measured his fun in tons 

She was amazed with the care or the lack of in his lively lifestyle

Asking him questions like what if and what about

He closed her mouth with his fingers and whispered

Shh you might wake them

Who? She exclaimed 

Smiling to his ears he giggled back with the worries!

Northern

Going back to the north

Leaving the form of home 

Created by us individuals

Jumping the train 

Playing cat and mouse through the week

I keep this picture next to me

Shooting through the pain of my heart

She has got a merchandise line pulling her along

Get out your notepads and pens

Write down your thoughts

Get out your tear drops cups

I'll try and keep up

The tale of our grim and glory

Has no genre we walk outside the square

I think they envy us 

Playing their sad songs of past memories

We sing the melodies of future

This ship has sailed to the north

Without the one I love

I write this down in tears not shown 

No goodbyes or farewells 

Because this master plan 

Will not be ruined by the weather

I keep my bags packed

Because I'm coming

Oh I will be coming back home