Friday, December 24, 2010


Fathers are not happy being Saint Nick.
Wanting one more candy cane to lick.
Feeling oh so uncomfortable, all most sick.
In that red suit wondering, why it has to be so thick.

With a clock tic and a clock click.
The father must be, oh so quick.
Leaving the red piece of his suite on the brick.
So Santa’s family wouldn’t know it was just a trick.

Friday, December 17, 2010

The Little Things

The big things count for more, not wanting to be a pest. 
I am sorry to say that they are bigger than the rest. 
As always, maybe it is for the best. 
And I will always point trouble with in my chest. 
Trying to ignore this feeling within breast. 
So to the little thinks I stressed. 
Are just little things that need to be blessed.

Monday, December 13, 2010

The Fort

The light, cast shadows and trails of darkness,
It felt cold and but not like Christmas,
Holding myself silent, looking out into the blackness.

Damn it, why did I feel so hopeless.

Holding the flashlight, almost loosing consciousness,
Oh, why were we out this night, looking back I hide my shyness,
My little fort, my hiding place, I only feel disgrace.