What I want for Christmas…

…is all I’ve ever hear children saying

I mean I thought this was a season for giving

Not expecting, receiving, or requesting…

Then I wonder if it is season for sharing and caring

Why does it only last but a season; is my inclination

Instead sublime euphoric euphemisms a façade passed in conversation while standing in line to get that gift; for the type of “present”

they want; “future” generations never the true meaning to be taught

To give; those in plain sight; those whom have a plight

not only the ones we adore deserves the gift;

as you sift through stores, online, in lines we fight

never once teaching our children what’s right; giving is divine

especially giving of yourself; without expectation

of  waiting for reciprocation of something in kind.

This is what I had in mind; instead of cutting short the phrase

“What do you want for Christmas?” finish this statement

With “…to give?” and start new trends; old one erase.

Then maybe spirituality may begin to ferment.

I know, I know, the arguments will rage on

About politics, human nature, and so on and so on

But what do we got to loose if you choose to make the change

Even if this piece is a lil idealistic, my faith still remains the same

Instead of asking our children what they want for Christmas

Ask them what to give for Christmas; to become selfless

“We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.”

- Winston Churchill

Sweatin Tears

Sweatin Tears

At a joggers pace we try to keep stride

Watchin our breathin checkin our pulse

we got eachother coming in our sleep; shits deep we can’t hide

Checkin our time our bodies blowin our mind; phuk

Pride aside; at eachothers side we stay in stride

this intimate marathon as we stay the course

frantically as I try to navigate and steer

but who I’m foolin; my rudder she controls

wiping my brow; she’s got me sweatin tears

Pusle starting to race no longer steady

heart throbbing pulsating almost heady

with wave after wave coming on my deck

rocking this boat not wise but what the heck

we pitch and dip; capsizing not a concern

in her swell submerged is my stern

with her bow raised like the titantic

just before we sink a feeling of panic

over takes us loves under tow; exhaustion is near

as we got eachother sweatin tears.

The End is Near

The End is Near

This is my greatest fear

To witness the tragedies inherent in life

makes one not willing to really care

about battling evil and eliminating strife

the incessant tribulations of futile attempts

at being, courageous, righteous and pure

to those that don’t care I implore

for it you that hold life contempt

cause your life you spent

seeding anger, envy, vengeful demeanor

a barren land is your heart

where nothing grows but sorrow

draws you farther apart

from the love that holds life together

for what you lost you still can regain; however

you must change within to keep from going without

that of your hearts desire even in the face of fear

until this happens I truly believe for us; the end is near.

Live and Learn

You Live and You Learn

You live and you learn; my grandfather once said

A day gone without learning; is a day you haven’t lived

then if you’re not livin you must be dead

dead is the spirit lifeless with nothing to give

So along the way I’ve learned much

Life’s a challenge a journey by touch

Feeling my way through innuendos’ emotions

Nothing more than notions consisting of potions

Seducing me back to sleep; letting life to pass

Hoping I’ll miss a calling, causing a life impasse

But I am life’s insomniac; can’t sleep on it

with distraction’s wit and it’s misleading tricks

to lull my soul into a spiritual black hole; bottomless pit

for I have learned nothing and might as well quit

That’s easy for some but not for me

I’ve heeded the warnings, made the choice; a voice I listen to

From my soul speaking to me loquaciously

Teaching me lessons learned; passing them from me to you

So this lil retort, banter, I hope forms like a cancer

In your mind, heart, or soul maybe…

To let life live you is never the answer

But for you to live it fully

Don’t sleep through life mediocre state; nothing to give

Remember you live and you learn

A day gone without learning is a day you haven’t lived

I Dream

I Dream

I dream the dreams in a waking state

Trying to distinguish between what’s real and what’s fake

I feel the sun reaching inside me burning my soul

Consuming my body mind and all

This burning sensation I can’t describe

Although not painful; I still cry inside

From the burning desires of what I want to be

That which I am; but not totally

Life inconsistencies stigmatic flux of events

Stifles my progress; foiling all my attempts

Like that dang monkey and his wrench

Him and Murphy’s Law leave me bent

Twisted forever adjusting just to fit

In this thing called life, like a contortionist

Awaking to this state, I try to escape

The reality created for me from perception

Intangible things; its true nature innate

Are the thoughts of their misconceptions

Or recollections of past transgressions

Not by me but by other so called friends

Hence why I dream the dreams in a waking state

trying to distinguish between what’s real and what’s fake