Endless love with endless doves come across like a x-mas day, fire burns and passion yearns like bliss that came to stay, I can paint pictures that bring back faith my vision endured with fate, belief restored as I sleep with swords that make beautiful lords agape, I get lost through my mistakes some nights I lay awake with angels and demons and critters that deepen that giggle every breath that I take, I'm mixed up so I give and I take been gone too long so why wait, constant fights between good and bad and little laughter and cries when sad that I figure I'm best when I can't hardly think,
So I drift off in this pen , forget to blink.
B******s and sighs jingle in my whispers as I reach for my drink.
Raphael's sighs in my hand, alarm armed as I turn up the heat.
Another log on the fire, chess nuts on the roof, I cant wait to meet...
Santa, when he lands and Rudolf breaks his hoof. I love reindeer meat.
I have to off the old guy, he's like a thousand years old an has a sleigh that can fly.
A bunch of slave elves that on command comply.
He's the roots of the company that created demand and supply.
The black market has more morals, abbreviation T.M.I.
But still embezzled facts that are over looked and denied.
The truth is, I'm to high to try and get you to open your eyes.
I don't mind, keep them closed and sleep tight,
But in the back of your head, you know that's more then a mouse you hear stirring night
Holding tight before I sink in my dreams or there in sight, wishful thoughts of wonderlands and outer limits like a kite, many thoughts of shadows deep and even lights,
mysteries beneath and storms that hold me right, My eyes they fall like dying white and after all a dying fight my tears they steer away from fog but still no peaks that's bright,
In peace I seem alright and at least I breathe before I lay me to down to sleep so angels I invite,
A manic description of the Christmas Story that touches on the commercialism and other twists that have taken the meaning of the day and changed it into something that was never intended. A great collaboration so very descriptive in such a delightfully manic way. Congrats to both of you. take care...dan
I love creativity and this is truly creative! Wonderfully done! Critique: Last stanza last line start it with down, think the to is a typo. In red, Raphael's sighs, think should be either Raphael's sigh, or Raphael sighs.
i love the Christmas color combination that you have set the poem in and it sets such an nice way of Christmas. Almost like melodic Christmas that follows a type of melody that streaks through out the entire thing. I also adore the final paragraph that just wraps it up nicely *Hehe sorry some bad humor there*. Its over all very well written and nicely worded. i adore that it was a combined effort between two people and that it flowed nicely. i like how your thoughts have meshed with the others nice and smooth making it flow. i hope to be reading more from you both.
LOVE IT, so great to see an alternative and harsh look on christmas. It truly is a big part of the consumer culture problem. I love the colab I think you both did an amazing job! Powerful and harsh stuff guys :D As always, adore the rhythm and the wording, which is always on point! :D Excellent, truly stunning work guys keep on going! XxXx
A manic description of the Christmas Story that touches on the commercialism and other twists that have taken the meaning of the day and changed it into something that was never intended. A great collaboration so very descriptive in such a delightfully manic way. Congrats to both of you. take care...dan
i give them the plans i drew up
with thoughts methodically calculated
and so intricately placed ,
every outcome was accounted for
and algebraically related.
f*****g statistically graced,
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