I am currently working on more light hearted work after a wonderful year of change . God bless you all..
The only thing that I can do now is pray that the holiday season may bring them back into their light
I can no longer assist them
Physically
Mentally
Financially
Emotionality
Sexually
I had an epiphany or two of my own somewhere within the cycle of Sunday evening through Monday to midnight to the witching hour of today
It was a great evening, all in all
A healing has now been put into thought and is waiting contently for when it comes time to add it to motion
This one is going to be a beauty
A multi-purpose expose of three-fold spectral light
One neon for my truest love
That stubborn fucking brat who most of you have heard me speak of at least once before
One emerald green for my good friend Glenn
A rabbits playground waiting to do what rabbits do
Temptation has been grabbing my snatch
Messaging my little oracular bulb
But, first a healing must be aligned
Along the chakra's path
Bent by all the hatred caused by sycophants with all of their putrid wrath
The third and final light would be, yes, mine
An opaque, yet prismatic wonder
To get me back in the saddle that fell off my old high horse
To prepare me for a brand new hayride
A journey that will bring next season's thunder
I cannot look back now anymore
No need for me to prove that I remember
I know better than to start planning the new year this early in December
I no longer dread the Yuletide cheer
The holiday blitz
The bullshit stories
This year I have returned to my childhood somehow
I guess Christmas is not so bad after all
I have been using my voice to sing along to the good Christmas songs seldom played
What Child Is This
Away in the Manger
Hark the Herald Angel Sing
It is time to travel home
To embrace my mother
Spend quality time with my nephew's who I am told really long to get to know me now
A warm feeling of triumph has managed to embrace my heart
I won't ever let it go again
No way
I was right when I predicted that this past year would be filled with greatness
I am thankful for this place where I stay
I know that 2016 is about to fade away but everything that it has taught me will remain with me forever
I have met so many people
Some black
Some white
Some grey
I can't believe I made it, that I did not run away
I wonder where I will go from here
And there, how long I will stay
I am used to this routine by now
Nothing lasts forever for most
For me, it never lasts very long
The only forever that I know us my voice as I sing every song
In my soul that will forever belong to life
Immortality is the promise of God Almighty
The love of Venus and Aphrodite
The dance of Pan who flutes the song
I could list them all
They are not false, nor are they idols
Idolatry is a crazy thing
It's definition cannot be found in book s
Nor films
Not anywhere
I am not convinced that it is even a word
I haven't heard the birdsong in the night
Nothing is wrong with being righteous
To each, of course, their own
However, each has now the responsibility of paying their own prices
Facing their demons
Owning up to their shit
Doing their time
Before the chime of midnight this blessed New Years eve
I refuse to acknowledge the grieving noise of the ungrateful
The requests that bombard us from hateful mouth
The begging please of the braggarts as they are dragged to Hell
Take a penny from my urn as you depart
Sure hope you can find a wishing well when you land
I remember what the angelic black man told me when I was living in Reno
"Jason the mason..we have some work to do"..
Suddenly all I can think if is going home to see my family
I want to make each moment last
Enjoy each bite of the food
Talk to my mom about all of my plans
My sister Kelly
All the kids
I gave been a Scrooge for too long
I am over the pain from my past
This is my Christmas Caroll
Another song that will last eternally in my heart
For all that is planned, I am down
I must pay equal respect to everyone.....
12/6/2016
- Author: LIGHT WARRIOR ( Offline)
- Published: December 15th, 2016 22:23
- Comment from author about the poem: I usually have a chop on my shoulder during the holiday season but this year I am making my best effort to change that part of me..enjoy
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