Fucking Christmas - 24.11.19

I wonder to myself,
about the story of the Elf.
In the North Pole he works,
with very few perks.
But the toys he does create,
help children celebrate.
A special time of year,
that should always be full of cheer.

While you sleep,
not making a peep.
They're hammering away,
making toys without delay.
Be grateful for what you receive,
and be sure to always believe.
In our little friends the Elves,
Because they're a part of ourselves.

The happiness you feel,
makes their work so real.
It's all worthwhile,
If you laugh and smile.
Here's to another year,
filled with Christmas cheer.
May all your dreams and wishes come true,
Merry Christmas from me, to you.

These things are sent to test us - 21.04.19

These things are sent to test us...

and test us they will,
Pushing our will until
part of ourselves breaks and snaps,
All the time to find if our love will lapse.

Even though we'll disagree and argue,
Every day I still dream of you.
I'm yours for good,
Although at times we're both misunderstood.

Sometimes there's no point to this,
Yet I find myself caught inside an abyss.
The darkness surrounds,
and a nasty feeling simply compounds.

I turn to you,
looking for something that's true.
I'm sorry if I lean too much,
and for using you as a crutch.

I need you to know,
that beyond this woe,
I'm still the same me,
and I hope I'm part of 'we'

Colours - 30.12.18

See through my eyes to
this dark and washed out world.
The greying landscaped cities,
The lushious fauna, drab and dulling.

Listen ever still to the sounds and
try picture its awe and beauty.
Yet trapped within these eyes all
that I can ever see
is your washed out world.

A defect, a mutation, a
wonderfully tragic mistake.
Left me curious to create in a mind,
of the beauty it could possibly be.
Hanging on to find that truth
in the images you paint for me.

So I thank you for accepting,
for being my vision of beauty.
So I thank you for listening,
and being ever patient.