Love can suck the glee from marry

WE GET IT!
I get it...
You insufferable prik!

You HATE all of it!

You hate your job...

(and somehow... 

that is my fault.)

You hate me...

You hate my family...

But it is Christmas.
Let us inferior
Optimistic fools
Have some joy for the day
And for God's sake
Get your glee sucking frenzy
Out of this place

And take your bitter taste with it. 

I shall open my door
to you
Any other day.

Winterfalls

Winter falls upon you
Like the icy morning dew
That freezes in your surface
A shield of unimportance.

Your back hurts from the frost
Bitten you ignore the sense at last
Shed from strain of polite games
Under that cover that is your age.

But the white fluf speckles that walse
On their labirintic ways to the grounds
Will turn grey as your hair and melt
Before you feel their Christmas sound.

You are free but so alone
In this unforgiving tone.



ps - Full disclosure Winterfalls is not my word.

Getting a feeling out

An actor pulls out a feeling
like a costume in a scenery.

When the tongue dries
and so do the eyes,
when I need to unclog
this lump in my throat stuck,
I pull out a music instead.

The correct bait
fishes that thought out,
that scared child that shies
from the street lights
hungry and angry
growing steadily.

Wiggling,
expanding,
folding
and rotating
owned by a ballads
sweet motion,
the sound of emotion
that ripples invading and releasing...

Healing.