We take too much for granted

Greedy over the sun
a cloud cries silent down.
Into your cup it might
overflow overboard.

Into others not quench
the deserts of their thirst,
but remind'em of such
as the caress of rain.

Bless them all with showers,
the trees and the flowers
the birds and the lovers
as they bow together.

To the maker of life
we cheaply call water.

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.