Day: December 15, 2019

Where our consolation is

When  others acts push splinters through our souls

And into strangers ears we pour our woes..

When grief and sorrow shudder thriough our walls.

And whether all is lost we cannot know

When what is in or out we cannot tell

When fantasy and dream become confused.

When darts of agony are felt to maim each cell.

When sensibility is utterly bemused. .

He ,in whom I to trusted, wills to fail

For what he  claimed  was friendship  was desire.

Now pain and disappointment make  me frail;

With torment know this person was a liar.

Then, having lost all other means to live,
oo
We turn to darkness where our consolation is

Patience will not smart

After Xmas many people part
The bills appear, the credit card is maxed
Divorce appeals to those with strangled hearts

Is such action foolish,will it  smart?
Do you really want your true love axed?
After Xmas many people part

The ghosts of Xmas past may seem to taunt
As if from some old wardrobe they’re unpacked
Divorce may leave us all with mangled hearts

Crude hate with its afflictions hits the charts
Can’t we focus more on  love than lack?
After Feasts too many people part

Unlike the worms so humble in the dirt
We have faces angry and alert
Divorce may leave  the hasty with  sad hearts

Forgive  but  if you can’t,  can you forget?
We expect so much of Xmas that it hurts
After Xmas many people part
Divorce appeals, oh, cheer your strangled hearts

 

By our own ignoring we’re deranged

Our sado-masochistic people jump for joy
Taken in by ads and lies and rage
Soon enough we’ll find we are mere  toys

Johnson knows the tricks in his employ
While from each other, subjects are estranged
Our sado-masochistic people jump for joy

We think we want  the best but are destroyed
By our own ignoring we’re deranged
Soon enough we’ll find we are just toys

Too late now  for a message to convey
We chose helplessness and angst  to have their reign
Oh, sado-masochistic people jump for joy

We will be numbered  like the European Jews .
Our rulers  kept them out, oh moral stain
Soon enough we’ll find we ‘re numbered toys

Once we had  our heads to hold our brains
Now our minds are trapped like that of Cain
Sado-masochistic people jump for joy
Yet by  ignorant  suffering  we’re destroyed