The Hardness of Rocks

This Christmas
Is not so bad
Has more people in it
People wishing well

-Read Steve Jobs-
Parting words,
"Money isn't everything",
Or even very much
When you're preparing
To depart

Words to remember from
One of the most successful people
Ever

Words to reevaluate
This crazy thing
This life
We never really know
How it's going to go
It can be gone
     In an instant
Turn bad and sad
     In a moment

We must find
The kernel
     Of hope
The belief
     In better things
-In better
     Spirit
That transcends
     The hardness of rocks.
The dullness of
      A worried mind

We must sing
We must dance
     It is part of our job
     To vitalize the ether

We need to take that
Seriously

We have no more time
     To learn
     To be kind
There is an emergency
Here
Too much war
Too many bad
Choices
Too much power
     To destroy

Each and every
     One of us
Must shine
Must bring forth what
     Light we can

For our own benefit and
For the rest of us

Scrooge !

Christmas letters -

Hi we have been doing 

Xyz . . .

And we are so 

Wonderful !!!

All the family 

This and that 

Sorry you -

Are not part of that -

That family 

No you are just the 

Maiden aunt 

I remember my 

Aunt 

And how she was left 

Out 

Of 

Everything 

It's 

A family tradition !

Here's to all the maiden aunts 

May they make their own 

Arrangements  

For 

Everything 

 Betwixt and between 

Not one thing 

Or the other 

No place to fit 

No place to sit 

It's been like that

All along 

There is a prejudice here 

For 

Over-population -

Breeders

At this time of year 

And I suppose it's largely 

My fault (always is) 

For I do not go 

Pound on their doors 

But rather try 

And be no bother 

Drat this time of year 

And all its stupid carols 

Blaring at us from everywhere 

Asking us to buy 

What we cannot afford 

     And they don't want 

They have so much more

     Money than I 

Always have had 

Let them buy what they want 

And leave me be

And tonight 

He 

Has made arrangements 

For us to see 

The play about Scrooge 

God save me !

Why did they have to 

Go to all that trouble 

With ghosts and such 

To dissuade him from 

His perfectly correct 

Assumption 

In the beginning ?

Me

I want to be

The me 

That I've always wanted 

To be 

The one that's 

Free 

She doesn't wonder 

She doesn't worry 

About 

All the things that 

     Other people get 

Up to 

She serenely passes her days 

In a blissful, foggy haze 

Not worrying, not wondering -

Not wishing things to be 

Other 

Than they are 

To her 

It comes as a complete surprise 

Why other people 

Would want to

Be upset 

Be distressed

Why not be in service of 

This moment 

     It is sacred 

     Made by God 

Meant to be enjoyed 

By us 

Because 

We 

Are 

Here 

Have Patience Please

Please, please
Have patience
With each other

The common person
Wants common things
All over the world

The dogs and cats and
Chipmunks
Want the same things

Enough to eat
A place to sleep
Some warmth in winter
Some cool - in summer

God grant us all this peace 

The Events of Recent Times

Waiting in line 

At Christmas time 

This time so tainted by 

Killings

In the name of God 

Hoping all will be well

Knowing that God 

Does have an odd 

Sense of humor 

Ebola and plague 

And taxes 

What 

We must discover within 

The place of peaceful reckonings

It's really all we seem to have 

That saves us from 

The events of 

Recent times 

Again

The end of the cold 

Means 

The beginning of life -

Again 

Now 

That I can breath again 

I must

Make plans 

Again 

There are things 

     To do 

Again 

The wheel starts 

Turning again 

I have been spared 

This time -

I have a few more years 

To try some more 

To live the perfect life 

Be 

The perfect person

Who -

Am I kidding ?

Hey I'm not kidding !

I do try 

     And get it right 

And I do get up and 

     Try again 

And again 

It's something I pride myself 

     Upon 

My tenacious ability 

     To never give up -

Trying to find the 

     Solution 

The simple way 

     Of being 

Which the great pundits 

     Speak of

And the answers to 

The burning questions 

All the big ones -

Who 

Exactly 

Are we ?

Why 

Specifically 

Are we ?

Where from? 

 Where to? 

And 

What to do?

Next -

Unicorns and Others

Waiting out
This cold
And re-evaluating
This life
My direction 
And how 
I could have gotten 
     So many things 
     So wrong 

You see 
I believed
     In most of what 
They 
Told me  
And 
I've been patiently 
      Awaiting -
Waiting for 
The unicorns 
     To arrive 
 The parents were so sick 
Of war, I'm sure, 
That they too believed that 
Unicorns were 
     Right around 
          The corner 

And when they didn't appear 
(They never appeared)

Well, some of us are 
Still waiting patiently 
We can't believe that people 
Don't leave out 
Food and water 
For them 

We are forever amazed that 
The news never mentions their absence 
That places are not kept sacrosanct  
     And magical 
Natural
Undisturbed
     To provide cover
     And fodder
     And shelter 
For the human spirit-soul 
And also for our Unicorn
Brethren