It's Christmas

A tree melts to green
from the snowy winter coat
The pagan sacrifices end
and the giving begins

A brand new Season
in which days begin
to lengthen
The Worlds gift to us-
the promise of another year,

and proof we can't read each
others minds

the winter besets
leaving us to our privacy
of chasing candy cane lanes
to melt on the floor
sticky with each footstep
towards Hawaii

Till spring dreaming cleans once again
the avenues

To The Ends of Time

The decadence of taxes
Is a rainbow of ten-thousand
Bridging Space & Time
In a glowing span of spectacle

One color fades into the next
Until each fly a million miles
But only upon occasion

While the serpent rides the winds of war
To break such promises of peace
Spreading claws to rake the young and the virgin

The spoils of war?
Useless until the fires burn out
And the woald turns green again

All that was built
All that was grown
All that was proven
Rubble- but in the hearts of Men

It may damn well be the taxes of humanity
To watch people suffer and/or die
Let us keep hope and thrive