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I can't help but be just doom and gloom sometimes.... I mean, when looking at the world at a quick glance... Donald F'ing Trump... are you f'ing kidding me, it's funny, but seriously.... And it doesn't stop there... but I will because I don't have that kind of time and if you're reading this you probably already know how absurd our situation is... not just as a nation but as a species... How has it come to this, how have  we failed to become more compassionate and only advanced in greed and pointless self endeavors.  The whole world is collapsing and we're all too busy working to do nothing more than to fill our pockets with debt so we can have something we don't even need tomorrow but want today.  The fuse is lit, make no mistake, our days our numbered... yea, we could put the fire out, we might even be able to save ourselves... but instead we just fan the fire.  Hate hiding behind religion and national pride and casual prejudice and more often than not, just rearing its ugly head out in the open, because why the "f" not...  And truthfully, I'm terrified and I'm mad and I'm sick and I pray to some unknown god that please tell me I'm not human.  Maybe Thompson , Williams, and too many to name had the right idea... an early exit, not because they gave up hope, but because they just said "f" it... no one's listening and there's better places to be.  I can picture Hunter and Robin and Sid laughing it up under the bodhi tree... Suicides not my thing, I may have thought of it once or twice... who knows, maybe there was a rainy night once upon a time were death was sitting there in the passenger sit and a bottle of antifreeze was laying in my lap or maybe thats just a bad dream I can't quite forget... either way, I can't blame them.  At a quick glance and an over welcome stare... the world is just "f'd"...  Things are bleak, politicians are trying to push back progress in the name of this god and that religion vs basic human compassion and empathy.  No one is safe, those we should be able to trust to protect life are taking life... parents, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, neighbors, police, preachers... kids killing kids and on and on and on and... We have the ability now more than ever before to be better.  There is literally no excuse left for us to be so callous to those living without the bare essentials.  No matter how little we may have, we always have enough to share.  We can be better in ways far beyond that... Why are we still sending our own children to die in unnecessary wars... no matter your childs age, that's still your baby girl or baby boy..."18" or older doesn't change that... and it's no different on the other side.  War today is just blood for dollars, oil for souls... crocodile tears falling from political leaders  on both sides for the loss of lives sacrificed for some illusion they call freedom.  Doom and gloom goes on and on and on and....

Somewhere in the dark, in the secret corners and cracks, in the music of pitch black silence... there's still beauty... if you look long enough, close enough... you can see it, you can hear it, you can feel it...  

To quote Neil Gaiman

"A world in which there are
Monsters and ghosts and
Things that want to steal
Your heart
Is a world in which there are
Angels
And dreams
And a world in which
There is
Hope"

And hope is the universal heartbeat that beats within us all... if we stop to listen and look and feel... we can be better
You live in the deepest part of me
And when I think of you I'm lost at sea
But there's no where else I would rather be
Even though you are nowhere near
And I can not hold your hand
Or comfort tears
I may never know your kiss
Or feel the beauty of your skin
But I will always know this love
Even after eternity finds its end
 Dec 2015 Erick Snyder
Tea
I've spent centuries
in this agony
My body changes
but time stays still

All this time I've passed
waiting to be found
like a bird inside a cage,
my feet chained to this ground

I can't keep my monsters at bay
but I can't run away


In the eye of each soul
all I see is fear
and my own still whispers
"I'm not from here"

By now I thought
I'd have more power
But at the end of each day
"it" still devours

Even though there's love in my heart
I still feel like falling apart


Each fight feels like
dark mirrors inside a maze
and all I see in this reflection
is my own empty gaze

My mind is light years
away from this place
Still the only thing that saves me
is your warm embrace

And when it feels like I have no choice
I recognize your voice


I'm so tired of this fight
But your love still keeps me warm
Together, we'll win this battle
Together, we'll breathe through the storm.
I don't like history repeating itself
So I'm starting over
I just hope you'll be a part of my future
Time to celebrate around the world,
called by many names
from many lands.

A time of gathering,
family yearly, time to caught up,
learning of missed moments of the year.

Looking back with thoughts,
moments and great cheer,
how we gathered around the tree opening gifts.

Coming to this time of year, memories bringing tears.

Thoughts grow strong,
wishing to relive some of that happy life.
But, there is no tree, there are no lights
or friends or family to share the days and nights.

Sitting all alone
on this night as the world celebrates
together in joy and happiness.

As I sit looking out at the world,
Wishing to be with friends and family.
Tears run down my cheek, I'm not at peace.
Loneliness my only friend.

Check on your neighbors who may be alone, you can cause a smile with just a little heart.
Tasting fresh, pungent
cinnamon on the tip
of her tongue

Washing her feet
in spicy
peppermint soap

Finding bliss simply
living life
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Dec 2015 Erick Snyder
Kayla
He didn’t love her for her body.

He loved her for the way she belted out the wrong lyrics while blasting music driving down the highway.

He loved her for the way her eyes brightened like stars on a cloudless night when she saw him.

He loved her for the way she twirled around in her pretty blue dress, barefoot on the soft grass.

He loved her for the way she fumbled over the piano keys, creating a barely recognizable melody.

He loved her for the way she woke up on an early morning, all grumpy and confused, wrapped up tight in a blanket.

He loved her for the way she splashes around in the ocean, kicking the water at him and motioning for him to join her.

He loved her for the way she loved him.

He didn’t love her for her body.

He loved her for her careless, sloppy soul.
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