Silent night
Unholy night
Cold, alone and filled with fright
Hands are shaking, sigaret in hand
Recalling better times if they can
Noone knows who they are
Noone knows who they are

Heaven above
Streetlamps for stove
Flickering lights in search of love
Eyes that have seen things you won't understand
Hearts so heavy they needed a hand
Knew they'd never get far
Knew they'd never get far

Ghosts all around
In this ghost town
A different silence filled with sound
Some days they see a smile sent their way
In endless night that is their dawn of day
Their eyes shine bright like the stars
Their eyes shine bright like the stars

The hunky lad passed me smiling.
I sat and wondered what he was into.
I spent the next short time whiling.
Did he like the same things I like to do?
Was it possible he’d find me beguiling?
Or was I just a romantic Ford Pinto;
A bit of data barely suitable for filing?
Not worth a kiss let alone a good *****?

Thus run the silent mental maunderings
Of a fool with little else but fanciful wishes
As he went about his chores like laundering
Dusting, vacuuming and washing dishes.
Dreams like those of a damsel in a castle
Drug me away from the drudgery of the day.
And helped me not see life as a hassle;
Instead it made my mind a place to play.

If fortune could send a lucky handyman
To fix something I didn’t know was broken
I could think it was a very dandy plan
And that God was sending me a token.
Almost like a voice was whispering to me
Everything is gonna be okay, my child.
So go ahead and celebrate giddily.
Your life is will soon go from mild to wild.

Oh yes, I would sing and dance in joy
Around my tiny rent-controlled home.
God was going to send a perfect boy
So he would never again need to roam.
He could stop here in his **** travels
And I would make him so glad that he did.
He could stop pounding the gravel;
Just stay with me, almost on the skids.

I’d serve him chicken from the Colonel
I have lots of coupons I’ve set aside.
Maybe he’d like something from McDonalds.
I would set the table with great pride.
And I would make sure there was wine
By the lovely gallon, here for him to drink.
If he wanted a more inexpensive kind
He wouldn’t really even have to blink.

Yes I would make a lower-class heaven
With our modest Rent-a-Center stuff.
I’d do the scutwork twenty-four seven.
I do it all now, it is nothing that tough.
He would only have to love me madly.
Life would be a fairy tale for both of us.
He’d consent to stay forever gladly;
Life would be simply, totally marvelous.

See you soon, I'm leaving
I'll be back before dark;
Before the street lamps make the world less black
And the Sun makes its final mark.

I can't help but stare
At the dirt as I tread
This Place is too familiar
I prefer unknown terrain instead.

By every minute I forget my Home
As I get further and further away
No, I can't forget my Home
Home's my only place.

But if Home is all I have
Why do I have such an urge to leave?
The lamps must have burnt out
For my Shadow's disappearing.

The Air around is cold
If I could make it warm I would
But even if I could control It
I'm not sure if I should.

I can barely breath it in
The Air, it's toxic in my lungs
Keeping me from breaking free
Can't you see my mind is stunned?

My feet move further away
And between the Roads ahead
I turn down one I thought was right
Should have turned left instead.

Nothing looks familiar
The ground is hallow track
My lips are sorta trembling
When should I travel back?

I told you I'd be Home by dark
But I'm still focused on my shoes
I didn't know the Sun went down
'Til the world turned to blackened hues.

I’m already lost
The Sky's already black
So what's the use of calling Home
Or ever going back?

The Many Benefits of Facebook Friends

A Facebook friend wrote meaningfully:
“Give me,
Five ways to give aid to people
Of Aleppo”
(You know where Aleppo is;
It’s on the lip(s)
                          of all the world).
A reader sent back this small clip,
A tiny snippet:
“Meditate!
Get rid of violent thoughts,
Of evil judgments that you sow
And sown,
And temper outbreaks that you’ve known.
Don’t only sit, feel sad and moan!
That is the thing this scribe can do,
Does do and plans to do.
You do it too!”

All done and said,
That was the ‘five good things’ contributed.

When he who wrote it
Noted
This.
I wrote right back and sent a kiss.
There are ten thousand like me.

The Many Benefits Of Facebook Friends 12.19.2016
Our Times, Our Culture II; War Book II;
Arlene Corwin

Invisible lines and curves
Extend from skin to skin,
In waves, from eyes to eyes
Closing the distance faster than light
Is this gravity,
Catching the eyes,
Binding the minds,
Bending the thoughts,
Charging the skin,
Pulling us in?