Dear Santa

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited October 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Dear Santa Clause,

Are you tired of the iron wall
the curtain of scorpions
the pit of broken vilest glass

Somehow happiness must be torn down because she is insane
so the rollercoaster spins out of control
similar to tornado anger bringing butterfly daisies to the picture

Dear Santa Clause
Dearest Santa Clause,

Bring me the vice
bring me the patients
the capability of stone
or water

As she becomes transparent to even my touch
she just flings herself across the room
and grows a storm in the corner

Dear Santa Clause
Dearest Jolly,

Tell your secrets
to the china dolls
to the rag dolls too

Dear Santa
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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Comments

  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    just awesome chad. love it.
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • StillHereStillHere Posts: 7,795
    bestest
    peace,
    jo

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    "Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
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