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the unseen

old stuff........

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a virgin snow
covers the ground
in a pristine blanket
twinkleing lights
cast a colored reflection
adding to the wonder of christmas

inside...
a child sits
in nervous anticipation
her mind alive
senses overloaded
with the sights
sounds
and smells
of christmas

a fire crackles
in the hearth
filling the room
with warmth
the air is filled
with the aroma
of pine
the tree is dressed
in glowing lights
shining orbs
and freshly strung corn
popped just for this night
packages spill forth
from under the tree
wrapped in bright paper
which waits to be torn
revealing the secrets
hidden within

silent night plays
from another room
while on t.v.
charles brown
picks out a tree
whose beauty
only he can see
the kitchen
fills
with the sound of laughter
as the grown ones
relive memories
of christmas' past
by the tree
children gather
eyes wide open
to the possibilities
of christmas present
young and old alike
hope for christmas future

the child takes
a final look
nose pressed
against the pane
looking to the heavens
hoping for a glimpse
of a magical sleigh

she marvels
at the beauty
of christmas

she lies in her bed
tucked in for the night
awaiting the slumber
that will usher forth
the magical morn'
aware that the house
is alive with the sights
sounds
and smells
of christmas
as she drifts off to sleep
she is comforted
to know
the house
is filled
with the love
of christmas

BhagavadGita

that was beautiful until she wakes up and realizes it was all a dream and she is no longer the child but the adult trying to explain to the child who is asking her is santa claus and magic are real cause the kids at school told him none of it was true and what you thought existed never did and one day you are decorating your 40th christmas tree and it doesn't smell because your family doens't believe in nature or cleaning up pine needles and you ask god to help you say the right thing to your child because he is asking you to give him a perspective you don't have anymore and you also realize you are asking god for help and he is just an unreal sometimes as mr. clauz.

the unseen

yea i know.....

this is from last year.....

drunken santa
staggers up the street
took to the booze
when suzie
stopped believing
lost his home
when timmy
lost the faith
traded in
his burlap bag
filled with love and hope
for a brown paper sack
holding md 20/20
dried up urine
dulls once
shiney boots
beard and suit
blackend from the filth
of living in the street
drunken santa
takes a swig
as another child
loses the belief
for all things
filled with magic
then
staggers up the street

tenaciousA

thought you burned
not froze for your sins


let
me
sleep
it's
christmas time







christmas would be a lot different if it occured two days after the longest day of the year... just like jesus's supposed real birth....

ah well

even flow?

I am at a loss for words...................I was expecting the usual "black" poem and you come out with this. Then the second one came around and it was back to the norm. Both were good though.

Being Enlightened

I have to agree with e.f.? the first was uncharacteristicly cheery and fabulous and the second was definately the unseen we've come to know and love and was still great!

the unseen

the fire trucks are long gone
so are his possesions
save for one
he clutches as he
kicks thru the ashes
of what was once his home
he stands where the tree was
glimmering and bright
topped with the star of david
presents stood tall underneith tinsle covered branches
faulty wiring started the blaze
now he's homeless
all he has are the clothes on his back
and the book he clutches to his heart
he sits down amongst the rubble
and reads about the birth of christ
it's celebration the reason for the tree in the first place
like joseph and mary seeking shelter for the night
he knows he'll be alright
his heart is full with his love for jesus
as tears drip onto the pages
it starts to snow

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by the unseen
the fire trucks are long gone
so are his possesions
save for one
he clutches as he
kicks thru the ashes
of what was once his home
he stands where the tree was
glimmering and bright
topped with the star of david
presents stood tall underneith tinsle covered branches
faulty wiring started the blaze
now he's homeless
all he has are the clothes on his back
and the book he clutches to his heart
he sits down amongst the rubble
and reads about the birth of christ
it's celebration the reason for the tree in the first place
like joseph and mary seeking shelter for the night
he knows he'll be alright
his heart is full with his love for jesus
as tears drip onto the pages
it starts to snow

One might say this kinda has a moral to the story---it shows the true meaning of Christmas. I'm not a religious person myself but I find this quite moving and tender and sweet!

Presents all wrapped up in ribbons and bows are all we tend to think about at this time of year.

I hope everyone will spare some change for at least one homeless person this holiday season!

SleightOfHand562

Originally posted by Being Enlightened
One might say this kinda has a moral to the story---it shows the true meaning of Christmas. I'm not a religious person myself but I find this quite moving and tender and sweet!

Presents all wrapped up in ribbons and bows are all we tend to think about at this time of year.

I hope everyone will spare some change for at least one homeless person this holiday season!

I saw the exact same moral when I finished reading it. nice words for the holiday season unseen.

tenaciousA

it happens every year
somebody's world bums to the ground
because of the glitz christmas is

the unseen, i am moved by your empathy for this unfortunate victim

thank you for sharing this with us

and i'll try to remember to turn my own glitz off when i fall to sleep tonight



love and peace to you my friend