Dying in December...

The cold keeps my corpse
from fermenting into frolicking fashions
or thawing under the more temperate temperaments
of winterless wonderlands

Frozen in this December's cold conditions
my life is all just to remember
no longer lasting
  but lingering
as I'm left malingering
dying to be dreaming
dying not to be dying, dying,
  dying in December

The remnants of my remains remember
some days of some September
These memories frozen in my mind
after burning bright enough to leave me blind
The chill that saves them now
is the same that dooms somehow
as I'm lying cold, and still
still dying, dying,
  dying in December

This winter's waiting
seems wasted and weighing
Weighing heavily as snow
that melts down far too slow
As I wonder why but cannot know
why I'm dying, dying,
  dying in December

Should I become lost in the frigid wind
and be cast into that end
or stay huddled up till spring
awaiting the life it might bring?
To begin anew or end
either way is an amend
to all this dying, dying,
  dying in December

For now I'm at an impasse
one I know will likely pass
I shiver while dying to break-through
into the warmth of something new
My lungs wheeze, cough, and gasp
Time continues to elapse
as my dying is slowly
dying, dying,
  dying in December

Like a Blind & Paraplegic Coin-Toss...

Who makes the call
these days?

It rarely seems
that those of
Vision
Virtue
Valor
  or
Vitality
are those that make the call

Instead
We send stand-ins
without the capacity
to make a stand
and we put them down
whenever they dare
to try

We do this by proxy
and thus removed
not you
not me
(No I's allowed)

Like a blind and paraplegic
coin-toss
with even odds
but no chance
We flip-out
as our designees
are unable to be wheeled-out
to even attempt to make a call

What difference would it make
if they called it anyway?
They couldn't see it
if they did
and we're not watching either

Unseen scenes of the unseeing
Unmoved motions of those unmoved
a world decided
day-to-day
by the calls
of a blind and paraplegic coin-toss
where everyone's welcome
to get their two-cents in,
toss-off,
and differ
to the unseen future

Hold It...

Hold back
Don't spit in the devil's face
Don't fight fools with furious fists
Nor waste words on worthless wolves
Hold tight
When anger grips you
takes hold, and causes tremors
Don't let go
Don't let it out
Don't let loose
Don't lose it
Hold on
Embrace your rage
with calm, with control
Sooth what sears and scars
the depths of your soul
Don't melt down
don't combust
don't explode
Hold out
Wait patiently
to grasp the Truth
with your virtues kept
tightly in your clutches
Don't slip
Don't fall
Hold it
Hold it
within your embrace
within your hands
It is in your grasp
It is in your hands
It is yours
Hold It

Tears in the I's of We...

Eyes weighing wearily
not from sights
  but seeing

Seeing without
 InSight
Gazing without
 Intent
Staring both
day and night
Gawking with
 resent

Mind's eye closes blind
As InSights
are outsourced
Sightless drifters left to find
what scavengers leave behind

Too much searching
with too little seen
Too much rehearsing
too small a scene

Eyes weighing down
falling under darkness
Not the lack of light
but vision lacking
starkness

Turning a blind mind's eye
to avoid beholding why
Watching in passive ennui
without the I's to see
beyond the views 
of we

As I's cry out
In tears or voices of their own
Those lights turned out
Shine like a flood lights' cone
Illuminating scenes
of landscapes flood-rinsed clean

The tears in the I's of we
cannot pour-out like this
They drown the I's within
the depths of their abyss

Per Perpetual...

For the sake
of what's forsaken
In the wake
of what will never awaken
Per Perpetual

Ceaselessly
Cease less
Carelessly
Care less
Per Perpetual

For no reason
Reciprocating treason
To no ends
From breaking after bends
Per Perpetual

The same as ever was
No explanations/Just because
Never question, ponder, wander
To busy for all but typical squander
Per Perpetual

The way it's always been
Perhaps will always be
Passed on to next of kin
Returned from sight unseen
Per Perpetual