It comes round once in three sixty five.
Sometimes without the white that covers our drives.
Does that change the feeling it brings us, no.
For it is the season of ho ho ho.
Joy for the masses with gifts and good food.
Time to feast upon it all until you’ve no more room.
Then splay out on the sofas and chill in your way.
For Christmas is time for friends and family.
With trees and decorations gleaming with lights.
All so pretty in the dark or days bright.
A time to smile, laugh and cheer.
When there are only traditions to which you wish to adhere.
So gather as you wish with those that you love.
Sing a silly song or play a game and do stuff.
Just remember that this season is for everyone.
And that it is all about having fun.

I sit and wait but can’t quite see beyond the veil a good degree.
Might not wither or flourish well with that which sings a common spell.

So stop your bragging.
I’m sick of you dragging,
Every name you’ve ever met,
Through the mud showing no respect.
It doesn’t sound like you think.
You’re the one who comes across as on the brink.

Now stop these lies.
Vent your spleen.
Forgive, forget, then reset.

Another day and exactly the same with you mouthing off again.
Eyes do roll and ears go deaf for no one wishes to listen to it.

End this gobbing off you do.
Before someone aims for you.
You know they will if you don’t.
For I’ve said it ao much its become a joke.
Thats why you don’t wage wars when you’re short on gear.
Instead engage in diplomacy to barter for peace for all.

Now stop these lies.
Vent your spleen.
Forgive, forget, then reset.

Three metres of towering form.
Not quite a building but far more than norm.
My eyes stretched wide as I take it all in.
Am I dreaming or has fantasy become reality?

When the roar strikes it cuts deep.
Makes me question if I’ll soon be obsolete.
Could be but I pray it’ll be a no.
Either way my body says I need to go.

When it moves there is only death.
My heart is torn and filled with regrets.
For I am the arbiter of this fresh hell.
Aided in the forging of this immortal shell.

Troll brought to life, metal filled with strife.
Armed to the teeth, without a sense of peace.
This is my creation.
Damned deliberation.
Willed into being.
A creature murderous and seething.

Flip a coin to decide your fate.
Heaven will beg while hell can wait.
Force of nature returned to the fore.
When you fall pick yourself up off the floor.
Not a motto more a reality.
Keep your head up think positvely.
And yes I know darkness may always creep in.
But if you ignore that voice you can conquer anything.
So believe, trust, keep on moving.
No reason to accept demons calling.
For you can be whatever you may wish.
Work hard, keep focused and reach for it.

Cast a nine sided die.
Friends will cheer while enemies cry.
Take solace in the fortune given.
Your dreams never have to be hidden.
And when you slip don’t lose your fight.
Use tooth and nail to get back to the light.
For it will never be lost for good.
Positivity is always a should.
So wear your scars and take the reins.
Cross the ragged tumultous plains.
Get to where you wish to be.
Those are the words I offer everybody.

Life has become a race to the bottom.
Those that do not make it are promptly forgotten.
Yet is this a system we should revere?
Sitting on the periphery it seems so severe.
Like a fix, one rigged to destroy.
Rather than a journey to love and enjoy.

Time is now a burden on youth.
Pressure to grow up faster than truth.
Expected to be mature and not indulge in play.
In what way is that any form of ok?
Sounds like a nightmare in constant motion.
Not the kind of thing that should be given devotion.

Split second judgement has become the way of the world.
So many accusations are endlessly hurled.
Without care or even a thought.
And if it goes awry innocence can always be bought.
Not by the innocent or those who wish to be free.
Usually by deceivers rabid for more celebrity.

Repeating the cycle rather than forging anew.
At times it feels like the world might soon be through.
With so many voices screaming their hate.
Reality is they are but a minority stake.
And my hope remains they will not prevail.
If they do then I foresee our civilization would utterly derail.

But hold the line and keep the faith.
Do not give in to the violence and rape.
For things will get better if we push forward.
Dark days are followed by dazzling mornings.
And when we reach it all wars will be won.
History will mark this monumentous occasion.

You took your name, subjugation.
Built a home upon annihilation.
Treading water is your prosperity.
Unleash the binds that tie severity.

Judgement, rendered.
Hope, none intended.
Fractured and futile.
Swinging with denial.
No time left to give.

Founded form with barbarity.
Contempt is birthed by stupidity.
Polished in the halls of anguish.
Soon no innocent will stand this.

Judgement, rendered.
Hope, none intended.
Fractured and futile.
Swinging with denial.
No time left to give.

Watered down to bloody shreds.
Damned a chopping off of heads.
Staring out at the failing sky.
Each new line is a pathetic lie.

Judgement, rendered.
Hope, none intended.
Fractured and futile.
Swinging with denial.
No time left to give.

Paint it black.
Set it down.
Light the match.
Wait for the bang, bang, bang.

Salacious with your venom tongue.
Too late is not so far gone.
An overdose from what awaits.
Break the seal, sound the alarm.
Way beyond a time to call for calm.

Paint it black.
Set it down.
Light the fuse.
Wait for the final disease.

Wretched in unncessary moments.
Simply to pick at my components.
What sort of soul does that?
Answer is in the mirror, staring back.
On the precipice of a global crack.

Paint it black.
Set it down.
Pull the trigger.
Nothing survives death bringer.

Upon the battlefield I soon will stand.
To rage in war like a berserker against a lamb.
Armed and ready;
Proud and tall, I stand to take on them all.

Axe blades bathed in blood yet I am ready.
Regardless of the slaughter my hands remain steady.
Continuing to push on;
Snarling I refuse to bow until the deed is done.

Outnumbered and feeling weary.
I accept fate as it sits clearly.
Smile across my mug.
Defiant as I roar for blood.

Struck down.
Took half with me.
Slashed deep.
My body failing severely.
I am done.
I know that.
Torn away like bone from fat.
Valkyrie delivered me!

Throw wide your arms and welcome me, Valhalla.
I die in battle, to cement my place forever.
And for eternity I’ll sit among the worthy.

For my time in mortal realms may be done,
But the forgotten I will not be counted among.
So I feast and drink plenty of ale.
Rejoice my for death was not a fail.

So…
Throw wide your arms and welcome me, Valhalla.
I died in battle, cemented my place forever.
And for eternity I’ll sit among the most worthy.

Loom in shadows of a painted sky.
There has to be more than asking why.
But as yet all I here are queries.
None of them filled with conviction really.
Merely statements delivered as if on cue.
Have to admit I’m getting sick of it too.
Whatever happened to the fire raging inside?
You know those feeling that gave you drive.
Cause from where I’m sitting you’re a facsimile.
Little more than a boring entity.
Much like a mannequin compared to a man.
Could it be the result of all those times you ran?
I don’t really know I’m simply commenting.
Reality might be it is nothing.
Still I refuse to believe that’s true.
Exactly like how I don’t trust you.
So offer some words before I turn blue.
You know cause so far you haven’t said what you plan to do.

Silence is deafening and growing dull.
Words out your mouth are still at null.
So I roll my eyes but say not a word.
I delivered my piece for which I was heard.
Sadly you continue to stay mute.
Your vacant eyes suggest this doesn’t compute.
Which raises my eyebrow toward the ceiling.
Definitely there is something you’re concealing.
What it is and why I cannot infer.
Perhaps neither can you as it is a blur?
Makes no sense and so I continue to watch.
Wait for you to blunder and botch.
Sadly you move barely a muscle.
Internally that leaves me in a tussle.
Do I speak again though I think this a ploy?
No, I stay silent and continue to play coy.
For in the end you will have to talk.
Otherwise media vultures like tear you apart like meat off a stalk.

As I suspected you finally relent.
Blurt some nonsense as if heaven sent.
Not a lick marries up proving you are damned.
Worst of all it’s all been cammed.
I smile, blink, turn then depart.
What comes next is not what I’d call art.
A vicious cacophony or vying for power.
After all someone has to sit atop the shining tower.
Why they want it so much I’ll never get.
Looks more like a forever spiraling debt.
The sort where you’ll will never be free.
Have a chance to live peacefully.
Though it was your choice and you sought it out.
Showed not a miniscule of self doubt.
That was until you realised you were neck deep.
As well as being without a paddle up the creek.
Guess that’s what a lifetime of lies does.
Story is over and yours ended in a hated murky fuzz.