Happy Christmas
By jfarrell
Happy Christmas to you all.
What does Christmas mean to you?
A red suited gentleman and his menagerie
Breaking into your home and eating all your mince pies?
A tinseled christmas tree
With a golden, silver-winged angel sat atop?
Sat around the dining table,
With several generations of your family?
Pulling crackers, carving and sharing the turkey;
Too much food and playing charades after dinner?
A baby born into poverty many years ago,
To grow, to be crucified for us?
Awake all night, too excited to sleep….
If I stay awake, even just one eye… I might see santa…
Whatever Christmas means to you…
The very merriest of Christmas’s and may the next year be your best yet.
And if, like me, you’re alone…
Or worse…
Sleeping on the streets…
And where-ever’s worse than that…..
Don’t give up!
You’re not alone, however much you feel you are.
Christmas is the time for miracles…
Don’t give up!
Happy christmas to you all and the best year ever!
If…
By jfarrell
(in regards to Rudyard Kipling’s masterpiece)
If…
You’re still standing, after all this time;
After all these many battles and defeats;
If…
When they rub salt in your wounds,
You can lick it out and spit it back at them;
If….
When they kick your legs from under you, you get up;
Because you’re too stupid to stay down;
If…
If only life had been nicer;
Seaside and ice cream;
Hugs and kisses from mum and dad
But…
But a lot of things;
And none of them matter
After all this time.
If…
If you can’t get even, get drunk;
So drunk, how much it hurts don’t matter;
If…
You’re sleeping ‘out’ tonight;
Keep warm, it’s gonna be a cold one;
If…
I, we, all cared more,
And life was very different from what it is;
If….
John Lennon invited us to imagine;
And we could all imagine that dream enough to share it.
What if….?
Are you there?
By jfarrell
Are you there?
Really?
I hope so.
I think we all need saving;
I know I do.
If,
You’re there,
Please come soon.
Before North Korea strikes back,
They might really be that crazy;
Before ISIS strike again;
Before another bomb is dropped on another country.
Before the bailiffs come;
Before I lose my home;
Before I sleep on the streets.
If,
You’re there,
Please come soon.
" The Decline of Everything Collection ." Dark literature for a Diminishing World . "
Pendleton, Oregon May 2015
quiet as a whisper .
" The Decline of Everything Collection ." Dark literature for a Diminishing World . "
Pendleton, Oregon May 2015
quiet as a whisper .
" The Decline of Everything Collection ." Dark literature for a Diminishing World . "
Pendleton, Oregon May 2015
quiet as a whisper .
You do something that's really dumb.
Every day you call homeless people bums.
Like me and you, they're human beings.
But that's something you have trouble seeing.
What you say about the homeless really does suck.
You have no right to look down on people just because they're down on their luck.
When you see what they go through, you show no concern.
They need our help, maybe one day you'll finally learn.
Certain people won't help the homeless because it's not politically correct.
You and those people better start learning that homeless people deserve respect.
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(photo from usnews.nbcnews.com)
She wanted so much more,
Because private schooling
And a 200 square foot closet
Is not enough space,
For a heart that wants to feel
What life is really like.
What life is really like
Is when she walked into the dark,
And ate leftover twinkies
From rat-ridden garbage cans,
Where stray cats would claw
Beneath the emptiness she felt.
Beneath the emptiness she felt,
The place where her memories began,
A place with lace-draped windows,
Gourmet meals, french pedicures,
Maids that emptied her trashcans,
And that became her dinnerplate.
And that became her dinnerplate,
Among a cluttered street,
In summertime the air was sweet,
Rotten fruit she couldn't eat,
And then awakened by a garbage truck,
As rodents scurried by.
As rodents scurried by
A passing stranger sat to cry,
No more than twenty yards away,
She watched another left to die,
Then reminisced of life now passed,
She asked herself, but why?
She asked herself, but why
Is someone born into this life?
And me, another child the same
Born with affluence so rife?
So ill prepared to see the truth,
She wanted so much more.
1:22 AM 8/2/2013 ©
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The cold wind claws at innocent skin
The tummy aches for food so thin
Cradled at her mother’s breast
Her young life is her greatest test
Dressed for summer in winter’s height
Dressed in rags, so cold all night
No home to rest all snug and warm
To ignore their plight is our poor form
Their faces plead a cry for help
We only care for our own self
The homeless pass like ships at night
A sight unseen by our careless sight
They eat worse than we give our pets
Meals from a bin as good as it gets
Our waste it is our badge of shame
We see no wrong, we’re not to blame
Her young life passes from our world
Her mother mourns her little girl
No value placed upon their lives
When in our view, we closed our eyes
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