Down in hang around town ostrich humans gape.. eyes see nothing buried in the soil.. evil boils ears receive calls as monsters rape..
Themselves as they believe nothing at all..
Monster shout about what they are dealing.. scare aware folks fear for child and time.. see self-blinded monsters with no feeling..
Quietly they hide.. excuse defined..
Children.. women.. young men.. feel no escape.. better not look may turn a head.. of self blind.. will not be kind.. monsters made of fear..
Hard on fools leave trails of bloody dead..
Lies of those who despise and mock.. new breed of truth tells life on earth.. what love.. what a sky.. light hits gemstone rocks..
light returns as life remembers birth..
Watch and compliment the bloody monster in his task.. speak antiques reek bloody work and deeds..
Take him to a time when love forgot to ask..
How child inside could help with others needs..
Holidays religious ways.. home in heart and mind.. what a time for felt love and thought..
Suicide? a nasty ride where folks forget how kind.. feels right.. more than toys a holiday child sought..
Thought for this day.. ‘Those who have love in holiday spirit.. know love is boundless.. enough to heal wounded hearts and minds.. of those who had to build pain in memory.. warmth to the cold.. bitter bitter cold.. leaves even the ice thankful.. tragic is one who chooses to ride a melting Popsicle down any river in life.. obvious is this plight.. storm cold with a warm cure found in caring’..