for the sake of peace
the battle has began
men in combat gear
deploy remote weapons
like any other day
the sun rose today
yet as it sets down
uncertainty fills the air
energy that moves
the economy at large
getting held at bay
instability likely
what if we ask
what is the benefit
of this conflict
for all humanity
as there is always
benefit in each drawback
no matter how hard
it may seem to find
trust the process of life
the year comes to a close
few more days of cheer
fill our stockings
red green and gold
color everywhere
display of lights
the hunt for presents
visible at the mall
no price too high
on the holy day
eat drink and chat
little too much
year after year
the same rituals
followed to the letter
anchored in
the collective mind
the illusion of Santa
sleigh reindeers the works
the story that never
gets old
no talk of when
or if ever will
Santa retire
in search of assistance
with a rigid mirror
showing signs of
wear and tear
aging proceeds
without permission
bringing the gift of
squeaky knees
the fog on the glass
reflecting the youth
images showing
distant beauty
shattering bang!
the mirror in pieces
each one of them
the hologram of life
re-lived
hands on fire
head in the cloud
i have a desire
to say it aloud
to speak out
the truth to share
but then i freak out
and would not dare
words don’t come
my voice is weak
rule of thumb
i hardly speak
what is the matter
why do i choke
internal chatter
cracking a joke
the joke is on me
who cares more
invisible army
raging a war
sweaty palms
to face my fears
deceptive calms
under my tears
gather some strength
take a breath deep
stop writing at length
acting like a sheep …
go get some sleep
talk is cheap
