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I prefer the cold, Brisk winter’s day; Settling over a small town- Ship homestead; Startling; And calm. Branches creaking, Overhead; Bend, snap and crash, To the powder below. Silence settles; Speech only heard from, The comfort of fire- Side chairs; Dulce et, Decorum est. Ice congeals, Sealing closed inhabited- Waters; Movement now, Only just perceivable. A rising sun, Seen through gray- Cotton nimbuses; A fury of light; Non autem fine mortem.

January brings back a memory in full color: You with your hat pulled tight over your ears; Your hands grasping close your jacket. The wind whistled through the trees as we braced ourselves against it, As if wrapping our arms against our own shoulders would somehow cross the threshold left barren by our tongues. You remained quiet, I remain complacent; As always it was hard those first hours of our relationship, When the days crashed on us, effervescent and calm; Knocking us over in unrequited lack of patience. Slowly we made our way through mounds of snow, Each of us hoping that the other would take it slow. It was necessary, then, to dra

Ocean blue waves nestling close, coldest winter-wind eyes, my cold heart melts here.

Were it truly a revolution, I think I might submit; If it was not a mass delusion, to which the lame commit, I think I could scrape up the gusto to blindly absolve it. But I am not but a man, a simply childish mind, And so I must allay my fears, And challenge the divine.

If you are there when I finally die, Tell me what you see; Am I withering away? Do I look at peace? I'll let go of my possessions, And cast myself into the void. Noiseless, patient; Ever waiting. Death was always promised. Effervescent; Illuminating. No rest for what is honest. I'll relieve myself of this shell, And find myself once more. There is nothing but nothing. All is not what you believe. Make meaning for yourself; You've only one chance to leave. Nihilistic fundamentalism, Smothered by handsome need. While others replay what was essential; More oft' seeking chains, than to be freed. It is said this is our mortal coil; I suppose

Speak with confidence; Tell me what you mean. Pick yourself up off the ground, Wipe the dirt off of your knees. You have to be a man now; Look after the family. I know you didn't make this choice, But set aside your dreams. Your mother's digging into the drink; Your father's long since gone. Your brothers need you to take the lead, You can't just shrug this off. A boy of six should have his childhood, But I simply can't help you there. Go on, dry your eyes now, boy. Don't say it isn't fair. The world has set it's plan for you; Get on your knees, give thanks to God. You could've had it much worse, kid; Count your blessings and move on. Sa

Let it unlock your understanding; Let it open your mind; The facts are there in front of you; Seek and ye' shall find. Allow yourself to understand, All is as it should be. Treat your fear with skepticism, bask inside clarity.

I think I'll give up smoking. I think I'll start again. I think I'll give up drinking. I think I'll have a shot of gin. I think I'll give up caring. I think I'll hold you close. I think I'll give up wanting. I think I envy those. I think I see the point. I don't think I'll ever know. I think it's great you're here, But I think I have to go.

The sky is bright. There is no end to suffering. Treat me with respect, but don't wait for me. The light is fading. There is no end to suffering. Show me how to help, and then banish me. The light has gone. There is no end to suffering. Put me on my feet, and push me away. The light has abandoned us. There is no end to suffering. Sew shut my mouth, There is no more to say. The light is coming. There is no end to suffering. Tell me what you want, Then tell me to listen. The light is bright. There is no end to suffering. I don't mind hearing, but I don't want to witness. Remind me of light. There is no end to suffering. All I

Kill God. Fill your pockets. Kill God. Condemn the sick. Kill God. Poison the chalice. Kill God. Use your wit. Kill God. Convince the masses. Kill God. Murder the poor. Kill God. Build your mansions. Kill God. Don't open the doors. They are not but a sickness, Yet we seek them each week. They prey on the helpless, meager, mild, and weak. False prophets, of false prophets.