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This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO
What is Christmas to you and me?The holidays to the oppressed?To the splintered soul?The hosts of such griefWhose ember desire wracks the flesh?What is Christmas to you and me?(Humanity's meaning, not the redeemer,in these days of crucifying.)O! Our portrayal defies expression!Our darkened pathway!Our giving, our charity,O! It needs light upon it!It needs shine bright upon reality.As a tree so ornamented.We love.Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
HOSTS OF GRIEF
What is Christmas to you and me?
The holidays to the oppressed?
To the splintered soul?
The hosts of such grief
Whose ember desire wracks the flesh?
What is Christmas to you and me?
(Humanity's meaning, not the redeemer,
in these days of crucifying.)
O! Our portrayal defies expression!
Our darkened pathway!
Our giving, our charity,
O! It needs light upon it!
It needs shine bright upon reality.
As a tree so ornamented.
We love.
Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman