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              TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS HOUSE CLEANING CLAUS                 The house was quiet. The walls creaked, and windows leaked. The furnace pops on battling to keep a comfort balance. Still not a creature was stirring as the dust bunnies gather. In the silence their meeting was loud, something stumbled on the roof it seemed. A beep rang through the rooms a tired soul gathers the sound and realizes must get wet clothes from washer to dryer. Something was odd, presents under the tree rustled as the tired soul walked by the Christmas tree. Still in the call of the clothes god the weary soul walked by. That was close the red suited man thought as he placed a few more presents around the tree. A metal screech of a door startled the red dressed one. He freezes and looks the dust bunnies swirled to his bag. The red suited one gives a whisper I may have something for you. “Oh really?” the weary soul asked in an unwelcoming way. “Oops!” the suited one exclaimed. He snaps h

                                                      DIFFERENT Different an abstract expression Different would be the whole filled in this life Life would be as the eyes that give a soul comfort Bright and wonderous It is different for they do not know how it affects a view This doesn’t matter happiness should be wished on Blessed was a closeness that seemed to be started Now like the day it happened just washed away Heavy is the heart that feeds the fingers in these words Cursed or fell for the joke that never heard coming With a burnt impression of a smile deep in mind Different seems more clear Different just laid more rules of not what to wish for This abstract is a lesson one will never learn Different

                                                 ODDITY ODE Wish on a shooting star As invisible bars of laws from peer’s sneer lock ’em Some say weird and a giggle silent from real odd If an interested one courts, welcome to normality Walk the packed concrete and smile knowing nature pulled a prank Playing drops of hope, keeps the game in play Future should not be this easy to read For the blind think this is everyone’s drink If dreams didn’t speak so loudly Would of went further Alas a message is always listened too To the open mind Too feel pain means to be human, kindness has taught this Drowned over and over hearing how rough romance is In the ether of no one sees much of a comical tragedy Walk in the shoes of a lone soul where cupid never aims The lone heart knows the play well In a deepness that gives the dare of empty eyes Oddity

                     DREAM NUMEROUS In a night’s dream Warm mushy things appear The not alone More than sugar plums Dance and smiles and silk Whispers of what stars and heat could mean While basking in the moon’s light flow Feeling the kind of magic Inches away in a realm to only disappear A falling heart that finds ways to keep going A soul that has seen more aches waltzes with another An unknown of what may have happened Or just take the easy way of mind misfire Pass it along A loss is only lonely if spirit is lost Dream numerous

                                                       HEAVEN’S CURSE Gazed into the starry night Screaming thoughts and feelings With the huge question As all the memories of the past Why lay the curse so heavy? The few times should have ended the breath The world would be better, and pains would be gone No more dreams of an infatuated one Hell, at many times already not heard or seen Enough it must be said Will hide in the shadows, and continue to exist in plain shallow Keep ticking illusions of this one who enters the dreams Like the last cigarette, see the smiles that others bring Will never give that no matter the passion burns inside Cliché must be made Wall must be built Silly how a heart will think after seeing a real mirror So, curse the heaven for this From the lost and seen as others say its him you can’t be interested Heaven’s curse

                                                    LOST IN FIND The moon shined A glimmer of enchantment Seen with happiness A logical thought silently walked close Taunted by the words of the day In many years like a looping track No one hears it better Such a lack of creativeness That urge of eureka found one The mind in a fury screaming not again The lines the same with different actress Heart with minor scratch Proudly wears the badge The many others enjoy the comedic tragedy Ground to the ground again While pleasure from fools who believe Gives the suffering ones the laugh to tip the glass Lost the effort Onward to search for more than shallow selfish That could care less for any others Lost in find

                                                              A boy told Santa       While Samuel stopped at a coffee shop one day a man who ended up being St Nick was there. Being somewhat of a jolly soul he made some conversation. Samuel seemed a bit depressed St Nick held his hot chocolate up and said to the Sam “I know you Samuel what you did for the boy and his mom was truly the Christmas spirit.” Samuel acted a bit surprised and thought for a moment, I haven’t done anything special for Christmas. “Sorry how did you know my name, have we met before?” Samuel asks. “Samuel it’s been many years the boy and mom have passed on now. That Christmas long ago when the boy was staring at Christmas trees and the mom who was ill and they couldn’t afford the tree. You talked with the boy and got him a tree and you asked the boy if he wanted anything for Christmas and he said for his mom to have a Christmas tree for the angels were coming to bring her to heaven.” St Nick tells him this a