Christmas Truth Just Dawned

Earearby ojo29 Dec 2013

My back never lies
I just choose not to hear,
Until it's truth runs out of patience
As will eases & fibres soften to the song of days becoming one,
It shouts me to my spine,
Ho-Ho-Ho
Your soul is misaligned!

Reduced to whispering to floorboards
My captor pauses scene,
The futility of my cupped hands leaking this performance,
Left holding bitter pips.
And now I see the tree with lost lifeblood how it saddens the stage
And I meet the pleading eyes of fairy tethered to tradition, no longer able to fly.

I've wrapped it all wrong.
It's Winter's wisdom that I crave.
The comfort of withdrawal into orange hold,
Languid in the inspiration of stillness,
Hearts fired with our connection to stone & green,
In the joyous breath of blood, born & found.
It’s Yule I honour with wish to celebrate amongst my one & all.

Oh here she goes again,
All weird-o hippy dippy bah-humbug Heathen.
Go on, label-tie me with all you've got,
I dare you to seek your answer,
What is with all this duty?
Sitting shoulder to shoulder with how it must be done,
Hearts' desires swallowed & smothered with foiled papers,
Empty traditions filled with calories,
Essence of it all misplaced in an alcoholic haze.

I pray for the deepest snow to shoulder doors shut,
To make them stop.
Turn off TVs & be with beliefs without price-tags,
Share joy without the capitalist exchange.
My spine has gifted me what has long held true
And I offer you to taste it too.
Past seasons I nodded to this but not brought it to my blood.
I've homework to do,
Type Yule search return.
So this is forewarning
Next year might be different & 4 days soon.
Joy, light & love.

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