So which of one of yoU is tHe pOet?

it is counterintuitive though
and takes time to believe it is so
six points to be seen
six connections between
twelvefold is the right way to go

it is not that a hexagon space
does not hold the same figure in place
all the axes are there
it's just easier where
a fold can be used as a base

for symmetry shall be the aim
within action as well as in name
to do things one time
without forcing a rhyme
so each side of the fold is the same

a small part of each fold must remain
as connection alone will sustain
the form as a whole
thus completing the goal
that the vision had sought to attain

to take time to think of what's next
to put all within its context
to sort what is done
from what must be begun
perhaps cannot be done in text

for a model is never the real
and whatever a map may reveal
takes an active repose
to counter all those
whose preference it is to conceal

so shall it be incomplete
not in victory or in defeat
but with accessibility
to possibility
so long as the heart can still beat

there might be some use to it all
some purpose I cannot recall
in a habit once known
its momentum alone
serves sufficient to breach any wall

removing a negative space
and retaining a positive grace
in the substance to be
the initial is key
and the rest will all fall into place

Well if we are gonna go to page

2000 or so

May as well ryhme on the way

as we go.

And may I say early, for 2016

HO HO HO MAY YOUR MERRIMENT BE GREEN!

Because see Christmas is coming

and coming again

and forever and ever until time ends

Amen.

And those who hate Christmas are a true sorry lot.

Imagine sitting around not improving what you got?

Did Moses hate Christmas, you just know he DID NOT

He gave gifts from his bridge, throwing rings of gold wot?

So there's Pumpkins and Thanks, and many discipline spanks

But when Christmas rolls around, every good person gives thanks.

hahahahaaaaaa

Once we hit the mid year,

its all downhill from theer

Rolling on ice down to Christmas,

Like a boat in a flood

No matter how bad your years been

here's some hot chocolate, bud!

The Great Pumpkin himself, just offer you high five

And the demons and angels are agreeing to together thrive.

Satan was made by God through Jesus

He is the firstborn of creation, what we are, he sees us.

And Satan is a lost lamb, the loveliest possibly made

But without the eventual genuflection, his own advancement is grave.

If he be won back to goodness, why, even Earth we could save.

Now at Christmas of course,
We think of the Dickens

Our great American Jim,
Laughing from the tree

As Ebeneezer's plot thickens

He's the Ghost of Christmas Present
He's also Truman too
He's Ace Ventura animal lover
And he's the liar lawyer as well

Jim's up there playing [name removed] you see?

See him take up the role, and make it real
for you and me?

HO HO HO PEACE ON EARTH GOOD WILL TOWARD YOU!

And he plays Ebeneezer as well,
Showing us his cruelly stolen youth.

For a world of poverty,
London in rags

Is it any strange thing
to fall in love with

money bags?

Consider if you will

Ebeneezer and The Monopoly(tm) Dude

Are they twins

bean ground at the same mill?

One is grumpy, one smiles like he's high

One counts coins,

the other counts renters and thighs

"Bank Error In Your Favor" =

Here's some cash for your yacht.

"Spirit Error in Your Favor" =

That nightmare saved all you got.

Commie Chest and CHANCE are the best squares

on which to land

And going to jail's a vacation

Dig your toes in the nice warm sand.

So Monopoly Dude(tm) wrestled his twin
And put Ebeneezer to hev-in,

Scrooge healed his self, but
Uncle Moneybags(tm)

went off the shelf.

He altered himself,
made a deal with Borg QWueen

He became a chess player
ever circling the scene

Buying hotels and slums
Tiny fetish unseen

Holding families like sand
Smiling every day between

All the beggings for shelter
and roof please when ten below

He's the smiling Monopoly Dude
Buying mansions dont you know?

On Monopoly Cruise Lines(tm)
you can circle forever

You are a playerrr my friend

The crabs will end,

never.

Every good person give thanks because they are the innocent ones, because they don't know what happens in darkness.


I hate what Christmas has become. That is why I never celebrated it.

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who are the most whacked out slave ones? F that god!!, because I will never bow to it. Those high priestesses are the lowest slaves and don't even see it.

Yes, many feel like that.

Would you have my rhyme you some healing?

I hated God
because he stole my baby

I hated Santa
because he hated me not maybe

Every Christmas was toast
Every December a blight

So I hated Santa, and God

Through each night.

But then like all others,

I died and saw the void.

It said to me,

"stinginess avoid."

I dipped in my toes
the void ate them like cheese its

I then offered my nose
the maw gulped is in one dose

I then sent in my arms
The emptiness ate em like lucky charms

I offered my balls
the void ate them without any thrall

I gave forth my legs
It gulped them like the dregs

I had nothing left then cept

my torso and head

And wouldn't you know

I floated on not yet dead?

I drive the hearse in dreams. I tell people to get out and run.

Get out of her my people!!

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nastiest religion of all time!

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The best ones were Cadillacs.

It actually a French Town!

I only learned that from another on godlike

So many here are wise.

a snowflake is biased tis true
but the child's heart must ever renew
that which seeks to aspire
to one story's pure fire
and the spirit of Christmas in you

the figure proceeds from the right
in accord with direction of sight
straight to one quarter turn
where the mind may discern
the angle squares use to unite

though the angle the square is now lending
is but part of the whole flow extending
which is both straight and curved
in its substance observed
in a digital analog blending

as in moving from literal sense
into figurative inference
turns cutting corners
into cutting corners
the whole contains all difference

a figure of equal proportions
a balance excluding contortions
as such may be achieved
within what is believed
but belief may hold many distortions

why are you fighting me
fighting the flames
fighting to win
fighting to undo this knot again

don't fight it.

belief is not quite so absurd
to think one flake has flaming deterred
whether paper or ice
it must simply suffice
to trust in the strength of the word

not by measure but only by eye
for perception must always rely
on inside information
without conformation
by yardsticks that rulers apply