Monday, December 28, 2009

Christmas (Addition)

Tis the season, the season to praise ghosts above and hear more and more about conditional love. Tis the month of false advertising, we're told that we're happy while statistics are rising, Tis the day where we visit people of which we share nothing in common. People it's been a year since we've laid eyes upon. What if we acted like human beings and not creatures devoid of emotion? Let's take a moment to explore this notion. There's no need to look to what's after this life because this is all there will be. Real love can't be bought but the expensive gifts sparkle too much for us to see that all there is what you got, the family you avoid and meaningless things you bought. Tis the time of suffering for so so many, the ones without the spirit, the ones who can't spend a pretty penny. They are forgotten, forgotten by everyone, the reason we should look back on this year and think of what we could have done. This year I thought of noone but myself. This year you thought of noone but yourself. So here's to a never ending winter where our lips are cracked and our relationships splinter. Here's to a World that doesn't care as long as they have their share. Repeat. Repeat. Repeating your actions. Repeat. Repeat. Repeating as long as you have satisfaction. Here comes another 365 reasons to change but it always ends up the same.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Christmas

Tis the season, the season to praise ghosts above and hear more and more about conditional love. Tis the month of false advertising, we're told that we're happy while statistics are rising, Tis the day where we visit people of which we share nothing in common. People it's been a year since we've laid eyes upon. What if we acted like human beings and not creatures devoid of emotion? Let's take a moment to explore this notion. There's no need to look to what's after this life because this is all there will be. Real love can't be bought but the expensive gifts sparkle too much for us to see that all there is what you got, the family you avoid and meaningless things you bought. Tis the time of suffering for so so many, the ones without the spirit, the ones who can't spend a pretty penny. They are forgotten, forgotten by everyone, the reason we should look back on this year and think of what we could have done. This year I thought of noone but myself. This year you thought of noone but yourself. So here's to a never ending winter where our lips are cracked and our relationships splinter.