Christmas Colors of Red, Black, Gold, and Green.

The fire in me, it yearns to be free

To travel the forests of greed,

To burn everything unnatural, clean.

For once this world was green,

And looked after well by worshipped Queens.

But those days have been,

Many long years oppressed.

The thing I would share is that hope for what is true and green

Is not ever lost.

We can get it back,

To rise from the flame!

We can all escape this earthly game—

Transcendence and love to claim.

For the phoenix will send with its ashes

Our collective shame.

The rage that’s been drowning me is almost gone,

Born from the intrinsic knowledge of right and wrong,

Not really my rage at all, all along.

Tortured, chased, spiritually raped and harassed,

Thinking heartfully of Metallica’s The Last Caress,

As Christmas approaches, whirlwinds of emotional lack,

Confidence shredding while stalkers with heads in

varying degrees of wack work overtime to put me in

constant stress and make me feel less…

Than they in their pathetic, pitiful fake existences,

Their little hearts do I bless.

Colored lights sparkling against Douglas Fir of green,

Playing off the walls with a metallic glean,

Reminding me of long times past, where forests were plenty

and clean.

Red, gold, green and black too, evoking Christmas spirit,

right here in my little room.

Presents, Hallmark, and shopping be damned,

Christmas is about spirit of Light abound.