the new year rises with the sun on the morrow
pale become the memories of old, this year past
this eve brings celebrations of ancient times
and friends everywhere will kindle their bonds

this day we have seen even the highest of leaders executed.
though it was probably just, still i cannot agree with a penalty of death.

to rule the life of another, to bring it to its end is a dangerous task
and i most certainly would not be comfortable assuming such a position.

this does however remind us of just how fragile is our existence.
may providence have mercy upon lost souls, as we affirm his singular perfection

the stress of your comfort is too much for me to handle
it seems that even bliss eventually turns to reality
for your sake, you should cut and run, because i have already
it is always only a matter of time before truth and wishful thinking collide

he told me that i had wonderful, beautiful dreams
dreams for which he was happy; pure imagination of endless limits
you reckoned my dreaming, though; you asked me to reconsider
my greatest dreams must not have pleased you; they did not serve you

this is how realism pushes its way through relationships
emotional blocks are not built; just uncovered for all to see
for the brave soul meets another in fellowship
and the antagonist walks away in disdain

with great haste my heart seeks company
ancient times and distant music speak softly to me
hearty fellowship breeds a confidence so elegant
and mere kindness is kindled in the fires of love

blue eyes gently sweep across a vast divide
giving light to the hopeless and inspiring passion
a soul quietly peers upon possibility and the unknown
while the mind holds fast to reasonable reckoning

enter the grey cool mist of night, ever pervading the clear
the uncertainty of the fog now rests in the place of logic
and yet again, all fates are in the hands of providence

rejoice! tonight we rang the bells of heav'n
this eve we danced the timeless tale of the babe
our spirits joined with all creation to pay homage
myrrh, frankincense and gold were lavished upon him

this night we heard the meaning. the subtext of the story.
how kings and countrymen related in such glory
we took bread and wine to participate in the continuing holy saga
and our hearts were contented with the fulfillment of providence

gloria. gloria. gloria.
to him in the highest.
peace and goodness on the earth.
gloria. gloria. gloria.

i must have offended thee
for thou hast pricked me sharply
was it not enough to wound me
but then to desecrate the gash with salt

this world has truly been turned upside down. wars, terror, racism and religious persecution wreak havoc on the nations and evil roams the earth. ironically, it is the hand of humanity that feeds the angry dogs let loose by the prince of darkness. mankind in turn ignorantly blames his fellow brother for his own misdeeds and misfortune, just as it was so at the time of his initial fall.

the world has crowned the actor king and the politician has become the priest. entertainment is now the modus operandi of the generations. god is a three letter word that should not be used in public. morality is word from a dead language. family connotates political conservatism and marriage consists of all things whimsical. infants are merely charitable organisms to be had by science; their willing tissues sacrificed to appease the master of humankind, dis-ease, that man might fulfill his own selfish desire to exist more pleasantly.

the sons of adam and the daughters of eve appear to have failed as the stewards of this earth. fortunately, final salvation is not contingent upon passing such a test.

as i said, keeping the balance is difficult in this life
one can only hold the anchor for so long before he falters
but it is to be expected, though it is not easy to accept
and one can only continue, beaten, down the weary path

the human perspective is a curious thing, for it deceives
this oddity is often the cause of war and bloodshed
for rarely do warring parties agree why they fight each other
and often both are justified in the very end, and rightly so

one cannot always get what he wants in this life or the next
in fact it would not be good for a person to be completely want free
it is such natural desires, though, that plague the heart
the best consolation is that perhaps not all ends here

winter scarves, wool pants, warm car coats
these and others, perhaps a pipe and some warm whisky
all are present at this gathering of thoughtful consorts
books and such are the subjects of delightful conversation

one can only appreciate keeping warm in the cold months
if he is subject to the frigid air itself; kept at bay to the freeze
this is why, i suppose, that i do enjoy sitting in frosty weather
while sipping hot tea, clothed in the embrace of gentle furs