Relative Something

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it’s whatever it is that hasn’t been said
it’s the look that was missed
that expressed what was meant
it’s what you were thinking
after you walked out
and the silence that followed
draped in undeniable clout
lives weave a pattern
underneath a visible shroud
don’t hesitate to notice
don’t ever forget
it’s not what we think
it’s what needs to be said

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Merry Christmas
how can we not?
I will merry Christmas
and you should, too
dancing round and round
in a frenzy
overjoyed
toys unimagined
placed in our hands
things undeserved
but given nonetheless
by givers richly blessed
we hardly could have guessed
forget about all the rest
this is truly the best
Christmas
as it should be
merry Christmas for me
even more merry Christmas
to you

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it’s not like I can’t hear you
when you spout into my ear
barely hiding what you fear
wondering where your world went
the one you think you knew
now you’re so distressed
why can’t things still just be
the way they were back when
your forefathers set the stage
for you to never have a clue
to diss most of the human race
that life of bliss
for you

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grasping at straws
of brilliant white light
enthralled in the thrills
that make great things right
fact after fact
smacks the green-screen of life
fast gasping stabs
ringing hollow amid strife
loneliness glows
almost in spite
weak weary knees
climbing flight
after flight

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