the snow was falling
like a gate
the bulb was burning full o fhat
the door was open
just ajar

the tracks were leading
but not far

no one there to run
the car
no light turned off
the storm was far

the snow crept in
and melted fast
the flakes kept falling
dark to last

no one now speaks
of things
left past

when winter nights
come flurry seek

They disbelieve the evidence
and say I don't exist
but I just laugh and carry on
adding to my woeful list.

I am the whisper in the ear
that unrelenting voice at night
egging on another pawn
to do what none can say is right.

You've seen my work in Nordic lands
my winds were reaped at Columbine
and at a movie's first premier.
Perpetrators all were friends of mine.

Manson is a favorite son
Osama now burns at my side
Son of Sam heeded my prods
Wournos attends me like a bride.

You are dead without money
Familiar as the saying goes
Visitations bring strange sad tales
With the loss of clout to purchase
Self confidence starts to erode
Stagnant shadow grows tall from base
Time ticks, the world moves on with it

You are dead without money
You know it is not really true
With breathe and health, the mind assigns
Instinct of self preservation
Exchange battered into money
Resources are sold on demand
The lazy man dies of hunger

Xmas Doldrums

Are we ever to be rid of
the parasite called royal.
They’re attached to the
wealth of our country
like skin to a boil.
Unwanted by most of
the needy crowd, the voice
of the poor crushed if
it appears to loud.

Their incessant greed
is unmatched, it is a
heartless but not
a modern crime.
No austerity gripping
their greatness for
their plans had already
hatched. It was their
most sadistic of all
reign time.