The Christmas Poem

Yuletide, sleigh rides, and angels in the snow, the evidence that winter's here with Christmas too in tow. Ribbons, wrappings, wreaths, and nipping cold; stands seem to erect themselves with cocoa to be sold.
Reasons for the Season, and cards with Christmas greetings; nativities arranged, displayed, and left for all to see them. Television specials, trees aglow with presents nestled; nutcrackers standing idly by, as trains go round their tressel. This joy and jubilation, this festive celebration, is here in short summation, from one sweet proclamation." For unto us is born this day, in David's city, a swaddled  babe. Emmanuel shall be his name", three wise men came as angels praised, shepherds bowed and Mary gazed, and from that came our Christmas Day.

Authentication

Imitation, so they say, is the highest form of flattery; but your flattery is forgery, and only seems to batter me. Identity repossessed, is just identity grand theft, and your reproduction never meets the standard that I've set, So please be an original, a hallmark all your own; authenticate the mark you make, and replicate no more.

Realization

Epiphanies they happen with the speed and force of lightning, revealing truths once hidden, or truths your heart and mind were fighting. Re-calibrating past tense thoughts to present tense, whats actual. Disclosing to you information privily, what's factual. Breaching confidentiality, disposing of all fantasy; nurturing maturity by promotion of reality.

Streams

Bitter waters can be welled, drawn and served destroying health. Tainted, poisoned, poised for strife making bitter such sweet life. These tongues that carry burdened views; pay them no mind, give them no room. Reserve the right to just refuse the bearer of such broken news. Instead you see give vacancy to those who speak of hope and peace, of what can be and fulfilled dreams. For speech is nothing but a stream. Which water choose you filth or clean?

Thankfulness

Still walking, talking, and breathing in air, still seeing the the sun and the moon's gentle glare, still planning and thinking and moving about, still able to sing and to laugh and to shout. Quite able to love and quite able to care and well able to capture a moment that's shared. Still able to cherish and be cherished alike, still able to choose what I like and don't like. Still able to ponder and question and view every blessing i have and be thankful in lieu.

Consistency

Consistency is consistently a commodity in need, forged of a conscious character, a tenacity in deed. The thought to be beholden to an ever present creed of truth, responsibility, and honesty of speech. A man like this is needed and is always well received, yet present tense would have us think he is a dying breed.

The Cycle

There exists nothing new neath the rays of the sun, there's perdition, and hate, senseless violence and pain. It's a cycle recurring, its a system well run, and with each passing age man is seemingly undone. Yet forget not dear friend, though the cycle is run; life ardent with vigor will never succumb. It's zeal strong and vibrant, like the sun through the rain, is fueled with the passion of hope, love and faith. For love conquers all as the poets do say, and hope is the means by which miracles take place. Faith is the substance, and root of dear hope, making beautiful all things by which man can cope. Take courage dear friend in commanding each day with faith hope and love that the cycle might break.

Epiphany

When you realize what's before your eyes is soon to fade away and all the things you treasure most will ware, rust, and decay; the vision that you once beheld will quickly start to change and purpose will remediate the foolish goals you've made. Ignorance will topple neath the glare of truths bright light and apathy will crumble with a new vision in sight.


-Aaron Brodie-

Truth

Candor and honor lay firm in our fathers, our mothers instructed their way. Once words were not pawns, but formed a mans bond and honesty life's only way. But at present transparency's vanished, and courage remains under fire, and every talebearer the eye can amass is branded a trusted advisor. With what do we parry this trend of phrases and words shaped and bent? The answer is truth clear of bribe or intent, given clear without need to repent. The answer is truth for our current, present, it's the answer we can't circumvent.

Inventory

Itemize, prioritize, assess assets and loss.

Evaluate what's valuable and what's not worth the cost.

Identify commodities and things you should not trade, but give away those things that wither, ebb away and fade.