What I like about Christmas

It’s that seasonal fruit I love
I’m finally peeling a mandarin
Each burst sweetens my breath
In the late hours before the morn’
Or is it the early hours, after dark?
When my stargazing has taken shut.
Still it’s quite cosmic, somehow
Staring at an expanse
Filled with twinkling buildings
And inner city streetlights
While sampling something I
have missed year round,
it is made all the better for it
that longing, that missing
I love the imprinted scent
of it all, under my fingernails
The oranges, the wash of oranges
While an impotent sun hangs
just under the horizon
As if to wait, just a little longer
Enjoying the view with me.
For soon, the oranges will turn
To whites and grays
And the twinkling will become
Excessively unnecessary
But I’ll still have my fruit to peel
And my need will be all the greater,


It’s finally done!

Hello facecrack users and the like,

I have been in the process of consolidating all my poetry to this blog(https://signalfires.wordpress.com), as I hear it is all the haps this year to do so.

I will no longer be posting straight to Facebook through notes, rather, when I post something on the blog it will automatically appear on facebook and then I will tag all you lovely and handsome followers.

That said, if you would not like me to tag you, let me know, or if you would like to be tagged and are following my blog please let me know and I will tag you! Generally I only tag people if they have commented (then your all your soul is belong to my blog).

Alright, this shouldn’t really affect anyone really, except that if you comment now you have more than one place to do it, via facebook or the blog, except I am not sure if doing one affects the other or if they are kept separate, but whatever it doesn’t matter, go nuts!


Troubled Times

There seems some part of me
It’s orange and grey
There’s trouble in its colours
Or some may say
It becomes clear tonight
That I’m not alright
Unclear to everyone but I

I curse you damn darkness
Of which I tire
a precedence of elements
Icing my fire
And now the water’s dry
I’m not alright
Unclear to everyone but I

I see there’s shooting stars
But not in my skies
There’s hatred in my harbour
Too well disguised
And so apparently
I’m not alright
Unclear to everyone but I

I’ve grown used to this daze
A whisper in a fervor
“Come and find me.”
How I criticize
I’m not alright
Unclear to everyone but I

Time like an abacus
Here ever counting
chances or blue romances
Down I am rounding
Deftly I calculate
I’m not alright
Unclear to everyone but I

And so in troubled times
I’m not alright
Yes, that’s what’s said of you and I.