Santa is Dying

There was a man long after Christmas Day

Who asked for just one toy

All he wanted was a way

To spread the world with joy

He has spent all of his money, lost all of his friends

And he cannot find a job

His whole life worth lies in a can

And it’s the locals call him Bob

It doesn’t matter how he lives

On at 15¢ a day

This week was cold and the trash was bad

And cops took his bed away

And on his last hour he remembered

Exactly who he was

He was the man in the big Red suit

You once called Santa Claus

Rock

Loneliness and solitude since the day she let me go

Seeking out a different mood

And the song I did not know

I am not a quitter am a beginner

With the need to carry on

What is that I have begun?

Will be there when I’m gone

Yet still I do not understand loneliness

Nor can I say I may

But I do pity the lonely souls

Who has to feel this way?

A steady breeze is shifting clouds

A pink sky above the ocean

20 ft. above the water

On a Rock and my emotion

I know all humans have a mind

And the thought they called their own

And the still with all the thousand minds

How does it feel to feel to be alone?

Somebody things that must do

Before my time will end

And although many thoughts I have

You would never comprehend

I cry alone so none may see

The kind of man I’ve longed to be

One Sole (Some Place Alone)

Sitting on a rock

In the middle of the ocean

Opening the paperbacks

That leaves me no emotion

Myself me and I

Is my only company

Except hallucinations of

A woman by a tree

Paradox desires

For a city made of gold

Leaving out the details

Of old wives tales never told

A piece of a circle on

The edge of a square

Counting all the stars

on the sky I wish to share

Eating fish from the sea

Drinking water from the rains

Asking myself questions

But my answers are the same

Love myself so it’s for eternity

Only the crickets in the night

Care to speak to me

Never a dull moment

But soon I may go mad

Even then I shall adapt

To the things I never had