hmm

here's the thing
two days before christmas
presents still left unfinished...

no energy to focus
on the so called christmas spirit
quite frankly i can't afford it

it's too much to keep up with the jones'
i just want to look at the manger,
but wait, that's my pager
going off again
more meetings to plan
more cash to spend
when does it end?

used to be about a boy
now we try so hard to avoid
political incorrectness
drop religion
just buy toys

but somewhere somehow
on a dark winter's night
i hope for a quiet moment
of uninterrupted sanity
to gaze on the face
of the saviour of humanity

makes no difference

on the promenade
cookie cutter blondes
all so alike
all so without

windows open
lights out
no depth
only bottled beauty
plastic masks have nothing to hide

life rattles on to the latest pop song
blaring from their ipods
some country girl
dolled up to fit the mold
and be the latest best thing

traffic blocks my car
like these shallow people
crowd my spirit
can't stand to be in another fake fest
hope i don't have to live here again
because i detest
this city of angels
overrun by ho's and faux's

creation

Is there really anything new under the sun? Solomon's words echo through my being as I work my butt off trying to create something unique and epic. My fear is that, maybe, at the end of it, I'll just be tired, poor and unoriginal. That would stink. So I suppose the solution would be to keep trying as long as I'm enjoying and learning from the process, but let's remember balance - family, friendship, physical activity, love, laughter...