December 28

I check the gates
I doubletake and wave
my family does the same
as I make my escape
headed back where I came
noting hour long delays
congesting the air space
I pray I return safe
to a sweet Jillibean
I haven't seen for a week
though my returns bittersweet
since I hate to leave my family
as we take off for flight
gliding at such great heights
buildings are sized like mice
I realize my life is finite
my eyes collecting glances
of a youthful beautiful planet
I've taken for granite
as well as the fantoms that inhabit
the landing gear drops
and we coast to a stop
I'm a long lost heart throb
on a walk to lip lock

December 25

Soft snowflakes drip from clouds
and drown on the ground
plus presents abound
all still in bed gowns
sippin cocoa under the mistle toe
to thaw runny noses and toes
while watching holiday shoes
playing Christmas Bingo
my excitement only grows
as Reade opens and unfolds
a pair of new clothes
with classic band logo's
Then Varya opens two
new presents one with shoes
the other with a cell phone
and that she finds quite cool
Mom unwraps some books
and Dad gives some strange looks
because even though he shook
His new assetts he couldn't guess
it was Guitar Hero Aerosmith
as Allie gets Bingo on B6
and another present is picked
Even the dogs are content

December 24

The climax or pinnacle
that is this miracle
night before the spectacle
that's made me so lyrical
it's night of christmas eve
celebrating son of G
it's getting hard to breath
wondering what I'll recieve
but don't doubt my motive
giving is the best part
it's a time for closeness
that warms the heart
more than the bed sheets
I'm underneath
trying hard to fall asleep
so Santa doesn't skip over me
I can hear the reindeer
it's the one time of year
when folks are sincere
with cheer and joy
merry choir boys noise
melts even metal alloys
so drift into dreams voids
and think of the morning

December 21

On the first hour of shopping
we decide whose nice or naughty
by the second hour of shopping
my fingers are frosting
the third hour I'm grabbin'
some must have sunglasses
the fourth hour my wrappin'
is less than fantastic
the fifth hour I panic
from twelve o'clock traffic
the sixth hour is frantic
buying card games like Magic
seventh hour I'm bidding
on a loosely fitting knitting
for the eigth person I'm listing
Jilly's text says she's babysitting
in the ninth hour my baggage
is slightly more than massive
dolls with heads like cabbage
and ten more packages
the eleventh hour I rush
to finish up
I'm feeling kinda flushed
from carrying twelve tons of junk

December 19

After a turbulent flight
on a Delta airline
my nerves spike sky high
and I nearly flatline
as we lurch to a stop
my intestines drop
Allie and I walk through the lot
and meet up with pop
the start of xmas vacation
congratulations you made it
I make small conversation
driving towards our destination
under a pillow of smog
I haven't seen in so long
I can't wait to see mom
Reade, Var, and the dogs
as we slowly draw near
a wave of holiday cheer
sneaks from toes to my ears
it's that time of year
to give and get new gear
to decorate plastic trees
as his birthday draws near
the place to be's with family

December 18

A monotone static
the sound of Lake Placid
or a lost empty planet
or the antonym of panic
it's almost unnerving
how she's silently swerving
towards the curb
I can tell she's hurting
it won't be but a week
so don't freak Jillibean
until then you'll be
in my dreams til 2:19
not sure why then
but be sure to tune in
you sure will be missed
til I get back to kiss
those strawberry lips
but in this instance
I'm on a ship to spend
a merry Christmas with parents
and looking out mid flight
all I see is white
no highlight to describe
on the tiny airline

December 17

I leave tommorow
for Colorado
I'd please to borrow
a second of peace
I predict to percieve
as landing gear retreats
head between knees
like aerials on ski's
but at the time of inscription
my derrogatory predictions
of collision or cataclysm
are ridiculous visions
but won't waste a second
to make Jillibean blemish
in what's left of human wreckage
can't correct what was never said
I'm gonna miss her so much
She's more than a crush
plush to the touch
the only one I love

December 16

Now that there's no she
there's no me
I can't breath
absentee of her sovereignty
now there's no she
there's no dreams
I can't think
I can't even beat Steve
Now without she
nightmares plague my sleep
I scream but can't leave
behind this smokescreen
I bleed and I choke
on ropes of deciet
she cheats I know
but she won't leave me
I need her like a host
if I were a parasite
I proposed like a toast
to be squashed like a roach
I'm lost on a planet
called love I'm abandoned
no heart or compassion
it's tragic

December 15

The pipes are frozen
the faucets are broken
the water is flowing
much like an ocean
gradually growing
drowned in unknowing
winter winds blowing
the currents are slowing
as ice caps the peaks
of legendary seas
please softly speak
keep trying to breath
I believe the mirage
as I reach and claw
my body frozen in shock
break the top of the frost
my heart is pounding
over underwater county
the moments counting down
to death by drowning
rise above the tide
and you might survive
tight for the prize
of pride in your life

December 14

A popular artifact
many friends of mine have
is best descriped with a clap
and comes from a jockstrap
and if you have any class
you'll give it unwrapped
to whomever wants it most bad
they'll be so damn glad
to have a friend so grand
that certain reproductive glands
might uncomfortably expand
forcing them to run oddly
off to the potty
feeling like a master of karate
destroying their body
my subject of course
spoken with little remorse
apparent through sores
nearby genital pores
spread through intercourse
a must have for scores
of promiscuous in uproar
to have what you can't find in stores

December 13

I kiss Jilly goodbye
"I'll see you later tonight"
as I step out of her ride
and walk inside to find
the temperature is frigid
and my attitude is livid
my language explicit
this isn't fit to live in
more desolate than prison
if imaginitive envision
impossibly cold conditions
stinging like surgical incisions
and it's all for what
just to make enough
so that I'm not bankrupt
what the fudge?
impatiently I watch
the running clock
seeming to slow to a stop
til I'm off

December 12

I lack proper word choice
to describe the void
all white on all sides
I can't discern left from right
no sound no feeling
just confusion and struggle
shaken and troubled
I woke up
because the dream was dead
trapped in my head
sweating in bed
I woke up
there's no dream to dream
cuz me I'll bleed
sleeps something I need
no dreams of love
no dreams of hope
just a cloud of smoke
and a blackening soul
I woke up
to a sky of red
raised a flag of white
because the dream is dead

December 11

call it karma
or call it luck
but my toes are numb
and I'm freezing my nuts
cuz it's negative 31
and it's so cold I'm stunned
my tongue frozen and stuck
to my gums
nearby a bum sickle
drips a little drizzle
now he's in a pickle
looking like he was chiseled
it's so cold it sizzles
fo shizzle mah nizzle
Dan's trippin' on skittles
for some giggles
the blizzard blistering
it burns like Listerene
the stinging breeze
draining my energy
the night is white
from left to the right
I might have frostbite
it might be christmas time

December 10

there's something queer
in the atmosphere
is it holiday cheer
cuz it's that time of year
smiles from ear to ear
elves and reindeer
red noses and ears
but this time this year
there's something out of place
maybe I'll have to wait
before an ass is what I'm made
if the rain becomes snowflakes
I'm dreaming of white
for christmas night
bright white skies
and streets of ice
with my hands clenched
and a puffy bottom lip
my lone christmas wish
is to get at least an inch
of that powdered substance
upon which winter functions
glistening on the summit
of pumice quite wondrous

December 9

After rereading
I need to rewrite
the words inscribed
late last night
to better describe
what life is like
to a self-assigned
Einstein of the mic
every thought is a struggle
thinking outside the bubble
for an improvement though subtle
to sooth trembling knuckles
how can I connect
yet express in depth
with style that impresses
the opposite sex
taking a story out of facts
and turning that into a rap
turning that to a contract
not to slack
so my most sincere sorry
lasts nights poem was hardly
anything worth remarking
it was salty as a sardine

December 7

sittin' here at my J-O-B
lil' to the C's
with Brandon B
Merlin and Steve
a team of elite
pizza making deities
pepperoni and cheese
to the extreme
my cellular rings
Jillibeans on the screen
I answer so sweetly
"How are you feeling sweetie?"
she says so easy
I've just been thinking
how wonderful you treat me
I love you completely
I try to hide it
but I blush
time'll fly by
if we keep in touch
it'll be a good day
chin up to the sun
don't think heartache
it'll be a good day

December 3

they're in my bloodstream
but they aren't part of me
but there's no known vaccine
that doesn't lead to being deceased
I have a parasite
that's stealing my mind
my insides a paradise
where it resides to survive
for lack of better decision
one might splice an incision
to solicit the attention
of this intimate condition
moving lump under the skin
is my name for it
the pain is infinite
I can't live with this
are you listenin?
If you're scared go to church
read the word and observe
that I still have a worm
in my genetic architecture

P.S. This whole rhyme diary is about ringworm, which sucks

December 2

He's lookin' somethin' great
Buddy Holly dorky shades
with a neon pink frame
and a straight face
cool as a fridge
and sassy like a bitch
it's a trip how exquisite
I am when equipped
with a tux off the rack
at Wal-Mart perhaps?
it's the pictures she snapped
of me in the cookie monster hat
in a Wal-Mart glamour shot
the photographer laughs til snot
rockets and her mouth has froth
like a rabid dog
she suggests a pose
in my nerdcore clothes
then she adds a glow
on the final photo
I honestly can't complain
for $17.98
it's just a shame
I didn't wear a toupé

December 1

a bottomless abyss
sits beckoning descent
all that swims in the mist
a precursor to existence
a single cell of hope
that could grow wise and old
and maybe one day control
the galaxy as whole
from munching on plants
he has no clue what a task
he has in his hands
to advance the planet
and with the click of a mouse
I'll endow him with snout
and command him to take out
a neighboring town
the biggest fish in the sea
with infinite money cheat
which makes my PC freeze
so hit ctrl-alt-delete
pop open Mountain Dew four
and restart for more Spore
Robert the herbivore
treads where none have before