christmas – mil's page

"this thing called xmas / that child of light"

xmas time
is rhyming slang
for longtime loves
and things so fine

that rarely get
an airing right
and never mean
we hold quite tight

a loved one cool
and then again
without some broken
unvoiced when

the meaning of it
all right once
being fun and toys
and coloured bright

and such delights
of pleasured heights
and valleys and tales
of snowed-in dales

which so often mean
we miss the best
and simply sense
these memories of the rest

but in truth what's real
ain't what we live
but actually what
we may one day relive

because facts and data
really aren't the mater
of seeing what's real
about being good humans

and although we feel
when things unreel
that frames per second
are where it's at

in fine reality
our deep humanity
lies in what remains
when the day does not

and when in our darkest
nights of all
we reencounter
what always befell

all people on earth
of goodly disposition
whatever their faiths
and even when

they found themselves
firmly up against
the ideas that wrench
and sometimes wreak

like heavy teak
or maybe oak
of sad times historical
stained as when

we then all awoke
to morning-time
when all was cold
and white and lined

with wrinkled cheek
and kisses brushed
and lips that touched
and eyes that shone

for it's not
when we die
that everything is gone
but simply this other time

when none of us
remember what it was like
to be that child
who loved the light ...

when you teach 
and reach out 
and don't preach but do advocate 
these certain ways that are different 
from all the differences everyone else sees
and accepts 
and may reject or not  
then i am not you 
and you are not me 

because what i am looking to do 
is change the "you and me"
we have been so far 
in humanity's historical charter 
of what is good 
and what is not:
i'm not prepared to settle any more 
for a relativism of core 
that destroys our capacity 
to construct good and bad 
in the measure they had 
once upon a crime 
and in rhyming couplets
that mean something deeper 
than a ditty of shitty superficial resonances 

i aspire to much more you see
because i believe 
we humans are built out of cruelty 
and good
depending on where we are stood 
and the challenge for me now
(and how it is 
this challenge i see 
how it is for sure)
is to make it possible 
for not just an individual 
to progress mighty and fine 
across the timeline of their person
but for the generations too
that they make up and inhabit true ...
... well ... that finally 
they may not need to reset 
and just about almost always reboot
what we know from one to the next 

because if the driver of humanity's improvement 
really is only ever 
the nonconformism of intelligent individual
where corporate-style teamworks serve simply  
to only implement and make real 
the dreams of those who dream the unreal
we need far more dreamers of the unreal
than we currently have 
if we are to survive and thrive 
quite outwith ourselves one day 
when FEARful prayer would no longer be needed 
to deities sometimes just 
and in equal measure as cruel as gruel 
at least in the "sometimes"
that history has loosened upon us 

and so all i want for christmas 
is just the sense 
that together
you and me
me and cee
(out of a love of the most real
even where not expressed ever 
for whatever the circumstances 
which present themselves 
as a present that is current 
as well as wrapped up 
like no gift ever given) 
we might just soon enough 
be tough enough 
to bring enough truth 
and compassion and firm resilience 
to the science 
of building the FEARless CITIZEN

because me and you
that's what we are
and what we've been
all these years 
they knocked us back 
like into a sack where good guys are tumbled 
by the really really bad
and dumped into waterless wells
(like we were rocks that don't ever get to)
and some these guys and sometimes gals
do no good 
but only stuff the neighbourhoods 
with more and more legitimated mafias 
of nearby cities and then again 
way beyond 

so it's now time we put a stop to it all my love:
time we said enough is enough 
and then did in consequential act 
what was needed and always has been
and that the rough guys 
who were never tough
but just cowards
and only apparently hard 
when possessed of the full knowledge 
no one could properly stop them ever 
nor stop their awful cruelty 
born of power's abuse and total misuse 
as they winged our beautiful civilisations 
over and over again 
like icaruses 
of a sun which should only have embraced
and instead was laced with poisons galore
by the criminals of yore
but also the mafias of RIGHT NOW

time i say
to make love where we can 
and as women and men
and genders-all
we make these calls to love as practised 
where humans communicate 
with fabulous exes 
that become the kisses 
which seal the real human deal ...

... and then when we meet people
who care not at all for all this 
it's time we became as firm as hell
and gave them bottles of their own medications 
as we salvage the reputations 
of every civilisation of good good hood 
into a future-present 
of neighbour "should"
and "want"
and "wish" being the most at this time of year
anyone has the right
to see delivered and given and handed over 
and no longer feared
no longer feared 
no longer feared ... at all


a world where it suddenly becomes
possible and practical
to rebuild
once more
the FEARless CITIZEN