HeArt Of The Merry Christmas Spirit
 
Cold bitter brittle be reins razor bit-ten blades
Sharp bee needle pricks, tuning dye pitch forks
Decisions slide sideways, mid topsy-turvy incisions
Upside down, right-side twirls, highlight low beams.

Mince, thy paper shredded pieces, in vertical strips
Bacon peeled away, layer by layer, sizzles pan fried
Scotch marked permanent ink, tattooed time stamped
Grave marker stencil, be abrasive rhyme, Wake passed over.

Grind teeth blunt, feeling swallows, be chokehold torn
War-frame expendable pawn, to be frozen stiff placemat
Stepped on wrought plied lines, try to break bedrock ground
Nails bleed - rake overwhelmed polished in rust haze worn-out.  

Crazed daze, fetal position, preys alone, skeletal key hollow
Be thy name’s echo that fades, fades, fades hope-less being lost
Tossing thy invisible fishing line lure, ### for any kind of sparse love
That Dew, that make hugs warm up - moist eyes in those IN-DEED(S) -
Special NEED for feeling the  -
HeArt Of The Merry Christmas Spirit

(This Christmas - smile at those in need, for they really need it. Most of all, do not frown at them, nor look down at them being in need of Merry Christmas. Is it naught that IN-DEED(S), we should feel the Christmas spirit, in what - it should be about. )

HeArt Of The Merry Christmas Spirit
 
Cold
bitter brittle
be reins
razor bit-ten blades
Sharp bee
needle pricks
tuning dye
pitch forks
Decisions
slide sideways
mid topsy-turvy
incisions
Upside down
right-side twirls
highlight low beams.

Mince
thy paper
shredded pieces
in vertical strips
Bacon
peeled away
layer by layer
sizzles pan fried
Scotch marked
permanent ink
tattooed
time stamped
Grave marker stencil
be abrasive rhyme
Wake passed over.

Grind teeth blunt
feeling swallows
be chokehold torn
War-frame
expendable pawn
to be
frozen stiff placemat
Stepped on
wrought plied lines
try to break
bedrock ground
Nails bleed -
rake overwhelmed
polished in rust
haze worn-out.  

Crazed daze
fetal position
preys alone
skeletal key hollow
Be thy name’s echo
that fades, fades, fades
hope-less being lost
Tossing thy
invisible fishing line lure
for any kind
of sparse love
That Dew
that make hugs
warm up -
moist eyes
in those IN-DEED(S) -
Special NEED
for feeling the  -
HeArt Of The Merry Christmas Spirit