The contract

This is t' contract of relations, relative to knowing 
I have come to the realisation, to the know 
That this here, is a contract of negotiation, on balance  


Where goal posts are never 
Positioned on permanent spots 
And the sway of the bowl of fulfilment  


That which carries content of liquid formations 
Is kept at a constant swing to maintain balance 
For solids are made brittle in endurance of bonds  


Do not look out to be favoured by events 
Not always,  at all times in having a way with 
This is t' conditions of grounds, made ready to build on 


As intended based on the subject of negotiations
Compromises made prominent to attention on balance 
And courtship and friendship is to hold this as basic 


I have come to realise, in part, in ways 
That in forms in bonds formed, no one is to take spoils
Winning all every-time on roulette tables 


Not if for the enrichment wished for 
Is to be graced with the fortitude of longevity 
And thus, not a flash in the pan, upon pacts signed


This is a contract of understanding  
On what relationship's balance are  to be formed on 
Say I do, say I, to roll up one's sleeves and engage


This is the contract of relations 
I have come to the realization, on centered mind 
That this here, is a contract of negotiation 

Festive promises

The winds blow, gently with breeze  
The sky stays, blue with chill stare   
If we are lucky, and luck have it be 
It would be, as white as snow this Christmas  


All the trees give way, to the one   
For the festive pine, with Christmas lights  
Props and decorations, with twinkle stars 
All t' trees give way to t' pine, for t' pine to have its day  


Scotch pine, Douglas fir  
Fraser fir, Virginia pine, Balsam fir   
And not the least, the last  
At all the least, white pine, polished as furniture    


Seasons greeting, turkeys hunt   
Cakes, biscuits, Christmas pudden   
Bottles of wine, to push harvest down the belly  
A feast to celebrate, seasons for another passing year  


Mistletoe, with excuses for kisses  
Christmas poppers, paper huts 
Old dusty board games, X box and Wii players
All out to be played with, no age restrictions here given 


A quick nap for grandpa  
All that wine just went waterfalls
Upside down straight through his head 
And fun and games and teasing old stories told  


This time next year, with so much joy 
Hope we all make it here again, all in one piece 
With many more a story to tell, to tell
To tell, to tell; all in one piece, this time next year 


Hope this time next year,  you spare the turkey 
Hope this time next year,  you plant another tree  
Hope this time next year,  you give to the poor 
Hope this time next year, hopes of all hopes 


Who was it, that made resolutions  
Before the year changed it's name to new
I have been tasked to hold you to account 
To make sure you pledge, on promises made


To make sure, dear 
You keep to your promise
For promises made in festive seasons 
Are the most, that need fulfilling 

Who is the author

Flash lights, flash, flash 
Captures images of subjects 
Click, click, click 


Flash, who was it 
That held cameras, on focus 
Who was it that, clicked click, click


Who would I have to, flash, click 
And credit the authorship to 
Flash light went, click, click, click 


Always the mystery man 
Never to be known, flash 
Always the mystery man, ready to click 


Until now, click, click, flash 
When flash lights click 
Click, click, to capture shadows 


Got you now 
Flash, flash, click, click 
Got you now, Mr mystery man 


No more hiding 
Behind the lens, flashing away 
No more being so camera shy 

Presents wish list

Christmas cards, and presents wrapped, inkpot opened  
What is it, you want for Christmas 
Dilemma, dilemma, of what to get you  


Would you like, what wrappers hide 
Or would it end up, just like all the others 
Neatly stacked up, dust and curb-webs, up the cellar 


Presents, presents, oh what to get you 
Stress this is, in reading one's mind
Let me know, please do let me know now 


Let me know, before the inkpot  goes dry
It been sat here opened and ready, for far too long
On thoughts of what to, ink down on gift list  

What to get you, to please you the most, most of all 
To fill the empty Christmas tree, with props 
Please let me know, do let me know, before the ink goes dries 


On what I am to write on cards and presents 
On what I am to get you, on boxing day 
To have you have the biggest smile, to show to all 

Flashing colours

Don't blink to confuse colour codes 
What do you hold, in fingers held behind 
I want to know, show me proof 


Provide the clarity to withstand my test of doubt 
Painted replicas do not count, would not stand 
Mounted glass still would not count for certified rocks


If I am to step on diamonds you attest to 
Would it be glass squashed, to shock naked of jewellery  
Dirt like the true value of content it holds  


Show me proof of what you are made of 
Show me your worth, in what you bring 
Do not blink to confuse colour codes 


Not this time my friend 
A gentleman's handshake would not do 
Not with 419 so much in style