danbaron
24-12-2011, 08:40
Christmas Day
D.T.Baron
When I awoke on Christmas Day.
I knelt down by my bed to pray.
Suddenly my skin turned grey.
I jumped up, and moved away.
I stopped at a bar to drink some beer.
Then a maiden came by near.
She retreated from my leer.
I was loose, free and clear.
I saw a church and went inside.
The pews were long, the aisles wide.
An old man spoke from whiskey plied.
In mid-sentence, he dropped and died.
I idled at the cemetery.
There a coffin made from cherry.
A bride was present, yet to marry.
A naked corpse, here to bury.
I walked the streets of cobblestone.
With a bottle, else alone.
A bell rang out a solemn tone.
The wind it blew, a mournful moan.
Now the day turned into night.
Creatures moved beneath blue light.
Evil deeds, and hid from sight.
All resigned, to hopeless plight.
The houses made from rotten wood.
Dark black basements on they stood.
In those buildings nothing good.
Some they laughed, but none they should.
So I didn't have my way.
Again in sleep I longed to lay.
To dream about the month of May.
Not the wraiths on Christmas Day ..
Christmastime
D.T.Baron
1.
Early on a frosty morning,
reading a North Pole rhyme.
The village is just dawning,
it's Christmastime.
Silver bells are ringing,
along the glistening lanes.
Prancing horses preening,
plumed tails and flowing manes.
Boys and girls skating on the pond,
in the grey afternoon air.
Laughing and shouting long and loud,
time is suspended there.
Treasures in the toy store,
wondrous castles filled with knights.
Towers halls and courtyards,
labyrinthine delights.
Three kings brought gifts to a stable,
for a newborn child.
Lying in a manger,
sleeping soft and mild.
Elves are frantic at the shop,
working night and day.
Toy by toy they advance their task,
filling the giant sleigh.
Santa Claus is restless,
in his house pacing to and fro.
The reindeer are always in the way,
all are anxious to go.
Animals receive the gift of speech,
late on Christmas Eve.
Then they talk to the people,
those who do believe.
2.
Open your eyes,
get out of bed,
don't idle in the hay.
The rooster's crowed,
dawn is here,
today's a busy day.
Let the blood flow down !
To the barn,
now get the tools,
all that you will need.
On the run,
it's now begun,
so do what you've decreed.
Let the blood flow down !
Hammers ax,
hooks and chains,
knives wire weights and ropes.
Torches bars,
wooden planks and beams,
nails,
crossbow and bolts.
Let the blood flow down !
Remove the brain and place the shell,
on the chest at the foot of the bed.
Put a candle in the skull,
make a jack-o-lantern head.
Let the blood flow down !
Pop the eyeballs from each head,
with your iron tongs.
Remember this is work not play,
keep moving right along.
Let the blood flow down !
Put the heads arms legs and torsos,
into separate piles.
Build monuments to jocularity,
that can be seen for miles.
Let the blood flow down !
Dump the bodies in the pit,
beneath the autumn morning sun.
The flies arrive for breakfast,
The fun has now begun.
Let the blood flow down !
Putrifying flesh,
sinking in the tar.
Corpses grinning at the sky,
sucked down so very far.
Let the Blood Flow Down !
Drill a hole into the skull,
pour honey on the brain.
A marching brigade of ants arrive,
and soon the brain's insane.
Let the blood flow down !
Look in down through the grate,
at the doomed in the underground cell.
Turn the water on from above,
and bid them all farewell.
Let the blood flow down !
Recall that the wheel is used,
to break a body's back.
But when ripping is the goal,
then always choose the rack.
Let the blood flow down !
Rows and rows of humans,
planted in the field.
The heads are ripe for harvest,
swing the scythe you wield.
Let the blood flow down !
Attach the crowd of useless,
to the dragging chain.
Signal your loyal mule team,
you're on the trail again.
Let the blood flow down !
The river rotates the waterwheel,
the waterwheel rotates the spit.
The creatures wait for a good lunch,
and the rotating flesh is it.
Let the blood flow down !
Cut the faces from the skulls,
and decorate the graves.
Don't leave anyone behind,
empty all the caves.
Let the blood flow down !
Suspend the guests with soot black chains,
hanging from the forest tree limbs.
Spark the bonfires down below,
penance for their sins.
Let the blood flow down !
3.
I know all about it,
everything you do.
When I'm gone,
you can't see me,
but I always can see you !
Lying in the grass,
looking up at the clouds,
floating in the blue sky.
Relaxing there so happily,
how lucky I am to be I.
Perfectly content,
and self contained,
the best of all I see.
Absolutely entranced,
and ultimately fulfilled,
by my special bond with me.
I thank God for making me,
as magnificent as I am.
Mighty as an earthquake,
gentle as a lamb.
Helping all,
wherever I go,
doing what no one can.
I'm filled with joy,
performing my role,
the Guardian of Man.
My wishes are creations,
of the kindness that I give.
Little indications,
of the selfless life I live.
For the loving creature,
I was born to be.
God has sent His,
grace to me.
Into all souls,
I can see.
I exist,
immortally.
My thoughts are good,
my soul is pure,
my skin immaculate white.
Bringing love,
to this glorious world,
and radiating gleaming light.
Running through the meadow,
rolling down the hill.
Sometimes I'm moving lightning fast,
sometimes I'm statue still !
4.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
Lust to blood,
blood to lust.
Let the blood flow down !
Lock the door to the iron cage,
and do so with good cheer.
Inside your friends can reminisce,
come back this time next year.
Let the blood flow down !
Loose upon the battlefield,
raise high above your mace.
Batter off the helmet,
destroy the incredulous face.
Let the blood flow down !
Keep piercing with your righteous sword,
while the fallen beneath you pray.
They go to meet their eternal reward,
one tin soldier rides away.
Let the blood flow down !
Search for the survivors,
in the dying town.
And perchance you find them,
then you put them down.
Let the blood flow down !
Climb far up in the buildings,
start fires in the halls.
The thunderstruck come running out,
precipitate their falls.
Let the blood flow down !
Go silently from room to room,
open carefully each door.
Swing your ax at a moving form,
and a body jumps on the floor.
Let the blood flow down !
Into the palace bedrooms,
barefoot on the polished stone.
Keep on working quickly,
cut short every moan.
Let the blood flow down !
Wait on a treetop in ambush,
along the forest road.
Send an arrow to the mark,
the pumping heart explodes.
Let the blood flow down !
Out on the royal highway,
ride down the royal coach.
Release the royal horses,
bring back a royal broche.
Let the blood flow down !
Down into the catacombs,
chain the prisoners to the walls.
There they'll stand for centuries,
the dead will heed their calls.
Let the blood flow down !
Heat the iron poker,
to bright cherry red.
There's just one thing,
the condemned want,
and that is to be dead.
Let the blood flow down !
Enter the church like a specter,
floating in above the pews.
Stealthily remove your instrument,
deliver the evening news.
Let the blood flow down !
Sit patiently in the tavern,
hood concealing your head.
Quietly wait and bide your time,
their last words should be said.
Let the blood flow down !
Grind the bones to flour,
between the milling stones.
When you've finished for the night,
you'll be left alone.
Let the blood flow down !
Now you lay thee down to sleep,
and praise God for this wonderful day.
Tomorrow morning,
when the sun rises bright,
you'll wake up again and say -
"Let the blood flow down.
Through holes round.
Let the blood flow down !
Without a sound.
Let the blood flow down !!
Into the ground.
Let the blood flow down !!!
To Hell bound.
Let the blood flow down !!!!"
5.
The houses in the little town,
at dark become aglow.
Outside there's only quiet,
muffling from the fallen snow.
Candles in the windows,
spruce wreathes on the doors.
Stockings on the mantels,
gifts upon the floors.
Christmas tree to the ceiling,
Bethlehem below.
Ornaments reflect throughout the room,
with their magic glow.
People pass in the doorways,
beneath the mistletoe.
If you care for someone,
here you may show it is so.
Lights within the pine trees,
blue white yellow orange red green.
Colors that gleam in children's dreams,
decorate the winter scene.
Choirs of walking carolers sing,
into the silent night.
Filling the streets with holiday cheer,
and melodic voices bright.
Sheep and goats and cattle,
huddle in the hay.
Saints above in Heaven,
always for them pray.
Angels in our universe,
upon the stars they climb.
And sound pealing golden bells,
at Christmastime.
Addendum
Then last night I had a dream.
Many years way back did seem.
Crawled through rocks and breathed the steam.
Strange creatures in these regions teem.
Visited a lion's stall.
Met a friend at the end of the hall.
Clambered up a gargoyle wall.
Teasing cries to the nymphs we call.
Sat on a gravestone after dark.
Drank a green liquid above the park.
Chiseled an oath in the limestone bark.
To that place I now so hark.
And as I lie upon the bed.
A candle flickering near my head.
All my vanity is bled.
I long to dwell among the dead.
When I'll go back to that primordial time.
Every hour again will rhyme.
Frolicking in pools of slime.
Up the wall once more we'll climb.
Will stay there in those early days.
Exploring all of an endless maze.
Caught inside a laughing daze.
Free outside in the morning haze ..
D.T.Baron
When I awoke on Christmas Day.
I knelt down by my bed to pray.
Suddenly my skin turned grey.
I jumped up, and moved away.
I stopped at a bar to drink some beer.
Then a maiden came by near.
She retreated from my leer.
I was loose, free and clear.
I saw a church and went inside.
The pews were long, the aisles wide.
An old man spoke from whiskey plied.
In mid-sentence, he dropped and died.
I idled at the cemetery.
There a coffin made from cherry.
A bride was present, yet to marry.
A naked corpse, here to bury.
I walked the streets of cobblestone.
With a bottle, else alone.
A bell rang out a solemn tone.
The wind it blew, a mournful moan.
Now the day turned into night.
Creatures moved beneath blue light.
Evil deeds, and hid from sight.
All resigned, to hopeless plight.
The houses made from rotten wood.
Dark black basements on they stood.
In those buildings nothing good.
Some they laughed, but none they should.
So I didn't have my way.
Again in sleep I longed to lay.
To dream about the month of May.
Not the wraiths on Christmas Day ..
Christmastime
D.T.Baron
1.
Early on a frosty morning,
reading a North Pole rhyme.
The village is just dawning,
it's Christmastime.
Silver bells are ringing,
along the glistening lanes.
Prancing horses preening,
plumed tails and flowing manes.
Boys and girls skating on the pond,
in the grey afternoon air.
Laughing and shouting long and loud,
time is suspended there.
Treasures in the toy store,
wondrous castles filled with knights.
Towers halls and courtyards,
labyrinthine delights.
Three kings brought gifts to a stable,
for a newborn child.
Lying in a manger,
sleeping soft and mild.
Elves are frantic at the shop,
working night and day.
Toy by toy they advance their task,
filling the giant sleigh.
Santa Claus is restless,
in his house pacing to and fro.
The reindeer are always in the way,
all are anxious to go.
Animals receive the gift of speech,
late on Christmas Eve.
Then they talk to the people,
those who do believe.
2.
Open your eyes,
get out of bed,
don't idle in the hay.
The rooster's crowed,
dawn is here,
today's a busy day.
Let the blood flow down !
To the barn,
now get the tools,
all that you will need.
On the run,
it's now begun,
so do what you've decreed.
Let the blood flow down !
Hammers ax,
hooks and chains,
knives wire weights and ropes.
Torches bars,
wooden planks and beams,
nails,
crossbow and bolts.
Let the blood flow down !
Remove the brain and place the shell,
on the chest at the foot of the bed.
Put a candle in the skull,
make a jack-o-lantern head.
Let the blood flow down !
Pop the eyeballs from each head,
with your iron tongs.
Remember this is work not play,
keep moving right along.
Let the blood flow down !
Put the heads arms legs and torsos,
into separate piles.
Build monuments to jocularity,
that can be seen for miles.
Let the blood flow down !
Dump the bodies in the pit,
beneath the autumn morning sun.
The flies arrive for breakfast,
The fun has now begun.
Let the blood flow down !
Putrifying flesh,
sinking in the tar.
Corpses grinning at the sky,
sucked down so very far.
Let the Blood Flow Down !
Drill a hole into the skull,
pour honey on the brain.
A marching brigade of ants arrive,
and soon the brain's insane.
Let the blood flow down !
Look in down through the grate,
at the doomed in the underground cell.
Turn the water on from above,
and bid them all farewell.
Let the blood flow down !
Recall that the wheel is used,
to break a body's back.
But when ripping is the goal,
then always choose the rack.
Let the blood flow down !
Rows and rows of humans,
planted in the field.
The heads are ripe for harvest,
swing the scythe you wield.
Let the blood flow down !
Attach the crowd of useless,
to the dragging chain.
Signal your loyal mule team,
you're on the trail again.
Let the blood flow down !
The river rotates the waterwheel,
the waterwheel rotates the spit.
The creatures wait for a good lunch,
and the rotating flesh is it.
Let the blood flow down !
Cut the faces from the skulls,
and decorate the graves.
Don't leave anyone behind,
empty all the caves.
Let the blood flow down !
Suspend the guests with soot black chains,
hanging from the forest tree limbs.
Spark the bonfires down below,
penance for their sins.
Let the blood flow down !
3.
I know all about it,
everything you do.
When I'm gone,
you can't see me,
but I always can see you !
Lying in the grass,
looking up at the clouds,
floating in the blue sky.
Relaxing there so happily,
how lucky I am to be I.
Perfectly content,
and self contained,
the best of all I see.
Absolutely entranced,
and ultimately fulfilled,
by my special bond with me.
I thank God for making me,
as magnificent as I am.
Mighty as an earthquake,
gentle as a lamb.
Helping all,
wherever I go,
doing what no one can.
I'm filled with joy,
performing my role,
the Guardian of Man.
My wishes are creations,
of the kindness that I give.
Little indications,
of the selfless life I live.
For the loving creature,
I was born to be.
God has sent His,
grace to me.
Into all souls,
I can see.
I exist,
immortally.
My thoughts are good,
my soul is pure,
my skin immaculate white.
Bringing love,
to this glorious world,
and radiating gleaming light.
Running through the meadow,
rolling down the hill.
Sometimes I'm moving lightning fast,
sometimes I'm statue still !
4.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
Lust to blood,
blood to lust.
Let the blood flow down !
Lock the door to the iron cage,
and do so with good cheer.
Inside your friends can reminisce,
come back this time next year.
Let the blood flow down !
Loose upon the battlefield,
raise high above your mace.
Batter off the helmet,
destroy the incredulous face.
Let the blood flow down !
Keep piercing with your righteous sword,
while the fallen beneath you pray.
They go to meet their eternal reward,
one tin soldier rides away.
Let the blood flow down !
Search for the survivors,
in the dying town.
And perchance you find them,
then you put them down.
Let the blood flow down !
Climb far up in the buildings,
start fires in the halls.
The thunderstruck come running out,
precipitate their falls.
Let the blood flow down !
Go silently from room to room,
open carefully each door.
Swing your ax at a moving form,
and a body jumps on the floor.
Let the blood flow down !
Into the palace bedrooms,
barefoot on the polished stone.
Keep on working quickly,
cut short every moan.
Let the blood flow down !
Wait on a treetop in ambush,
along the forest road.
Send an arrow to the mark,
the pumping heart explodes.
Let the blood flow down !
Out on the royal highway,
ride down the royal coach.
Release the royal horses,
bring back a royal broche.
Let the blood flow down !
Down into the catacombs,
chain the prisoners to the walls.
There they'll stand for centuries,
the dead will heed their calls.
Let the blood flow down !
Heat the iron poker,
to bright cherry red.
There's just one thing,
the condemned want,
and that is to be dead.
Let the blood flow down !
Enter the church like a specter,
floating in above the pews.
Stealthily remove your instrument,
deliver the evening news.
Let the blood flow down !
Sit patiently in the tavern,
hood concealing your head.
Quietly wait and bide your time,
their last words should be said.
Let the blood flow down !
Grind the bones to flour,
between the milling stones.
When you've finished for the night,
you'll be left alone.
Let the blood flow down !
Now you lay thee down to sleep,
and praise God for this wonderful day.
Tomorrow morning,
when the sun rises bright,
you'll wake up again and say -
"Let the blood flow down.
Through holes round.
Let the blood flow down !
Without a sound.
Let the blood flow down !!
Into the ground.
Let the blood flow down !!!
To Hell bound.
Let the blood flow down !!!!"
5.
The houses in the little town,
at dark become aglow.
Outside there's only quiet,
muffling from the fallen snow.
Candles in the windows,
spruce wreathes on the doors.
Stockings on the mantels,
gifts upon the floors.
Christmas tree to the ceiling,
Bethlehem below.
Ornaments reflect throughout the room,
with their magic glow.
People pass in the doorways,
beneath the mistletoe.
If you care for someone,
here you may show it is so.
Lights within the pine trees,
blue white yellow orange red green.
Colors that gleam in children's dreams,
decorate the winter scene.
Choirs of walking carolers sing,
into the silent night.
Filling the streets with holiday cheer,
and melodic voices bright.
Sheep and goats and cattle,
huddle in the hay.
Saints above in Heaven,
always for them pray.
Angels in our universe,
upon the stars they climb.
And sound pealing golden bells,
at Christmastime.
Addendum
Then last night I had a dream.
Many years way back did seem.
Crawled through rocks and breathed the steam.
Strange creatures in these regions teem.
Visited a lion's stall.
Met a friend at the end of the hall.
Clambered up a gargoyle wall.
Teasing cries to the nymphs we call.
Sat on a gravestone after dark.
Drank a green liquid above the park.
Chiseled an oath in the limestone bark.
To that place I now so hark.
And as I lie upon the bed.
A candle flickering near my head.
All my vanity is bled.
I long to dwell among the dead.
When I'll go back to that primordial time.
Every hour again will rhyme.
Frolicking in pools of slime.
Up the wall once more we'll climb.
Will stay there in those early days.
Exploring all of an endless maze.
Caught inside a laughing daze.
Free outside in the morning haze ..