I Hate Christmas

On Monday at midnight, I will be uploading the answers to the riddle Who Can Solve This Riddle? that I posted a few days ago. It’s really a easy riddle and I invite you all to solve my riddle.  On Tuesday, I will upload a poem about men that brag too much about women. On Friday, I will upload part two to some horrific events that led to my 25th birthday. Please read part 1 I Will Never Forget My 25th Birthday (Part 1) before you read part 2.

The worst holiday of all time.
The time of year we see lights shine.
Different colors from all others.
House filled with  decorations is
how we choose to celebrate it.


But Christmas to me is corrupted.
Lol they say it’s the best time of year,
but I don’t care because life is
not still not fair.
Is Christmas really for the middle and poor class?
Prices are expensive out the ass.
The retail stores I drive right pass
like a man that passes gas.


They say material things don’t matter
so I won’t buy my girlfriend a gift.
On Christmas Day I predict
she will be upset so I ask her
“What’s the matter?”
Awe she becomes sadder,


so I say
“I thought material things didn’t matter,
I thought it was the inside that counts?”
Now all I see is a big ass frown.
I don’t get it because I don’t need a Christmas present.


Some of you will say this is the time we celebrate the birth of Christ
but what about those that don’t believe in Christ?
Now I do believe in Christ and always have all my life
but why we express our love for Christ by exchanging presents?

Presents make people desperate
and behaviors shock me like electric.

In some areas, the crime rate goes up.
Jesus scarficed his blood


but we shed blood
and year after year
bodies flows like a flood.


This tells that you should
not trust
and save your bucks
For the poor,
times are tough.
Being broke will make a little
kid hate Santa clause
and heartbroken
when he see him
at the mall.


Tears from his face
is wet like
the water on jersey shore.
In ancient history
Christmas started as a religious
festival.


But elements of pagan
festivals were
integrated into the
Christmas celebration.
Christmas been commercialized
with merchants counting
on the Christmas season
to bring the lions’ s share
profits each year.
Children come to expect
to receive large number
of expensive gifts from
Santa each year.


Adults feel pressured financially
and as well mentally
as they struggle to create
an celebration that’s outstanding
providing the perfect food
drink and decoration for
their families.
It’s very difficult
to simplify Christmas
and to focus on its origin

 

 

Almost Gave Up But Didn’t 

I’m ready for any challenge

Talent must be perfected
Practiced hard this week
plus learned so many lessons.
What was once complicated
is now simplistic.
Every goal is realistic
don’t leave your talent
from heaven stranded.
Nothing is perfect
Your goal you have
to work at it.
Marriage and being a parent
are the proudest accomplishments.
Jesus glimmers invisible light
us to follow.
It’s on us to receive the light.
I will accept the light
and hold on to it
with all of my might.
A torch to light
the dark cave.
Provide space
to keep us safe
from bats and bears.
With my powerful mind
I can mentally suppress
the bear
“The pain is what I can
bare 🤔”
I thought to myself
since the bear was hungry.
Bear was charging at me
ready to eat
my flesh
I was ready to accept death
but my soft skin
turned hard like brick.
Bear tried to chew
bit on the skin
so hard
made his tooth chipped
and became loose
Skin was more
than the bear could handle.
With God’s help
I am always able
to get through my fear
and I don’t need a spear
because God is more powerful
than a nuclear weapon.
I plan for heaven to
be my final destination.
Even though I’m tough
like nails
I fear God and hell.

Please give me a sign

I know my journey has been difficult,
but am I being too cynical?
Still haven’t received a miracle,
as I look up at the sky.
Questioning myself, are you still on my side?
Feel like a grown man in a child’s body.
How can you expect me to act grown with a child’s mentality?
I don’t want to rebuke you,
but look at all the stuff I go through.
Suppose to be my protector and guider.
I’m searching for an answer,
but my questions remain unanswered.
With your help, I will have no fear.
I stand below you right here,
begging with a face full of tears.
I just want to talk with you.
I just want to walk with you.
I’m soaking up pain like water in a sponge.
Unclog my suffering, I’m your toilet, your my plunge.
I’m screaming from the top of my lungs,
“Please give me a sign”