Christmas Eve is here
Let me make it clear
Santa don’t bring me anything new
I’m okay with the few
I have enough
I need no more stuff
To junk up my place
I need open space
Give to those who need
That’d be a good deed
All I need out of the deal
Of rice and hot chicken curry
Is one great meal
Won’t you please Santa baby
Give it to me.
BAW (c)
Your mind is like a garden
Fertile as it was in Eden
Filled with fruits of possibilities
If you tend it diligently
Just like a gardener tends his plot
You’re responsible for your lot
It’s your job to prune and weed
And to find the perfect seed
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
So use it well with use it with taste
For waste not want not
a successful crop you will begot
(c)BAW 2011
We chase the darkness
Like adding fuel to fire
Creating more of what we do not need
Looking outside ourselves for answers
When all we have to do
Is look inside
And switch on the light.
Prosey 