A Flyers Christmas Poem

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the rink
not a player was skating, even the Zambonies were asleep;
the locker's were empty, even the stands
In hopes that Lord Stanley soon would be there;

The coaches were resting, offices dim
GMs with their families, phone lines were closed
as the myst from the ice began to rise
I'd laced up my skates, a few laps would suffice

When out from the rear a noise was heard
I'd rush to the back, maybe Hexy was near
searching to find what had gained my attention
to find that my mind was teasing again

As I returned to the ice, I found to my surprise
good ol' st. Nick, and a box of fries
I snuck up behind him and what did I see
Lord Stanley was present, polished and clean

Mr. Claused turned around, smiling with cheer
"and to which team do you root and cheer"?
"The Flyers sir" I said with fear
while St. Nick chuckled as my words entered his ears

"Poor Philly, what a surprise,
I'd thought for sure, to the Eastern Conference Finals they'd rise"
and with those words, he lifted the cup
and placed into my hands; very abrupt

"Make a wish for all to see, that Christmas miracles do come from me"
I closed my eyes, and held the cup tight
Mike Richards, Claude Giroux, Chris Pronger; alright
"My wish has been made" I spoke and crossed my fingers to the right

Then good ol' St. Nick, he rose to his feet
he carried the cup from away the rink
he turned and smiled from ear to ear
"To Philadelphia I shall bring enourmous joy and cheer"

Then I lifted my head from the ice to see
I'd had smacked my head and fallen asleep
what i thought to be real was only a dream
St. Nick is a tale, no miracle for me.

When again from the rear, a loud noise was heard
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
It's time to fly to Philly for all!"

I shook my head in disbelief
but sure enough it was a sight to see
Lord Stanley's Cup in the rear of his sleigh
orange and black painted all the way.

my cell phone had broken when id taken my fall
no tweets to be made not even a call
the winter classic only a few days away
and no way to extend my story today

so i figured it out as i finsihed my skate
to hold to myself this glorious fate
and if the victory should come new years day
id know in my heart to keep the faith

I'd looked out the window one final time
and Santa was already far out of sight
yet from the sky came falling a note:
"Merry Christams to all, for the Devils and Penguins coal!"

distance

as i look down upon my skin
the faded scars have surfaced again
with new marks of pain on the face
of situations i'd rather not name
yet the thoughts continue to burden the game
what has torn away at my inner peace
yet the crimson drops never cease
to amaze me that is; yet for you i'd never again
also able to change within
to change the bad that has come out in me
to create everything you want me to be
washing away this pain from its core
heating up the fire indoors
to melt the cold that rests in you
my only life's value is true
because it is you.

beginning thoughts

i've spent days fighting these feelings inside
how bad i want to tell you when i look into your eyes
what you mean to me i simply can't describe
understand; i'll never make you cry
make you want to not be by my side
for i'll never leave yours
even when times are rough - even when we can't touch
cause maybe you are too far away
but know my heart is with you anyway
it's the waves that rush through me when i see
you smile, we kiss - makes me totally believe
takes me to a different place
hold my hand and join me there
use our feelings to completely share
the happiness we can create for each other
the romance we can have with this
for you create total bliss
let the fear become obsolete
with my words - the truth i speak
those three words i've never believed
until now when we fall asleep
next to eachother how i never want it to end
it's the emotions that i can't seem to bend
but i don't want to, for i want to show
them all to you from yesterday onward
for inside of you i can see
i can feel the waves that run deep
how the room goes black when we embrace
in your arms are feelings i never want to replace
never want this to change what it's turning into
because i never knew i could be so happy
but it's not only me - it's also you
for i want you to know i care deeply
that i want to wash all your pain away
to never come back and haunt that pretty face
again, your smile is perfect;
and when i can't see it
my skies turn gray
my nights don't end and your voice replays
over within me - ever so soothing
and when i woke up next to you i knew
and hope that one day you will see and feel it too
that this is beyond real and just a phase
we've gone passed all that with our younger days
memories that we can begin to create
from the first night our lips touched, i'll never erase
or never forget for the chills run deep
with just that thought of you next to me
yes, I Love You, I know it's true
from that first time I woke up next to you
don''t fear these words, when they fall from my lips
just kiss me deep, for i can feel you within.

fear and hope

subconscious thoughts entering my reality
destroying me from the seems
as my sanity fades slowly
needing you to once again show me
just how real this is
as you've promised me forever
and it goes back to you
keep your word and I'll never let you down
this is something i'll prove
understand that because of you i no longer frown
as my biggest fantasy has become my life
you've given me hope; greater with every night
with this love, know as I do there will be no pain
no misery, no heartache, no ending in vein
for with you - you are my fate
my destiny, my eternity, my eternal flame
the only happiness that arrives with love
this true love we share - together, forever!
it shall NEVER fall.
and I know I won't fail you as I say this to you
I love you my angel and I'll FOREVER be true!

tender pain

chased by my own shadow
my demon has taken my skin
deceived; I can't seem to win
falling victim over again
contemplating a sour end
with the evil let out tonight

as I cry this single tear for you
washing away ike your memory
dishonesty is your only truth
tainted from all the abuse

running away from me
watching each step I take
I can no longer lead
myself to insanity
troubled deep within
and I'm tearing off my skin

destructive is this path
to myself; I can't last
tender pain simply created
to destroy this love; outdated
are the memories leading me to break
not only at the surface
but through the epidermus
and this time will be the last

conversation lost

taking blame again tonight
in this game yet I can't hide
all the pain that hurts inside
while I lose this fight
and I'm watching you walk away
with this strange smile upon my face
these tears they burn tonight
in this final goodbye.

I've walked this path before
sturggling to reach the light
shadded are my thoughts
of a better place.

wasted is all this time
dedicated all to you
wondering how I made it through
knowing that I was blind
voiding out the truth
in this non existing realm
that is now called home; to me
populated by misery

Crimson: It's not just a color

the telephone rings and the knife begins to tear into the skin
the voice slowly speaks not knowing the pain it is causing
a sin is about to take place, and no one will even see a trace
as she speaks clearer on her views, he's troubled; it's like fuel
to add to the fire with the blaze rising higher.

the voice speaks further as the crimson becomes brighter on the skin
it was once dark and thick, now bright and thin.
groaning from anger as her voice hightens bringing out the evil within
the knife cuts deeper and it all starts to flow; pools of red
like he had once invisioned himself to go.

the phone falls to the floor....
silence

worried; there is a knock at the door and no answer
scared that this will be the last time she see's him
wondering if she should even enter; if the sinner is plastered
to the floor - lying in a pool of crimson is the vision
know that this will take over your dream land

haunting visions of crimson: it's not just a color anymore

three

PREDICAMENTS
shortly becoming of me
and I try to be someone else
pour your dust and bury me
break me down no more
I'm broken to the floor.
DESTROYED
nor do I even want to go on anymore
the tears just continue to fall
yet the clock ticks quicker
my life vanishing faster then before
and the chemicals continue to flow within.
UNFAIR
is how I feel I've been trated
dillusional is this smile that I'm sohwing
yet all I cna do is move along and hope you keep me sane
for it's all within you-you help pass like rain
taking away alot of my pain.

untitled...

I'm stranded as I stare at this blank page
with self infliced wounds, yet the crimson won't fade
as the walls are closing in cutting off the air intake
and this has become a deeper pain

falling downward with progress
becoming lost with all you do
wondering where have I gone wrong
sometimes it hurts so much, yet it's so strong.

unaccomplished with all the points I've tried to make
thinking if you even realize where this should be
three words are not to be toyed with for emotion is pain
yet it shouldn't flow; these smiles shouldn't fade.

fear embarks as tonight unfolds without a word
your lips are missed - a simple cure I can not resist
like a drum, my heart thuds in my chest as it's a prisoner
scarred at the skin with my only way out of devilish sin.

I love you, my soul has been united with its rightufl mate
if you could only take my pain away; the things that you say
the red painted spots on the floor a memory
your running won't solve the situations that have made me feel betrayed.

New day, new era....same panic

New Day, New Era...

The John Stevens/Paul Holmgren era in Philadelphia is underway. However, the question that we now face is, in what direction will it go? Bobby Clarke, the previous GM of the NHL's Philadelphia Flyers, was known for making some big name changes throught the years as the GM. And things did change. Over the course of the past two seasons, the Defense that Mr. Clarke had provided to the Flyers has gotten slower and slower. John Stevens is stepping into shoes may be too big for him to fill. Unless Mr. Holmgren can pull off some spectacular moves (and yes, this means possibly moving Jeff Carter, R.J. Umberger, Freddie Meyer, and Robert Esche), the season is still an uphill battle for the lowly Flyers. It is not impossible, but should we look towards green pastures in the likes of Angelo Esposito, Colton Gillies, or Logan Cotoure? The situations that are put into the hands of Mr. Holmgren will not be fun to participate in.As an avid fan of the Orange and Black attack, I can almost see a sign of good things to come. From what forwards Mike Richards and Simon Gagne have been quoted in saying, John Stevens already has the team focused and back to enjoying hockey. If something is broke, of course we can fix it unless it is destroyed. This Flyers team is not destroyed. This Flyers team, in my opinion, has just lost track of what has been going on around them. I think they were just zombies for the time being, so to speak. A change has been made, and it will be absorbed and then taken out in positives. The Flyers will bounce back from this hopeless start and show that there offensive talent is there, it has just been in hiding for the time being. So, in closing, even if player personel doesn't change the proper changes have been made to make a start towards the light of a winning hockey team. Let's Go Flyers!!!