Christmas Morning

Time passes and memories fade but, the clouds forgot to take your face away.

The laughter we shared now, drowned by the tickin of the clock.

The lies we told long blown away with the wind.

The pain has subsided but, the love still remains.

Why did the passing time leave you behind?

Why does my heart still long for just one more kiss, just one more

night?

And when the night is over will I still remember, the way it felt

when we first found each other......

MY BLEEDING HANDS

A knight in armor stained with blood. Not of those he had murdered but of the innocent lives he had tried to save with his noble hands.

Death imminent, overwhelming and everywhere he casts his gaze. To fight or to hold a dying man's hands is his dilema.

To keep fighting or to mourn is mine.

Destiny....

There is no such thing as Destiny and Fate.

There are only Days and Nights.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Here is something I wrote after watching The Curioius Case of Benjamin Button:

Every breath a gift every move a song, every word a mystery your life’s unbound
Every adventure you take has nvr been taken by anyone before
cos you’re a mystery, the reason for my melodies

unbound unshaken your strength’s your smile
every soul you meet astounded by your calm
no one has lived like you
no one can see like you
but u so humbly say
hmmmm.....

everytime you say goodbye i hold my breath
when you appear once more i breathe again
y does it seem that the years make you shine
i can only hold you mine for awhile
but our love will fill my life always for one more night

unbound unshaken your strength’s your smile
every soul you meet astounded by your calm
no one has lived like you
no one can see like you
but u so humbly say
hmmmm.....

The Blues...

You gotta love the blues...sings my heart with such simple and profound notes. Tells me everything i know and tells what i don’t....

i love the blues. But, it seems like the blues... love me more.

Life Untold...

It seems like it never stops raining. There were just too many things that were too painful & the memories just kepton piling up. ln the distance the sounds don’t make sense anymore.

The crying night shuts itself in misery. A few doors down another one screams and weeps for the lost of sight.

He blinks. But can’t tell if its day or night, the sounds around him keep him alive.
It is an endless road in a mirror of silence except for the pitter patter of raindrops of course.
Life is but merely a journey that can never ever be told in its full glory.

My Lanterns and Candles

Say at least 3 things tonight that you are grateful for before you go to bed and dream of them before you sleep. If you can’t even think of that then you are in serious trouble. We are all blessed, to be able to write, read to have internet connection! There are so many things that I am grateful for only because I choose to see the light at the end of the tunnel and not focus on the darkness that is overwhelming.

But how do you make the one you love see all things beautiful when they don’t reciprocate or even try? Does it mean that they do not even appreciate your concern or presence or simply can’t see the little sparks that makes life worthwhile. What do we do? We cannot change the one we love, neither can we change them.

So the light at the end of the tunnel starts to fade.....do we choose to love life or choose to love.

I choose to love life. I have lit my path with candles and have hung bright lanterns up the whole way through! I will still try to make the one I love see my lanterns and candles....I will try, but I simply refuse to let the dark engulf me again.

Consumed by it I was before and I bear a mark on my body to remind me to never visit that place again. I simply cannot. I will light the dark, I will paint the night with colours never before seen to man and I will love....