My vision went blank
The memory is gone
When I wasn't there

I was held captive
By the bottle of falsity
In the midst of a crowd

My deepest possession
Was stolen in the dark
I was more dead then them

But I woke up in life
In the hell of my sins
Drowned by own blood

A strange taste sunk in
Bittersweet like rind
But it burned like liquor

My flesh was emptied
I was carrying my heart
As it diminished in hand

The air was thick and wild
My lungs filled by dust
Of what was left behind

My song turned melancholic
As my soul hid quickly
With the depths of my spirit

The years passed
And like a mirage
They dissipated

Now I dine alone
At the broken table
I placed in my home

There's a part I've lost
A place I'll never find
I am the ghost of my death

Christmas is love in action.
Everytime we give or love
its Christmas

When we offer a hand
to a neighbor or friend,
or show kindness to a stranger

It means so much more,
than any present...
It makes you feel all warm inside

That warmth is passed to those you touch,
and from there it grows and spreads

like pixie dust.
Its the best time of year...
Love is the air,
the spirit of giving,
being nice and
spending time with your family & friends.

*The most precious gift you can give
or receive doesn't come from a
box beneath the Christmas tree,
it comes from within a loving heart.