The frozen ground quaked underneath the children’s feet as they dashed, house to house, gulping in the freezing air as they brought cheer to those who had none. They stood in a gathered clump, shivering in their boots, singing out their love and joy for the season to the men and women who only think of the money. They spread the love of joy of true spirit through their harmonious song, lighting the darkened cloud which filled their political hearts.

A smile, ever so slowly, creeps over their faces, melting away the winter blues to the true meaning of Christmas. The family watched the younger ones, being jollier than St Nicholas themselves, laughing at the funny faces Dad’s pulling, or stuffing their faces with Mum’s cooking. And when that fateful night comes near, the fire is lit, the TV turned off, and warm cups of hot chocolate lie empty. The time has finally arrived for family-time, a moment to forget the troubles of the world, the current financial crisis, or complain that you’re missing Coronation Street and The Bill, as time spent with the people you love at Christmas, is the most important time in the whole world.

One of these days I will endulge in the delight
that only the sweetest dare to sample.
The soft texture of the sponge,
springy to the touch, layer upon layer.
The sweet smell of the strawberry filling the nostrels,
warming the tastebuds to the point of explosion.
The creamy filling lingers in the middle,
complimenting each beautifully, a delight to eat.
But yet I will never indulge in that special delicasy,
as my lips never open to the word 'cake'

Clutch at air for water to fall,
Frozen through memories of time.
The cooling touch of horror and tears,
Fall on truth yet stay for years.

I feel the chill as I stand in the corridoor.
My skin was like ice to the warmest touch.
My hands turned blue, then an ugly purple too.
On duty they said I had to be, so what I said.
My knees knocked so hard that I couldn't stand still.
My whole body shivered with the cold air.
Now I know why no one else wanted to be there.
I wasn't allowed to wear my warm winter coat.
So I stood there, freezing, like a block of ice.
The cold was just too cold to bear.

I feel so small amongst the trees,
they push and **** me through the leaves.
I feel so free that I fly to my home,
only to find the tree grow there

Vale Decem,
Honore res quara,
Emerio,
Alter altera,
Vale Decem,
Emerio,
Alter....
Alteri...te....
Vale Decem,
Vale Stragem,
Valde Temptua,
De glorio....
Vale Decem,
Vale Decet,
Honora res quara,
Alter cerna...
...Armis,
Grata tunc, usquera, emani,
Vale....(x12)


The translation from Latin....


Farewell Ten,
Because of your honour,
It's well deserved,
This other one,
Farewell Ten,
It's well deserved,
This other one,
This other one of you,
Farewell Ten,
Farewell Carnage,
Intense trials,
Concerning pride,
Farewell Ten,
In a very proper way,
Because of your honour,
The next seperation....
....Is by force of arms,
Flow out all the way with joy,
Farewell (x12)

Only the strongest could crack it, but even the weakest of minds could succedd too.
One turn was all it took- to open a door that should be locked; to hold a secret.
Cold and hard, paired with that of only one to match.This could be copied, for good or evil.
Always there when you wish they werent, even the papaerclip never works no more.
All are fallen by it, only the strongest force through.
The weakest of strength are the strongest in mind, could break through after some tweeking.
Secrets are hidden behind it, the things you arent suppost to see.
WHAT AM I LOOKING AT?
YOU DECIDE

The nights are longer now than before,
always dark and cold, drawing in the mist,
clouding our vision through the prison
in which we waited. There was no stoppage
in time anymore, just the silence that
enveloped around us.

Only with the distant rumble of thunder
could any change in time - the candle of a
heart slowly being extinquised the only sight
to be seen through the yellow panes of
smoke and ash for miles, chocking the life
from the flame.

Clammy and stuffy don't even begin to describe
the horrors of where I am trapped. Encased in
the coffin of earth and rubber, always wet and cold
from the rain which ceased to stop, filling our boots
till they could fill no more. French ground is where
I stand, and French ground is where I die.

Life lives no more, only the rats see little hope,
nibbled away from frost-bite of death and disease,
only the strongest survive the month. Even the horses
could sense it, their long faces reflecting the horrors
that were to be expected soon, one last push they say,
one last push till it ends.

Repulsed by the tightness in which I was trapped I reach
forward into the yellow cloud, spiralling itself through
the wire which surrounded me. One breath was all it took
to wipe the life from the eyes, so thats all I took,
one breath.

Through the choices that I make,
to stay in touch with those which time lost,
I must choose.

That of the friend who gave me joy.....
That of the friend who gave me happiness.....
That of the friend who gave me kindness.....
That of the friend who gave me memories.....
That of the friend who he now only sees.

On what hard stone ground must the battle be fought,
On what cause must this fight start to never end until
the one says....."It's over"?!

Jealous.....over what?!
The time I would spend, laugh and joke, is trashed by love,
On what grounds must this become the wall?
ON WHAT GROUNDS?

To never see a friend so fair, that through this coloud he must speak,
decide, act, choose.....
A choice unlawfully made by one over another.....
Life for a life.....
Friend over love.....
.....

Why must I wait to be served?
Why must I wait to be seated?
Why must I wait to be collected?
Why must I wait to be chosen?
Why must I wait to be next?
Why must I wait to be picked?
Why must I wait anymore?
I need not wait anymore for the final chance
Why must I wait?
I don’t need to wait anymore,
What I want is right here