a beautiful weaving knot of
emotion, desire, despair and
freedom.

To live is to feel.

Enthusiasm is what i found as i soar,
Soaring to the heavens and gliding above the earth.
Floating above the worries of clouds,
and landing on the never reaching doubts.

Everything said and done, but never mine.
If it provides familiarity, it's a bird, not I.

As I am strangled by the ropes of life,
Clung by the chains of hope and sighs.
Where I am nothing but a chick,
In comparison with the world where I live.

I don't have the feathers of confidence,
Nor wings of liberty and carelessness.
As all I have are the limbs, unrecoverable
To the depths of what has been foresaw.

I don't have the beak of biting justice,
Nor the talons in grappling success.
All I have are the parts of me, just that
The parts that hold all thy limitations.

Unlike the bird of liberation, soaring the paths,
I alone stuck in the neverending trees
That covers the sight of success,
and a hindrance on flapping my way.

Not a bird, but a man wanting the life of  a bird.

i am now twenty five
the number is evenly placed
between twenty and thirty
i hated myself at twenty
i wonder who i’ll be at thirty
the years seem to stretch
and snap back
i am now twenty five
i’ve had my heart broken twice
i used to think i’d never recover
until i do, and i always do
my friends have changed
my voice has changed
i don’t know what’s next
and maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be

Christmas on its way not to long to go
time for Christmas parties playing in the snow
wrap the Christmas presents  for friends and family
hang the decorations light the Christmas tree

listen to out for Santa to his sleigh bells ring
presents for the children Santa he will bring  
put the music  on sing a Christmas  song
party time is here dance whole night long

lots of smiling faces on children Christmas day
opening the presents as they begin to play
playing on there sleigh sliding in the snow
happy as can be faces all aglow

Carol singers singing  there outside your door
singing Christmas songs Christmas time one more
let the music play  party all night long
dance the night away to a christmas song

You and I , sitting together

Yet , stars looks so far

Just like us

Stars and Moon kept look each other

If you ask me to tell you the truth ,

I will tell you to stay with me

The world blew air - soft yet unrelenting.
As if drawn from bottomless lungs.
Breathing life into leaves that once hung limp.

This breeze...
That I found oh so familiar.
It's the scent that catches me unaware,
my world would halt for a brief moment as
I'd stop to ponder the where, the when
and perhaps the who.

Sometimes I'd remember...

These days I'm afraid I'd cease to...