Sometimes I wonder,
Sometimes I ponder,
Why do I love her.

At one look she's valentine,
and the next... she's somebody else

But like a spectre on Holloween's day,
its all but a mask.
A mask that someone else used to wear.
A mask filled with fear, grief and pain.
Masks that fills up the small dents in her heart.

I ran, she glimpsed, I reached, she smiled.
A great story it is. Yet another,
I ran, I reached, an empty look from her face.
A story that makes me cry and kneel to the Lord.

It's a difficult love indeed and temptations are real and big.
Yet, I could not find a reason to steer and drive away.
And against all logic, Love compels me to stay.

The love that compelled my savior to be hanged on a tree.
A love that never gives up,
a love that is defined by no other word than love it self.
Is the love that keeps me going.

It is because of love, that I could not let go.
Because, my savior himself did not let go.
Even at times that I betray and spat him to his face
He did not let go. He held on, He struggled.
He pulled me, He embraced me.

My Rabbi once thought me,
that love is both sweet and deadly.
love in its ultimate form, will lead one person to die.

"Die to self" my Rabbi says.
Until when can I die to my self?

Scarry as it is, I am ready to die in the name of love,
Scarry as it is, I am ready  to die to show one person love,
To lit the light of hope in her, to light back faith in her heart.
As great purposes awaits her, to be a sign of hope is a great pleasure indeed.

So am I crazy enough to lose the world in the name of love?
Sadly, I'am still incapable of loving like my savior does.
For he is perfect and I.... am being perfected.

We are of no comparison,
He was innocent, yet I was guilty.
guilty as accused.
I am but a  mere speck of dust compared to His glory.

O how can I find love in the eyes of my valentine?
I cried out and He answered,
"You don't" He says,
For  love is not about you,
but it is about dying to your self

With this love that I recieved,
I am on my way.
Fighting fears, lies and struggles,
I am on my way.

As love compels me to be,
Therefore I concluded that
I.... must be..... Half-Crazy.

Once a year we celebrate the tales of the dead.
An ice pick in the chest or an ax through one's head.
****** tales and make-believe are best shared with teeth rotting sugars until this horror-happy day leaves.
A chain saw to cut up another victim to prepare the night's feast
Follows a scream full of fear and the chase of a murderous beast.
We all become actors in Halloween celebration...
So dust off your spell books and conjour up some fun conversations.

on holloween night
acres of framland
we share
the same light
where the
wild black crows
steal fresh staw
and sweetcorn
from the
stretched out arms of
the scarecrow
while
the gray ghosts
and white ghouls
play versions of bach
on their corn-horn
instrumental
sounds in the air

In a frigid, noiseless town,
there is a gingerbread house nearby a cornfield,
countless shafts to count.

You can enter if you dare,
in most shadows, a Witch with a long chiffon hair,
on the other hand, in the cabin, a jester with the evil most chimes,
oh dear, have you seen a clown who doesn't smile?

Narrow thy footsteps, come close and open the gates,
creepy hollows with gestures and prisoned in hates.
Eerie noises shall be heard,
hearing them say, "no sudden movements,
or someone will get hurt."

Shaky hands, numb knees, but why did you visit the town?
Some of the foreign trees will howl with horrible, horrible frowns.
Flying obsidian black bats and unusual whispers of beasts,
try to brawl once, a critter will attempt to seize.

From the unforgettable nightmares to royal fairytales,
legends had spoken, a scarce of theories are no fraud-flames.
An antidote towards a man with a hook,
strive to wake the undead,
empty path of wisdom is only straight ahead.

What's your favorite film?
"Before I Wake,"
"Keep Watching,"
"It," or "Shut In,"
Or even "Razors to the Heart" by Shakespeare?
It's alright not to bid out, but don't you deny it,
because they can chase your fears.

Imagine the corpses,
swimming over from where they have drowned,
for so many years, they are only attached to the ground,
with the taste of freedom,
now they're ready to construct sinister-like sounds.

You're such a candid being, good and wise,
I hope you've been warned to never enter twice.
Authentic myths, haunted ghouls, and frightening creatures that are rarely to be seen,
Oh, we just want to greet you,
a Happy Holloween.