I love her
but she doesn't know
I am somehow there when she is sad
but she still only views me as a friend
but that's okay
I listen to her problem
and cheer her up


In the end
I can describe all that I feel for her in six words
"I love you very much, Kath"

I adore
The way you
Make me laugh

Moments that
Feel lighter
Than feathers

Bubbling
To the top
With a song

Butterflies
Or maybe
Fuzzy moths

You tickle
My very soul
With your love

I cannot
Contain joy
Found in you

To wind I lend my ears,
her prank instantly cheers, then
on our separate ways.

oooh! We must dance
the blood are bleeding at earth
the oppressed people have no sounds

they have homeless ,the sky is their  covers
the lands is their beds
their friends are birds and animals

the wilds became nearer than the human hearts
they deal with them more safer than human deals
the wild tusks and nails are more mercy than the man speeches

look at Syria, palestine and Burma lands
the unfair nations said that," they are the God's hands
who brought them to establish justice at every sands

so, they must clear the land from the bad persons
the haggard and the backwards persons must be cancelled
as they are the reasons of every terrorist


what will they or they can do?
one comes with guns, tanks and planes surrounding their lands
killing them as insects without any merciful appearance

at the end one smiles and says," happy christmas"
yes, happy christmas but their rights and peace
must be established to show their white teeth

the red indian are done by new copy of white face
the colors are the same, they walked on two legs
they are not wild or have not black hearts

say to them happy new year
give them hand to make them feel
give them the help and share

with their humanity and return their
happiness, calm and the chance to live
at kind life with the smile and happy cheer

In this moment i feel fine.
Not trapped like falls foliage under neath winters white blanket.
Neither do i feel free
Like the fowl that flew south.
I feel somewhere in the awkward middle ground between
Flight and containment.
But what a beautiful feeling.
I may not be airbourne,
Honking with the lively flock of beasts
Seeking asylum from winters
Chillful howls.
But at least im above ground.
And thats encouraging.

Ornaments and lights decorate trees
Traditions that we've made this to be
Presents are generous, but to be alive

Is the gift that continues to give
Because your presence
Is a present

Focus energy not on tensions
Or frustrations, but realizing
Appreciations for each lesson
Blessing, and silver lining

For Christmas cheer, is to be kind
To unite love like peace signs
And as we celebrate his birthday
To keep the good faith in mind.