T’is Christmas

This blessed day

When the snowflakes

Dance down the sky

Bobbing around in the air

This blessed day

When the children play

In the snow, diving down

Going up all the way

I want to say

A prayer for all of those

I know, and even those

I don’t know at all…

I hope you find peace

No, I hope you become peace

I hope you love

I hope you become what

You have always dreamed to be

Personalize your fantasy

This blessed day



Walking Down the Runway

She strolled the luscious trail

She strolled the luscious trail

With the galore of a majesty

And strides of a diva

Cheered on by one million fans

Carrying one million dreams

In her deluxe purse

And behind her sanguine smile

She held one million plans

To fulfill them

But suddenly

Her starlet heels got caught on something


She stumbled delicately

She fell

For his smile

She was hypnotized

By those big brown eyes

She did not realize

The crowd was fading out

Her purse was robbed

She tried to flee

To rescue a part of herself

But his arms strangled her being


When he finally let go

She gasped for air

Looking around only to see

Everything was gone

And so was he

She was all alone

Now in a dingy cell

Behind the bars of her own fear

Of loneliness and questions

She cried and hated and despised

In countless hours of darkness


When a drop of dawn touched her

Warming her freezing soul

She looked up surprised

To see a little hole of a window

Her vision was blurred

But she thought it said hope

And with that she brushed her black hair back

And dragged her fatigued body

Towards hope- high up on the dungeon wall

And started planning her escape

For she was determined

To once again rope herself back to life



The Ocean Hand

Ocean Hand

The wind hauled

Picking up a piece of sea

And dropping it to shore

Where it belonged you see

She shut her eyes

Sealing herself from the world

But the droplets

Were firm in their resolve

And soft in their stroke

Gently caressing

Her sunburned cheeks

Attending to burns

Deeper than the skin

Trickling slowly

Into those finely folded wrinkles

Not earned by time

But pierced there

By centuries of torture

Splashing her hair back

They revealed her extinguished eyes

Which once burned with dreams

Ever so fierce

But now lie

Untouched and despised

The sea salt felt

Like a touch of love

Isn’t that nature

She finally inhaled

The majestic tides

Mighty yet docile