ANOTHER CHRISTMAS STORY...

Santa is here again this season

Packed his bags with the favorite gifts for you and me

Rudolf is pulling the cart

Where all the sweet things can be found

The big snowflakes falling from the sky.

Daddies are hiding presents for Christmas,

Mummies are making cakes and icings

You and I are just hanging around, waiting for Santa Claus

This is another Christmas story…

I hear the “twelve days of Christmas” chiming everywhere

“I saw mummy kissing Santa Claus” ringing in my ears

I just realized the season is near, all because my home is filled with lots of tidings, wishes and gifts.

This is another Christmas story…

25^th is the day…

24^th is the eve…

What have you got up your sleeve

Just so you can show someone you care on Christmas day…

 Having the little baby born on this special day is what 25^th is all about

But making time with family, friends and loved ones will be the most memorable to me this season…

What about you, make a wish now, because

This is another Christmas story.

DREAM LOVER

Everything seemed like a dream until...
 I met him... I saw him face-to-face. He looked so real, had a face of an angel; brightly lit with a light from an unknown source.
 I could neither believe what I saw or what I dreamed of, then I felt something spring up in me, all of a sudden I heard myself saying "I saw you".
 Could this be me?
 Could this be the angel I dreamed of?
Was I still dreaming or perhaps it was an illusion.
Maybe, I was just hallucinating.
If this is a reverie, then I need to be jolted out of it.
He looked so real though, as if I had painted a portrait of him in my dark-eyed dream before seeing him...
...he looked exactly what I saw in my dream, just as perfect as can be.
With my eyes closed, I tried to figure out that perfect picture again, but the more I tried, the more closer I felt him physically.
How can I ever tell him how I feel about him?
Maybe, just maybe, this piece would.

A FEELING WITH PURPOSE

I love to scribble what runs through my mind
and make a diary of it with memories of my past someday
but one thing I'm realizing is that I don't just write what my mind tells me...
but with my heart filled with emotions, I'm able to pour out my feelings through WORDS. 

LOST MEMORIES

I forgot about the future

 In order to think about the past, the past I always see when I blink my eyes…

… It keeps occurring to me anytime I hear that name,

See that face,

And think about those times.

My past was always filled with refreshing memories I find hard to forget,

All because I was with that one heart that really never can be found again…

… Even though my future holds a lot for me, I still cannot be

Without the other part of me;

My past, where all the hearts paused, just to see ours beat.

… It’s all coming back to me

To realize how much I miss this past

And how I would want it back…

… If wishes were horses, beggars will ride,

But just maybe my wish of seeing my past again could come true.