Set the fire to the words,

or set the words in fire.

Stars are clouds in imagery,

Rhymes not in bribery,

Ideas plunging to the to lakes

of desire.

Different colors and arts 

One passion  for one great Art.

Makes a pillar for the hearts,

For the heart of soul in unison

with the Dark.

Embrace and brace

the taste of the creative haste

Walk with the running abstract 

and depart the real world

and join the pool

of the genius,

of the concerned.

of the gold in the poets' mind.

Set the wind to be a breeze,

And set the days to 

close,

Join the valley of hopes,

and turn your graves

into a beautiful rose,

Where the poets and writers 

are brought together, forever.

The best, only 

here in Prose.

Searching for answers,

like a throw of the dice,

Hands held crossed,

Eyes and mind drowning

in tears,

Fears

what things will be

when the chances landed

in the unexpected 

ones,

Once,

and thrice when the dice still 

not fall

yet stole

life and the things 

that color the hue

of life,

and the night

is like a fashion which is written

out of the script,

All is a life-long search,

for the right chance,

for the right time,

for the right pulse

in every throw of the dice.

That is driven, by lies.

He watched her in her deepest sleep...

Watched how forever made its greatest leap,

How it drew a picture where time is on its tip,

Like a smell of rose all our kisses keep.

Watched how forever made its greatest leap

And tired not so to climb the clouds so steep

Like a smell of rose all our kisses keep,

I stared at nowhere like tonight's a gift.

I'm tired not so to climb the clouds so steep,

With strength I can build our place with sift

I stared at nowhere like tonight's a gift,

And then, saw forever formed its shape with fate.

With strength I can build our place with sift,

I will draw our picture where time's on our tip.

For I saw how forever formed its shape with fate

As I watched you in your deepest sleep.

A long time ago

in a galaxy

far far away...

There ruled a 

heart

of kindness,

that for a Templar,

the Grail.

The bliss

is in perfection,

In formation

were quintessence

of peace

in what seems 

to be 

penultimate.

And in state

reinstates

the genius

by bond

that treasures

creatures

created

from psalms

of verses

with courses

of presents

in blank.

There are heroes

luring 

the songs

and the sound

And there's 

heaven

singing

with trumpets

in the absence 

of clouds.

But time

was gone and 

it went

so blank

Darkness

orbited 

and the lights

went black

Holes embraced

the Race

disgraced

by Faith

and it's late 

to be safe

from condemnation

where Redemption's 

a fool

It's full

of denial

It's bridal

from eclipses

of the moon

and the Sun 

was stolen and 

murdered

by the glimpses

of the Hades' tune.

There came a prison

of invasion

invaded 

and imprisoned 

with the

formation

of quintessence

of artifice

with contempt

and those Stars 

go tempt

the Land 

with Love

coated

with hate

in the state

they make

a revolution

rotated

and twisted 

from truth

to keep 

the worlds

from thinking

and resisting

the embrace

of the taste 

of the sweet 

quintessence

of strife.

And the world

is now waiting

for the Templar

to come.

Waiting 

for heroes

to be a thousand

in

One.

For the world 

is thinking

all about 

the hate

and prays to the devil

on His Perfect State,

And the world

embraces the kiss

of the darkness

by light.

From a galaxy afar

that had been long 

so lost

—Life.

I always love the holiday season. It's all as if the world took a break from being a harsh battlefield, and suddenly turned to a big Dome staging acts about sharing and love. It seems that what have been a dark forest of nightmares turned to a theme park where we can feel the sweet honesty of the wind. And it means a lot. Why? We're humans. And in the never-ending arena of life, we are all actors—whether we are rich or poor, black or white, straight or not—we are all in the same lane and we are looking at the same sky. And as actors, we need some breaks where we can breathe freely out of what have been murdering our hearts, our minds and our souls...to take a glimpse or to value what we have in our life, in a positive side. The Holidays is the perfect season for this one, thanks to the tradition and teachings which helped shape what Christmas and New Year should mean to our worlds, and that makes it the right time to look back at the things we have today and track back our less righteous actions, to weigh them thoroughly then swear to not repeat them, or at least prevent them to happen. The Season is also the perfect season for sharing love, as what an adage says, "The heart melts in the warmest song", because we have known (in the books and in the actual experiences) that Christmas is over-pouring with love and New Year is over-pouring with positivism. So are there presents, family gatherings, dates, out-of-town trips and more. And besides, there's even more with the Holiday season, and it's a movie we, the actors, should explore out of the script.

Oh, I've got to go, Friend. We are now entering the Cinema.

A cacophony of shadows, 

and all I feel is fear.

Memories were faded 

like a lullaby in

the empty air.

In the never-ending absence

of hope,

I lost

the greatest part of my faith,

and was left—its worst.

The choir sings the cold 

breath of sorrow

and joyfully embraces

the nightmares

of the overthrown.

The feeling is haunting

the lines as I walk

the death of light

in the graveyard where

my completeness broke.

I walked the moon behind 

and found my pains

alive

they sang,

to the lullaby and to the four corners

they hide

and chanted 

spells of whispers 

to my wandering mind.

All's frozen and put on fire 

to death

and I was ruled by the child

of a never-ending hate,

yet there's a melody chanting 

in cacophony of 

thoughts

and it's music—to my burning soul.