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Sitting in gods chair
Will he mind or make a fuss
Will he throw a tantram
And bounce on a cloud

Jump up and down
And below out loud
How dare you sit in my seat
Have to no respect

I'll send you to the devil
You wicked litlle man
Am bigger than you
You silly fool

My chair is only for my derrier
By grace of godI cast you out to
Th devil you must go
For all you bad deads you have done
I will let you back if you repent
On your knees and kiss my feet
Then I no you have repent

I came upon a battle of wizards,
A duel to the death,
To determine the winner,
One sorcerer started morphing,
His body getting bigger,
With evil laugh and wicked spell,
Twisted horns and armored scales ,
Bat like wings and long spiked tail,
A horrid vision strait from hell....
Meanwhile the other wasted no time,
Spitting and making arcane signs,
Tentacles grew from the magi's spine,
Rows upon rows of teeth sprouted out,
As ancient language spewed from its mouth...
Both diabolically wicked and scary,
Glaring each one at his adversary,
One closed the distance with a hop,
And bit a wing completely off,
Giving a horrendous shout,
Black acid blood came pouring out,
Letting loose a banshee's wail,
The demon screaming struck with tail,
Ripping ,tearing ,with tooth and nail,
The octopod then backwards fell,
Tentacles flailing as it was impaled,
Wrapping the demon in poisonous grip,
To the ground the two then went,
With death blows dealt from both sides,
I waited till they both had died,
Like a crook I took their books,
What's inside I dare not look...

The castle knights had been absent for three
months engaged in battle with the Manglelegion
tribe on the southern side of Celtic Pass..
The small Celtic village comprised mostly of
woman and children were nestled between two
mountain ridges where any military advantage
by pontential attacks from the Manglelegion tribe
were hopefully reduced to certain defeat by the
elite forces of the castle guard..
Edmund Doyle, the commander of the castle guard had
created the village as a safe house mostly for the aged, and
women and children, but especially for his wife Shantiel, and
his daughter Chershay. In the advent of a long
and pitched battle they had always been secure fromfrom
retaliation, yet in this season the Manglelegion scouts hadfrom
managed to breach the protected pass which had
ensured against any surprise attack.
Edmund Doyle had trained two wolves, a female he named
Satin, and a male he called Pounce. These wolves he trained
to seek him out in the advent of an enemy attack.
The wolves were trained to carry an article of
clothing to Edmund Doyle though they had to make
their way through dense forest..
But it was Satin, Doyle's most beloved wolf that had
won his trust to deliver a message..
The infamous warrior Darkhorse of the Manglelegion
tribe had boasted on several ocassions that he would
see Edmund Doyle's wife and child hanged and would
feed their flesh to the birds had lead his small bad of
warriors through the Celtic pass and would make good
on his promise to vanguish the unarmed Celtic village
and to put to death the wife and child of Edmund Doyle..
On this battlefield blanketed with snow Doyle sharpened
his sword in a forest lit only by the moon..
He paused, as a sound behind him alerted his
attention
He was greeted by a warm tongue upon his face..
It was Satin, is beloved female wolf with the red
scarf of Doyle's wife tucked under her collar..
Doyle knew by this that the Manglelegion tribe had
broken through the pass and that he would never
reach the village in time to save its inhabitants..
But now his only hope lay in Pounce who he trained
for the sole purpose of identifying and killing Darkhorse..
Pounce was no messager dog, but a natural killer which
no amount of training could quell..
It was Pounce, who was crouching at the forest edge
and with steel blue eyes studied every move of Darkhorse
as he lead Doyle's wife and child to be hung in front
of sobbing villagers..
And it was Darkhorse who would turn to discover the primal
instincts of Pounce and he who greets with fire!

If the demons of our dreams,
Were not to us bound,
What a nightmare then,
Our world would be found.

I looked deep into my soul,
And what I found there brought tears,
The demons had grown in number,
And given life to all my fears.

But, fear not this darkness that surrouns us,
Beneath the red devils moon,
Even as hope escapes us,
Morning will be coming soon.

Last night while in my wandering dreams,
I found a path that lead into Wonderland,
A wise little fairy at the old wooden gate,
Beckoned me fourth with her wand.

"Come hither" she said "no need to be shy",
"With me you won't get lost",
"To enter here admission is free,
Only back on earth there is cost".

A place of trees and flowers so bright,
Filled with Love and happy times,
An ocean of bluebells swayed in the breeze,
And the fairies all danced to their chimes.

I said to her that from where I hail,
We don't possess wands or potions,
Nor can we sprinkle some sparkling glitter,
To quell our sorrowful notions.

"In your reality" she explained "the same magic exists,
In the twinkle of a ladies eyes,
Not in complicating a tangled mess,
But in the giving of a simple surprise".

"Too much emphasis on possessions you place,
For money and property greed,
Simply hug and allow your hearts collide,
From vanity grow Love's seed".

"Before you leave I have a small gift",
As she rummaged in her brown leather pocket,
"Take care as you go and heed my advice",
Then she opened an old golden locket.

She said "now Mizzy it's time to return,
Find Love, for Love you must",
With an outstretched arm she presented to me,
A tiny handful of her magic fairy dust.

i dream about a world who not excist only in my dream he excist in real he is fake show most go on and one so let me dream cause im tired so many face so many stranger but fake

A siren sat and eyes she cast
With longing at the shore
Such excitement there she would find
All the world lay there to explore

But unfortunately there was no hope
For lacking she was feet
So every day she’d sit there and pray
For she would not admit defeat

For years she sat til she was old
Each day the same as the other
Til the day she caught an angel’s eye
Who spoke of her plight to Earth’s Mother

Finally her wish came true
Upon the shore she stepped
Her happiness knew no bounds
And tears of joy she wept

Time is neither here nor there, Time is within itself. It exists only within it's presence, in our presence, in present state. The past and future only exists in our mind, because of present time. Our ability to remember and plan, creates an illusion of time past or coming future. Time's only real existence is actually the present. Only our ability to live within the present can change our mental emotions and physical feelings, hence our ability to falsely live life in an existence that is not reality.

Beneath the liquid sea of night
I marvel at the stars
like little diamonds in the dark
the same where ere you are.

The massive beauty pulls me in
and lulls me like a wave
pushing me past infinity
and asks " are you so brave"?

Come dance among the galaxies
fly through the Milky Way,
use your imagination there is
nothing more to say.

The mystery of timeless space
is one no one can solve,
let the planets keep on dancing
and around the sun revolve.

I 'll travel where there is no end
amongst the diamonds bright
till day has come and gone again
and welcomes in the night.

Goddess drawn on paper angel of light in the darkest strangest place. A temporary spirit often confused with heavens race. Trapped in a picture a story of magic dreams and even gental grace. A recycled flower poisoned by lifes changing moments and rainy days. A goddess always written in that same old way. Well its time to rewrite the page.