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Do you see
as you write
or is fear
that steals your might

do raindrops fall
yet to behold
a sudden drown
as slowly you go down

do silly things
evolve
for ever
a want to resolve


do plants of gardens
leave you
a stranger in the day
come lets cook

and swing into our day


do mine-ute special things
leave you again
in wonderment
leaving only
a cherished lament


being wrapped up warm
sox upon those toes
for whom ever

heaven knows

I am animal
I am the wolf
Your hunter and gatherer

I will hunt for you
lay my kill
at your feet

I will bite you
mark your neck
with my teeth

If the moon is round
I will howl for you

I become the wolf
hunt for you tonight
Just to taste the blood
of your chocolate lips

In my wolf skin
I seek your brown sugar body

I follow the trail
of your pounding heart

The hunter suddenly
become the hunted

You wrap your arms around me
I am captured in your embrace
time in relativity slows
all else fades to nothing...

i was once a little kid my dreams where my life,
my haunts where my nightmares but i never dreamed of this knife,

i saw there was a chance for me to come true,
in my dreams i was forever werent you,

i never cried i never thought,
that i was a teacher that never had taught,
you looked at me like i was a present,

but that never came true,
i ended being your future,

and thats why i decided to see it through,
in my eyes you seemed like i was alive,

but that was my dream and now i have to thrive,
but never look back and always create your destiny as if it was your fate,

all this was my life that no one can debate,
im living in the now and thats reality,

so listen and learn that i was your child,
not a creature from the attic that was crazy and wild,

youve hurt my past but this is my now,
i know you love me,

but its changed my life i wont regret how,
but im still hurt inside as you can see,

i wont forget you but will you forget me!...

Perhaps it is my destiny
beautiful wind blowing under the leaves
there I am standing still
under this tree
turning golden brown
I do see the leaves
wondering what is my destiny
carried by the wind
a leaf floating down
landing on my head
turning all white
the tree is in a deep freeze
there I am standing still
wondering what is my destiny
melting ice the sun beaming down
a drip landing on my nose
as I am standing still
under this tree
watching the leaves blossom
uniting with a branch
they become one
holding your hand
friends we have become
blossoming into one
with the hope of turning
golden brown
I know this is
my destiny

Got nothin' to say, and I'm sayin' it now,Just toss me a pen and I'll show ya how, I fiddle and scribble, the whole day through..reeking havoc in class the way I do..I disrupt my class on a daily basis,Just to watch the looks on those tortured faces,Who voted me the one most likely to fail,To spend 99 years in the county jail,And my teacher, poor thing, such dedication!,since they tripled her dose of medication, In time I'd be silenced by divine intervention,She assures me in sobs to pitiful to mention,Yes, I'm Johnny be good in your wildest dreams,And you never know what tomorrow brings, I might stay home,or I could drag in late,But whichever I choose is a dreadful fate, For the class, the school, and the public at large,Who humbly kneel to Johnny in charge!

So, do I, young vagabond, this Rolling stone eschew Not anyone
fnord other This rolling cashew I do. After sufficient distension of
the mighty and wise, and wage war on their point-proper diction
Life, full of problems, is hard But are we sure that this is the life
we want to live. As when you ponder: mow the yard? And finally decided on a solution so saline

No one seems to know,
A rusty body sits in the dark,
Its owner sold to a stupid soul,
And now its story is being told....



If I was you I'll get her back,
Fixed her good and put on track,
She's only rusted and beaten down,
Got the spark to turn it around.



You guys used to race as one,
Aid by steady hands on a wild ride,
Another one bite the dust,
As you stormed your way past!



English pride that made you laughed,
Now You let her be and rust,
The times you spent with her together,
In good or harsh kind of weather.



But you left her in a pile to rot,
Came back saw and want her not,
Cause she lost her beauty and spark,
And not the lady who stole your heart!

In the final hours
under pale gray sky
she stands below the cross
among all those who shared her cry.

He had taken from her
demons to and fro disdain
leaving larger stones of love
turning them into jewels to ease the pain.

Now on that sacred Friday
as the sun set in the West
Her Master is now asleep
and so divinely rests.

Heart in sorrow in sighing chest
Mary Magdalene trembling so did keep
with heavy crying eyes
time slow did slumber creep.

On that third day
Her Master rose to reap
reborn as an eagle leaving the nest
the Master is no longer asleep!

Go, Mary! spread your tender voice
shout in joy love and how
He has risen we all rejoice
you a beloved disciple then and now...

Ok, so its 4:30am here and im just in from the pubs/clubs and felt like a little rhyme, they are all similar in the type of verse i use, im still not sure what its called, but this type of rhyming sure has a name..


Ode to me hero....

It must be hard,
being who you are,
with a world so welcoming,
yet you come from afar

Your more than a bird,
your more than a plane,
your more than a face,
whizzing past a train

You give people hope,
they sleep sound,
knowing your there,
knowing your around

Your all thats good,
all i hope to be,
it makes me look,
for special things inside of me.

your crimson cape,
flashes up high,
the crowd cheers,
and i start to sigh...

for the people reading,
they just dont see,
for i am you,
and you are me

this poen is about,
who i need to be,
not just a hero,
a man with a dream

I cannot bleed,
I cannot die,
I look at the world,
and again i sigh

i want to be human,
i want to be free,
its really not easy,
to be me....

They were living in a rundown place,some call it a labor shack
Two tiny bedrooms for seven kids, with a privy out the back;
Dad was a farmer's hand, but work was slow that year,
They were scrapin' ends to feed the kids, as Christmastime drew near.

There wouldn't be a Christmas tree, and gifts would be mighty few
A pair of socks for each kid,maybe a paper doll or two;
Couldn't afford a turkey dinner, so an old hen would have to do,
Perhaps a homemade apple cake to go along with the chicken stew.

Children went to a little country school, not too many miles away
That had been decorated with a Christmas tree to celebrate the holiday;
Strung with tinsel and paper chains with a gold tin foil star on top,
The youngest boy stared at that tree 'til it seemed his eyes would pop.

It was the last day of classes before the holiday
The little lad had hung around while his siblings went on their way;
He was still in the room and I wondered what was wrong,
"What happens to the Christmas tree, when everyone is gone?"

"I suppose we'll have to throw it out,I have one already at home
"No one'll be here over the holidays, so the tree will be here alone".
That little fellow got an idea as he gazed at the sparkling tree,
His next question nearly broke the heart of an old country teacher like me.

"Folks can't afford a tree this year,Do you think it will be all right
If I took it home so we can have a tree on Christmas night?
It seems an awful pretty tree to be left alone on Christmas Day,
I know it would make my family happy, if it could come to stay".

I fear a tear ran down my cheek when I heard that little elf
Ask for a tree to cheer his family, and ask naught for himself;
"That's a wonderful idea!"Smiling through my tears,let's load it in my car,
Then you and I can take it to your house, and you can you carry the star".

We lovingly placed that tree in my trunk, still decorated with silver foil
And drove it to that little shack, a few miles off blacktop oil;
His mother came to the front door when we pulled up to the drive,
If he had gotten into trouble, she'd skin that boy alive.

"I hope you don't mind, but could you do a favor for me?
School's out for the holidays, and don't know what do do about this tree;
Your son fears it will be lonely, and he offered it a place to stay,
"I'll understand if you say no, but I'd just hate to throw it away".

I could see her swallow her pride, when her boy handed her the star
Then a smile lit upon her face,as she helped take the tree from my car;
"It's so kind of you to offer,it'll sure help make this house a home,
And I agree that a Christmas tree, should never spend Christmas alone".