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I dare to wake stumbling through heavens gate,
beauty abounds and noone knows,
cept me, I see, creations gift, this picture born,
imaginaton scorn, but tis the beauty of life,

Tis nothing new, for those fortunate few, who live
this way....everyday, nature cannot unfold if left
untold, let us be, let us see, let us know and
then we grow,

Moonlight falling majestically plays with my heart
creating smells of life, water silent in it's grandeur
holding my soul, making me real, the way to be, tis
my destiny,

And now I know what makes this so, not words, not
feelings, not love, not signs from above, just to
know who you are, to know that creation began with you,
and all that is will always be born from you....that's
what's true!

I laid down in my bed
My head hurt
My vision blurry
No one to hear my story
I fell asleep for two days
Woke up in a haze
was it a dream
Or my reality
No more sunshine
Dark clouds
Linger above my head
I could t seem to fit
Into this world
I couldn’t sing and dance
The laughter stuck in my throat
No more tears
Nothing left but fear
This isn’t a dream
This is my reality

Falling down into a ..... hole of depression. I am sinking further down without no helping hand to guide me. Feeling lower than the dirt on the bottom of your shoes. That you just pick off,throw away. For if I just did not exist I think that would make it easier and make. you happier for you. You will be glad if I just disappeared as everything I do it's not good enough. For if you feel that way why do. you want me to stay. If only want me just to be verbally abused by you. To treat bad I wish I was dead! Do you wish the same ? Maybe you have a worst faith for me? Do you even still love me? Do we just exist together or do you love me? This question I will never know the answer to. Garbage waiting to be thrown away is how I feel each and every day. Does anyone else feel this way?

in this jungle of terrestrial life
tangled amongst the density
roaming under a silent stealth
passion waits with rapt intensity

covered softly in words of honey
attracting the ones unpledged
like stones falling into puddles
ripples fanning out full-fledged

time meanders through days
climaxing into months and years
subdued in the jungle of our lives’
effacing all the tears and fears

pending the sunlight of clearing
traversing through ordered chaos
searching through the emotions
among the ecstasy of the pathos

the jungle is captivating and bold
enduring the solemn reassuring
succumbing to the sweetness
strong and so deeply alluring

© Jade Anjoun

Be afraid, be very afraid (The Fly 1986)
I want to go back(Cube Zero)
I just can't take no pleasure in killing(Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1974)
You want to know what happens to an eye ball when it gets punctured(Hitcher)
Whatever you do, don't fall asleep(Nightmare on Elm Street)
You're doomed, you're all doomed(Friday the 13th)
It's Halloween, everyone's entitled to one good scare(Halloween 1978)
What an excellent day for an exorcism(the Exorcist 1973)
I am eternal, I am the eater of worlds and children(IT 1990)
Hi, I'm Chucky, wanna play?(Child's Play 1988)
We have such sights to show you(Hellraiser 1987)
Join us!(Evil Dead 1981)
Sometimes dead is better(Pet Sematary 1989)

Seldom since the morning glory
Glistened in the sunny glow
When dew has largely turned
To frost the first we such know

The season come the season go
There’s little time left this year
Days grow short nights grow long
Once thing stands up so clear

Snow flurries fall on days so grey
Which covers evenly on the ground
Leaves have fallen and limbs left bare
Only the wind makes some sound

Here we’ve arrived and here we go
The end of autumn and start of winter
The stacks of wood piled so neatly
The kindling all chopped to splinter

Love is a sweet old decade
passionfruit on the vine
flowers on a corner
made by grand design

Love it tastes like chocolate
French vanilla cream
a sparkling glass of vino
long days seem so serene

But love it has a season
and when its day is through
remember it for the good times
and look for love anew

Splashes of red engulfed the now quiet meadow
Tranquil to a fault, reflective battle in regret, conceded
As the poppies held their heads up high, swaying
Looking over the cascading cliffs at the stormy sea
And as the soldiers wistfully remember, today was the day
That the fallen gave their lives, memories of the pain
The bloodshed, the wounds, the gunshots and the dead
When death himself carried away those souls that had fought
Valiantly in the front line, memories which fled their very grasp
Of ghosted fingertips, lost in their fight, when the survivors won
Their right to stay on this day of rememberance Sunday
We mourn the loss of those that once lived, to give
Freedom, peace, and all that happened from before

A day of reckoning, with warring forces that thought
That it would not ever be stopped or won
When the dead of that era, and the living are here now
And the world remembers them, the wars they pledged
Their lives to their country, to do the duty that required
Strength, luck, digilence and instinctive skills
To survive another day, a piece in the chessboard,
Pawns that swept across the same old black and white
Pieces used that travelled across the world with all their might
To ensure that the wars were won and that no other war
That could take its place, indeed, when all was said and done

Those poppies have a lot to say in so very little words
They stand for the voices of the forgotten, when all was left Unsaid, those that gave their lives for us today
When the world, the tears that had been shed
...

We have no need for reminders what the wars were about
But to this day, we remember them, as the sombre words say all
Within the realities of today as traditions and legacies live on

My dad was in the Navy
He went to Italy and Iceland
He served from 1954 to 1958
He didn't like Iceland because it was so dark part of the year
He regretted not staying in
Especially when his company cancelled his retirement pension in 1981
At the time he made his decision he was making good money
Better than he got paid in the Navy
How was he supposed to know the unions would get creamed
He is not alone
Sadly, many veterans don't get the support they should have
I hope that could change
Maybe next year
We will elect a president who really cares about these people
As much as they care about all of us