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In the realm of twilight's veil, where darkness reigns supreme
A tale unfolds, of ancient pain, a war that can't redeem.
Elves, pure and fair, verses drow, twisted and cruel,
Bound by hatred's chains, forever locked in duel.

Eternal strife, shadows collide,
The ageless battle will forever ride.
Bitter scars carve their mark tonight,
As the children suffer, trapped in this fight.

Moonlit glades bear witness to the sorrow and despair,
As silver tears fall softly, sacred melodies in the air.
Elven kin, armored bright, resist the Drow's deceit,
But the treacherous Drow's, nocturnal whispers cruelly meet.

Eternal strife, shadows collide,
The ageless battle will forever ride.
Bitter scars carve their mark tonight,
As the children suffer, trapped in this fight.

Blood-soaked ground, echoes of history haunt,
A never-ending cycle, destiny's relentless taunt.
Will the future break free, or forever stay the same?
Only time will tell, as tears merge with the rain.

Elven children, innocent souls caught in the crossfire,
Their laughter fading, replaced by fear, as the world conspires.
But a glimmer of hope still pierces through the night,
As valiant heroes rise, fueled by compassion's light.

Eternal strife, shadows collide,
The ageless battle will forever ride.
Bitter scars carve their mark tonight,
As the children suffer, trapped in this fight.

So let us stand together, united, unafraid,
Break the chains of hatred, a new path to be made.
For the children we fight, their future in our hands,
In this bitter war, may peace and love once again expand.

Eternal Strife, Endless Shadows the echoes of a timeless war,
A haunting melody that has scarred us forevermore.

In quiet of the night, my love, you softly doze,
Your head upon my shoulder, in peaceful repose.
As you breathe so gently, my simple joy is redefined
Our heartbeats together, my love, our bodies intertwined.

Sleep in my embrace, my dear
let every worry fade and disappear.
I find my sweetest ease dear, with your arm across my chest,
Sleeping in your embrace, my dear, I feel my soul refresh

moonbeams gently dance my love upon your skin,
I softly stroke your back, a touch so tender within.
In this moment, you're an angel, in peaceful slumber
As I hold you close, your dreams, my love, I'll always remember.

Sleep in my embrace, my dear
let every worry fade and disappear.
I find my sweetest ease dear, with your arm across my chest,
Sleeping in your embrace, my dear, I feel my soul refresh

In this quiet sanctuary, my love peaceful and sublime,
love's silent voice echoes on, as we drift on through time.
Forever in this moment, forever in your arms,
we'll dream together here my love, far from all the world's alarms.

Sleep in my embrace, my dear
let every worry fade and disappear.
I find my sweetest ease dear, with your arm across my chest,
Sleeping in your embrace, my dear, I feel my soul refresh

As morning light awakes, my love. our dreams gently shift,
But have no fear the love we share, will always uplift.
Here laid in each others arms, our hearts forever reside,
Sleeping in your embrace, my love, forever by your side.

The veil uncertainty, covers mist-shrouded road of time
Two souls entwined, united in a common rhyme
With hopeful hearts they venture forth, treading paths unknown
Seeking solace and a destination they dream to own

Shadows and echoes chase their every stride
Their souls intertwined, on this journey side by side
Through the daunting obstacles they boldly push through
Feeling the weight of the world, yet pressing on they do

Whispered secrets of the past, they reminisce and recall
Beneath the moon's gentle glow, memories enchant and enthrall
Yet future beckons, a destination yet unseized
In search of everlasting peace, their hearts do plead

The road is long, and trials abound
But they walk hand in hand, steadfast, unbound
Through treacherous valleys and mountains high
They stumble, yet always together they rise

In this tapestry of life, they harmonize their hopes
Trading whispers of encouragement, helping each other cope
As the stars flicker above, casting celestial light
They feel a resonance, a bond that's pure and right

Time will test their fortitude, so it seems
But with steadfast hearts, they pursue their dreams
In the shadows they persist, their spirits will not yield
Together they travel, longing for the same revealed

You see, or you don't see me.

I am there, not sad, not happy.

You read, or do not read me.

Love is there, not coming and not going.

You love or do not love me, love is there, no increase or decrease.

You follow, or do not follow me.

My hand is in your hand, not to be abandoned.

Come into my arms, or, let me live in your heart.

Love each other in silence, like in silence.

Can I just hug the world please?

Some days the world hands you a slice of magic, and if nothing else comes from that it's okay.

To be able to hold onto that for a moment is worth it.

NOW THIS IS THE TALE OF YOUNG FREDDIE BLOOR.
WHOSE s*xual PARTS GOT JAMMED IN A DOOR.
BY THE TIME THEY HAD FREED HIM, HE DIN'T FEEL WELL,
FOR HIS POOR PRIVATE PARTS WE'RE ALL MANGLED TO HELL.

THEY RUSHED HIM TO HOSPITAL, THE AMBULANCE FLEW.
BY THE TIME THEY HAD GOT THERE, THERE WAS NOTHING THEY COULD DO.
POOR OLD FRED WITHOUT ANY CHOICE,
LEADS A LIFE OF NO SEX AND HAS A HIGH SQUEAKY VOICE.

BUT LUCKY FOR FRED, SO HE WOULDN'T FEEL A FOOL,
SOME BRIGHT SPARK INVENTED A BIONIC TOOL.
A BRIGHT NEW SHINY ONE, MADE OUT OF BRASS,
THOUGH THE BATTERIES WOULD HAVE TO BE KEPT UP HIS ARSE.

SO NEWLY EQUIPPED AND AFTER A REST,
FRED THOUGHT HE'D PUT HIS NEW TOOL TO THE TEST.
FINDING A WOMAN, THE NEAREST ONE HANDY,
HE PLIED HER WITH DRINK AND MADE HER FEEL RANDY.

SHE UNDID HIS ZIP AND PUT HER HAND ON HIS C**K,
BUT WHEN SHE WAS DOWN THERE, SHE HAD A BIG SHOCK!
"THAT'S MY BIONIC CHOPPER." FRED SAID. "AIN'T IT A BIG ONE?
COR BLIMEY SHE SAID. "I THOUGHT IT WAS A GUN!

SO F*****G AWAY FRED TURNED TO FULL BLAST.
HE DID NOT KNOW HID C**K WOULD NOT LAST.
WITH A "BANG!" FRED'S LEFT BOLLOCK SHOT INTO THE AIR,
THEY COULD NOT FIND THE OTHER NO BLOODY WHERE.

SO BACK TO THE HOSPITAL TO SEE WHAT THEY COULD DO.
"WE HAVE A SPARE ONE, THAT'S LUCKY FOR YOU".
SO ONCE MORE EQUIPPED AND AFTER A READ,
FRED CONNECTED HIS TOOL TO A PLUG AND A MAINS LEAD.

GOOD OLD FRED, NOW HE DON'T HAVE TO TRY,
FOR NOW HE'S AC/DC AND CAN GO WITH A GUY.

THE END.

Don’t wana disconnect,
Never end this call.
You dialled up my heart’s number,
Made it beat like a dance hall,
I try to play it oh so cool
but I’m your devoted-fool
Emotions high
I just fly
everytime I’m talkin’
on the telephone with you.

In so very little time,
I’m surprised to find
You’re the first and last thing
on my mind
Wonderin’ if what you see in me,
is the same I see in you.
I can’t believe its happening
Is it really true?

Don’t wana disconnect,
Please dont end the call.
You dialled up my heart’s number,
Hit it like a cannon-ball,
I try to play it oh so cool
but I’m your devoted-fool
Emotions high
I just fly
everytime I’m talkin’
on the telephone with you.

Your eyes know that I have waited so long, as I have waited for summer for a bird, and slept like the sleep of a migrant.

_In my room looking at the ceiling...
_No willing to be cured. such a bad feeling...
_And the dreams in the tears are sailing...
_I miss something may complete my life's meaning...
_The sadness fill my heart completely...
_Maybe i'm not sad. Maybe i'm the sadness personally...
_What's wrong with me. I was wandring there happy like a bee...
_unfortunately, no body could listen or see...
_So, i write, and those words are the bandage...
_Of my heart when it was damaged...
_In that life i'm a tourist. They are my baggage...
_My source of hope and courage...

"The beginning of a novel is a time of
awful when you're dealing with a lot
of dead pieces and you have to wait and wait for
some sort of animation" ~Iris Murdoch

Poet,
The blank page
is terror.
The blank
screen is too.
How do I dare
to impose
my prejudices upon it?
~
How do I dare
to assume that
what I have to say matters to anyone--even me?
~

It's that mysterious
leap that distinguishes
the dreamer from the doer.
I myself always trick myself into starting.
"No one will ever read this," I say.
"Moreover, no one will understand it."
Sometimes I make as many
as a dozen starts.
Later I realize they
were all different ways of
sneaking up on the same material.

~

I was stalking my poem
from many different angles
--but I don't see that until
I am well and truly launched.


"The last thing we decide
about a poem is what to put first"
This has always been my experience.
If only I could relax and remember
that this game of hide
and seek with my poem
is the only way I know of refinding
the playfulness that making up requires.

(pause)


Candlelight
flickering
beautifully
this morning, dancing
on the walls
like thoughts
dancing
beautifully
inside
a poet's mind.

Yes, sweet poet, we must
let go. We must
take leave, pass on.

Words
are our way
of polishing
the rough stone surface
of existence.

Words
are our way
of pounding nails
into walls,
and mounting
our pictures
in the hallways.

~

Regardless
of our efforts regardless
of our thoughts, and our prayers, and our ideas existence
does
exactly
as it pleases.

and we are here
to please it.

Act only in ways
that will please existence.

Act only
in ways
that will move existence forward.



like tumblers
falls
behind the wall
of a safe,
our words
turn
the keys
to the puzzle the keys
that swing open
the doors the keys
that will keep
the image
safe,
and release it, too, into the winds of eternity where it belongs /
where we
eventually
will travel.

~

We
are the ones
who weren't intended
to be here

We
are the ones
who were intended
to be gone



We
are the ones
you see starving
at dawn.

We
are the ones
who are lonely, and alone.

We
are the ones
who drink coffee
at coffee shops
at the edge of the universe
while peering
at the abyss



Dance
with us
only
if you dare.

Close
your eyes
and help us seduce
the night

We are safe
in the city

We are safe
in ourselves

We are safe
in the workshop
of our talent

~

Aspire
to greatness
by doing
what must
be done
and leaving the rest
for the universe
to take care of.

~

I better close.

I will write again soon.

SAS

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