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She is a storm,
a pioneer
and a visionary.

Her eyes are
deep pools
of esoteric history.

They whisper
of tantalizing magic
secrets and mysteries.

Not mine,

Curled up in the corner of the dungeon, my head resting on the young dragons back, I can feel him breathing, peaceful and gentle.

And suddenly the air changed, charged with an energy, compelling and Strong.

The young dragon stired and rubbed his face softly against the Dungeon Master's hand.

Looking up into eye's that knew me, that smiled into mine, I happily placed my hand into his where it belongs.

See the world through brand new eyes.
This happens when you realize
That you have lived ‘til now a lie.
The thought that you were only “I”.

You live, my friend, in every thing.
You are the song the bird does sing,
The flower, and the drop of dew…
All share the thing that makes you You.

Forget the body with its aches,
For it’s the greatest of mistakes
To touch the skin and think it’s real,
Because its surface you can feel.

What’s truly real is what does last,
And lives now eternal, not in the past.
The part of you that’s true and whole?
This is what you call the soul.

A new beging to inlighten , It last only 120 years A tragety of the mind it soon becomes
To be constraind with blindness of thought
No way out
Now we see the planets
We see only a little but it is a begining
We are 1500 years behind
We are seeing faster and faster now
Our growth is beyond our ability to catch up Should be 1500 years ahead in thought and science
They search but the answers can not come to many, for there minds are intraped, Many types of the same restraint. Now
our attention is governed by our emotions
Quick thought decised as deep thought is what we crave
Books sit on Library shelves, the development of mind awaints
Our thought molds as we are adicted to short fullfilling thought
My sadness is emence, the mind of man astray

I woke today, just like yesterday, but with winters rain against my window pane, on this summers day, was wrong!, , no sunlight shadow crossed my bedroom there, no birdsong noone to care, and the light would dim, lie down and die, forsaken who? you or I? brave we stand, hand in hand, with those who care, are always there, and tomorrow will be, with or without you or me.

memories in rows of green beads
that align like racing steeds
settling upon cultivated ground
trodden under and worn
the past is found planted
in frayed strands of time
the tilled memories become
tiny blooms, Oh, so sublime
riders on bountiful excursions
seedsman in secret gardens
where memories grow
the planting of all that is
the landscape of our lives

© Jade Anjoun

Gather your wits about you …
What exactly does this mean?
To make sense of what you see
And the spaces in between.

You do never know as much
As the mind will make you think
And so for far more wisdom
From Spirit’s font do you now drink.

Feel not so bounded by your self
For bounded you are not.
The source of all you seek outside
Inside you have you got.

While man can see about as far
As the horizon there before him,
There are spirit guides who wait to help.
They never do ignore him.

You have this source of help right now.
It’s at your beck and call
Awaiting just to lift you up
If you should ever fall.

So gather, yes, your wits right now
And ask for guidance true
For you are linked eternally
With guides who work with you.

as i sit here on my bed
all these thoughts go round my head
many tears have i shed
now i sit i start to cry
over the night that you die
where you ill and did you lie
reliving things from the past
memory's that long will last
no more dark shadows can be cast
sad and alone here i sit
am running low and out of wit
really dont know anymore where i fit.

Love is the Answer
You cannot buy happiness, but you sure can rent it!
The prices of things have gone up way too much
I miss my dogs
We only go around this world once
The 70's were my favorite decade
A woman is a person who can give birth and produce milk
Nothing beats a good sundae
Time is all we really have
If you can't feed the baby, then don't have the baby
The 80's had the best music
Free music on the internet destroyed music
Life isn't fair
I miss Chris Farley
Shania Twain is very pretty
Pluto has a heart on it
You will be happy

Stay off the drugs
As best as you can
Eat well and exercise
If you can. and also
Be the best you can be
Till death do you part.
cause a moment later will be your last fart.