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Fly Me To The Moon
Fly me to the moon and I'll sing a lullabye,
we'll make our dreams come true, we'll soar high 'bove the sky.
With moondust in our hair and starlight in our eyes,
we'll wish the world away, hear no more plaintive cries.
Sail with me to Eire and we'll sing a bonnie tune,
we'll frolick on the shore, we'll run along the dunes.
No one there will harm us or cause us e're to fear,
we'll only see the good, shed only happy tears.
Run with me to Eden and we'll play amongst the trees,
we'll taste each juicy fruit, suck nectar with the bees.
We'll run with pure abandon and sleep with pleasant dreams,
we'll navigate the landscape, bathe in crystal streams.
Ride with me to Avalon on horseback in the rain,
we'll stop at every town, we'll race with every train.
With no one here to stop us we'll leave this awful place;
let us go in haste, leave this town without a trace.
Fly me to the moon and we'll never have to die,
the universe is ours, we'll sail through endless sky.
With a rainbow as our guide
Under the Willow Tree
Memories of my past continue to dim,
decades now lost in the mist.
They tell me I'm wed to a man named Jim,
I say they're mad, yet they insist!
My thoughts on this day take me back home,
to a time when life was brand new.
I can't recall the town that I'm from,
but I remember scenes from my youth.
My most vivid memory lives here,
just on the edge of my consciousness.
It's a place where I never felt fear,
when the world still seemed to make sense.
It's coming, it's coming! Yes I see!
The vision is clear as daylight!
I'm lying there under the willow tree,
full shade and out of the sunlight.
The river is as clear as crystal,
the smell of the air is so pure!
The willow's about twenty feet tall,
I really feel safe and secure.
Am I alone? Wait! No, someone's there!
A boy with a voice like a dove.
Is it with he that my life I will share?
Or a gift sent down from above?
The memory fades as the dinner bell rings,
a man named Jim brings my food.
Just who was that boy for whom my heart sings?
Motionless skies and meat-filled pies
oceans that are red with blood
trees without leaves and beds of lies
survivors of the global flood
Celestial light-bearing suns
spirits that sail through the void
Tartarus binds the misled ones
prospects for their future destroyed
Days of reckoning now nearing
yea, a dearth of goodness prevails
the endless abyss they are fearing
it hungers for the prey it jails
Heavenly and earthly delight
beauty and kindness to follow
endless bliss, forever in sight
promises certain, not hollow
Sweet Nectar of Life!I would scale the highest mountain
I would sail the stormy seas
I would walk through cactus gardens
crawl through brier on my knees
I would fly clear up to Heaven
I would dig through earth below
I would place my bet on seven
put on quite an evening show
I would search through every cave
I would climb the highest tree
I would jump and act so brave
everyone would root for me
I would wish to end all strife
I would pine for endless days
Suck the nectar of sweet life
Live forever in His ways
This poem is dedicated to the man I see on my way to work every day, standing in front of the Little Caesar's pizza shop, playing his faux guitar...
On the way to work I saw a funny little man,
guitar on his shoulder and a small pick in his hand.
He sang an indistict song as the cars passed him by,
I chuckled as I passed when I heard his soulful cry.
I thought about that man as I drove back home from work,
do some find him amusing, while others just a jerk?
His guitar had no strings and his pick's a piece of wood,
it made me sad to think this was the way he earned his food.
Just then I had a thought, an epiphany of sorts,
this man could be a clown, or a jester in king's court.
For who's to say what's right or to judge a man's career,
how he feeds his family or the values he hold's dear?
Now when I drive past that little pizza shop on main,
I see the funny man singing tunes out in the rain.
The man I used to ridicule I've grown now to respect,
to judge a man I do not know has made me
Ode to James T. Kirk
Caesar of the stars,
Horatio in space.
Spent some time on Mars,
raised in another place.
Dashing, brave and true,
you made us dream again.
An earth so ever new,
where everyone's a friend.
Yet danger lurked out where
no man had gone before.
Spock and Bones made quite a pair,
your friends forevermore.
In you we see ourselves,
explorers to the end.
In space our yearning dwells,
till then we'll just pretend.
On Bended KneeOn bended knee he knelt, and asked her for her hand.
She shed a little tear, together they would stand.
They'd build a life as one, he'd love her through the years.
She'd gladly bear his son, he'd help her with her fears.
The years went by so fast, gray hairs and weathered skin.
Yet still their love held fast, they stayed through thick and thin.
Children came and children went, now grand-babes on the way.
They couldn't wait to hold them, nor could they wait to play.
Then one cold winter night, he caught a fevered chill.
She doctored him with love, he took her little pills.
His fever never left, the days grew cold and hard.
She dreamt of days gone by, him working in the yard.
When it seemed that all was lost, and he was near the end,
she got on bended knee, knelt down beside her friend.
She looked up to the heavens, and prayed with all her might.
If only He would hear, then things would be alright.
As she looked into the night, the moon cast such a glow!
The stars were shining bright
Through an Angel's Eye
Some see the world through rose-colored glasses,
some see it only as bad.
Some see man split into one of three classes,
some see it only as sad.
They say that the eye to the soul is a window,
some feel such notions are lame.
Still others may prefer to focus on shadow,
some seek out fortune and fame.
To see the world softly through colors sublime,
requires a heart that is pure.
Yes, to see the world as an angelic rhyme,
the eye must be steady and sure.
Through the eyes of angels she captures our world,
the wonder of God in her lens.
By virtue of her work beauty is unfurled,
earning her many a friend.
Yours, my loveYou are the light that still shines on me
FOr you I will pine eternally
YoU were the one who did set me free
YouR love will always my comfort be
RoseS smell sweetest, my fragrant plea
SouL unto soul and heart unto heart
FoOlish is one who would tear this apart
EVery love has hardhips right from the start
Eternity's for those who choose ne'er to part
Keep this promiseDo me a favor; don’t forget the time that we spent
It won’t last forever; I’m sure that one day we’ll meet again
Because we’re truly not far apart, it might as well be the start
And I know it seems a bit rough, just remember to not lose your heart
Because I’ll keep my faith in you, as long as you stay true
And don’t lose your faith in me, your friends barely know me
So don’t you ever worry, because one day we’ll start our story
Filling the blanks that we left open, keeping us from feeling lonely
It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.
It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.
It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.
It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.
It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.
It will take your independence.
You will become used to its presence.
You will become addicted to its essence
And include it at the end of your every sentence.
It exists even in the hearts of its haters.
It is a taste even they will savour
And although its duration wavers.
There will never be a feeling that is greater.
Everything I have said and more.
I am merely repeating what you already know.
Cassandra-81C81 had a name once. It started with the letter A, she thought, or maybe it ended with an A. She didn’t know anymore; it was the first thing they took when she arrived at the Troy Institute. It had bothered her for the first few weeks, but the more she tried to remember, the more she seemed to forget. When she brought the issue up to the doctors, they repeated what they had been saying all along, that she could not be healed as who she was. To be whole again, she had to rid herself of her past identity and become a new person. They would give her a new name once she was ready.
She didn’t know how long it would take, or how long she have been there already. Somehow it didn’t matter, though. Once she had accepted the lost of her name, she became content with these white walls. Everyone eventually did.
The common room was quiet, the patients playing chess and making minor chatter. It made C81 feel safe. Indeed, it made her feel so safe, she had to wonder why she would ev
LoveWish upon a star,
Right above you.
Do you hear it
Speak to you?
Wishing might not
But love is the thing.
Our life is the seed
Of the rose.
We were meant to
Be together without
No dark secret.
Soul mates are the
Earth’s meaning to be
Alive this day.
And we are who we are
Because of it.
Rest your head upon my lap,
And I’ll whisper you a secret.
Life is too short to take
Life is war,
We have to fight to survive.
But these days you are
The only one that was
Meant for me.
You are the reason why
I’m still alive.
These tears of mine
Are not from pain.
But for love
That you have given
To me this day.
I'll Be ThereI'll be there for you,
No matter what.
When no one cares for you,
When no one loves you,
When no one wants you,
When no one has time,
When no one will save you,
When no one is left,
I'll be there.
You're never truly alone.
They will all leave you.
He will leave you.
Only I will always be there.
Week to Weak.Week to Weak.
Why is it the week days go so slow?
But yet the weekends are over in an instant.
I have gotten so used to being constantly on the go,
That every part of my life has become routinely consistent.
Whenever I have a time slot that is vacantly free,
I feel as if I should be developing or preparing for something else.
I always feel as if there is somewhere else that I was meant to be.
I never take full advantage of the short intervals I have to myself.
I’ve had enough of the early mornings and the constant yawning.
Dreaming of over sleeping and then opening my eyes all of a sudden.
Even the usual serene sounds of the birds chirping have become haunting.
Every morning I wake up to my annoying alarm and tap the snooze button.
I work, wait and anticipate for the week to end.
Making hopeful plans to catch up with some old friends.
And before you know it Monday has dawned once again.
I wish the weekends had more days imbedded in-between them.
I WonderI wonder if you think of me.
I wonder how you really see.
I don't see how you could care.
What you did just isn't fair.
You've given me so much pain.
I'm going even more insane.
I don't think I'll ever be okay.
I will think of you everyday.
Part of me prays for you.
I know it's so wrong to do,
But still I want you so bad.
You are the best thing I ever had.
You made me feel so much bliss.
I never will get over this.
Looking for some kind of cure.
Why can't it be back like before?
You said that we would together.
Friendship would last forever.
Without you I said I'd be dead.
At least that would be in your head.
Be the Sun in my SkyBe the sun in my sky,
Where song birds cry
Tears of joy down from heaven.
Be the wind through the trees,
That warm summer breeze
That dries the tears in my eyes.
Be the wings on my back,
A beacon of light
Shining hope into forever.
Be the beat of my heart,
Light when all is dark
Throwing shadows far from me.
Be the air in my lungs,
Help me to breathe,
I forget when you’re not with me.
Wrap your arms around me,
We will weather this storm.
Let the ocean crash around us.
Even though all we have is now,
Love can last forever.
We can’t back down now.
Be the sun in my sky,
Tell me you love me tonight
And I will hold on to you forever.
For the World is Hollow..."FOR THE WORLD IS HOLLOW, AND I HAVE TOUCHED THE SKY"
All of my life I have struggled;
reality vs. fantasy.
I have lived here in this bubble;
no one alive will listen to me.
They call me the 'ghoul-faced madman'.
If I could just get them all to see,
we're dwelling here in a tin can;
floating along through space endlessly.
"Lock him up! Throw away the key!
Yes, secure him behind bar and door.
Ignore the dreamer, let him be;
don't listen to his rants anymore!"
If only they'd just ask me why,
I'd tell them right straight to their face:
For the world is hollow, and I have touched the sky...
it's all a grand illusion; we're lab rats in this place!
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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