Pot Luck?

She puts down the plate now,

We stare in delight:

"Just what is it actually

That we'll be having tonight?"

Now this looks like something

Pa & I have never seen

Sopping wet and quivering

Suddenly turning green.

The scary fact of leftovers

That it is something left behind

Especially when it grows eyes

And it's teeth start to grind!

Pa stabbed at it and killed it!

My what a sight!

We ate it! Boy, was it good...

I wonder what we'll be having tomorrow night!

AVREA

She came to me out of love
She was my companion
My Guide

Her hair of flowing brown
And eyes bluer than the bluest skies
My Love

Avrea, they wanted you back
In the rain we walked
As you sprouted wings

You were in my arms when they took you
With the supreme chorus of Angels
Calling your name

Avrea

You became as bright as light
As the waves began to rise
Passing over you and I

They took you at that very moment
And I tried my best to hold on
But as the waves receded into light

You were gone.

Ich Verstehe Nicht

Ich verstehe nicht, warum Sie mich so rücksichtslos behandeln
Ich tat nie alles, Sie zu verletzen!
Ich würde ein guter Freund gewesen sein
Ich bin wieder verlassen worden
Ich verstehe nicht....

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Past - Goodbye
Now - Hello
Don't look behind
That's where the devils lurk

Give me a smile
Give me a thrill
Wow! Why did I ever give up?
Now - Hello

I laugh at my past
For what I never knew
And the mistakes I made
Past - Goodbye

The demons that wait in the past
Are there to cause pain and regret
And I use to let them hurt me
No More!

Leave your demons behind
Look forward and be strong
Past - Goodbye
Now - Hello

Of Love And War

May I never forget the battle,
The war I fought on the field.
Through the death and destruction
Memories shattered on the ground.

The mud and sweat cover me whole
For trying so hard to survive.
I survived although I wished many times
To become the mixture of mire and blood on the wasteland

I trudge on wearily
As the bombs fall around me
But I am unaware of their sound.
I have adapted to the violence of man.

Don't worry, though, it's going to be alright
It's just I cannot feel anymore.
Sympathy for myself is the only emotion I feel,
But how far does it get a person, really?

Certainly not out of this prison called a home,
And not out of this trench I call life,
And not out of the death called a heart-beat,
The war still goes on.

December 16, 1986

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What great lands these hands have built!
What wondrous stories life has to share!
What attainable goals can be reached!
Boundless and never ending within ourselves!

How we blend and are one!
Co-existence in the fourth dimension!
Knowing ourselves; understanding others!
Unimaginable gifts waiting for us!

All we create and manipulate for our own purpose
Not to fall victim to - but to co-exist with
Is it possible that each thing in this world whether living or inatimate has a story
And either we are paying attention or we are deaf to all Natures and Gods

Woo-hoo!

I've been developing one blog so much that I've neglected the other aspects of my personality...So without further adieu, I will commence the frivolities of this wonderful life of mine! Perhaps we all can learn a few things.