To Ride the Wind Dark strands of ebony-black hair wavered in the breeze, merely dancing shadows against the setting sun. Summer's thin black coat was giving way to autumn's warmer wear, and the strands of hair he so favored were growing longer in anticipation of winter's harsh scolding wind. Tuffs of fur that had taken him some time to regrow after the King had chosen to cut it thin, now sprouted with a new growth. Shining like coal, two beady eyes stare out upon the land, watching the eagles drift on invisible currents, the deer meandering through lush meadows of spring grasses, and mountain-fog curling its ivory fingers around the base of a far off village.More Like This
Childrens' laughter bounced off of the mountain face, from a stream far below where the villagers liked to come to cool off after a day's heavy work in the fields. Even now, as Mother Nature brough the harvest to full bloom and painted the valleys with all the colors of a rainbow, even now the
SnowA winterland of sparkling white,More Like This
glistens off the morning light.
Blankets of snow cover the ground.
Still coming down without a sound.
The trees are white and the leaves are too.
Oh what a sight for so very few.
The children are happy as they awake from their beds.
Thoughts of snowball fights race through their heads.
They scurry to the door and put on their shoes.
"Where to go first, it's so hard to choose."
Out the front door and into the yard.
Trudging through the snow is sort of hard.
Snow went flying and the fight was done.
The kids were tired and they had their fun.
They all went to bed and snugged in tight,
and the snow was gone in the morning light.
InnocenceInnocence is running around in a diaper and t-shirt.More Like This
Dressing up in big glasses and an over-sized skirt.
Innocence takes naps in the middle of the day,
and repeats anything and everything that anyone might say.
Innocence throws tantrums for no apparent reason,
because they don't like the game or it's not their favorite season.
Innocence is always making some kind of mess.
Whether it's dirtying up jeans or spilling something on their dress.
Innocence is a gift that comes from up above,
full of cheer, happiness, intelligence and love.
The Idea Behind the ChangeIf.More Like This
Every speech of yours wasn't a contradiction
Beliefs were based on fact instead of influence
Lines were never questioned and people were not hurt
This "stupid" feeling wasn't so awesome, man
Everyone believed in others with their hearts
Everyone talks too much if you let them
Religion isn't an idea, it's a lifestyle
Fault only exists when you are blamed
Love would prefer to mess with you
We can only really believe in ourselves
You have no choice: listen
You need something to believe in
Don't feel bad if someone understands
If you would prefer, stop loving
Trust only comes from time
Give thanks for that lecture you hated
Go to church to make friends, that's all
Forgive and forget is the golden rule
Do whatever it is will make you happiest
Let someone hurt you for a little while
Because it's good for you.
StuckStuck between a blood sucker and a dog.More Like This
Sitting there stumped like a bump on a log.
Being pulled this way and that way.
Wanting to go there but also wanting to stay.
No matter what happens someone will be hurt.
You want to be in love but you also want to flirt.
You get hurt and feel like nothing could ever mend.
Telling yourself you don't need him was all just pretend.
Stuck between two loves or so you may have thought.
One was stronger and it was what you sought.
Your life turned out happy and now you are free.
For you and your true love Edward were truly meant to be.
I Don't MindI don't mind saying I love you 10 times in a row.More Like This
I don't mind when saying goodnight is really really slow.
I don't mind when you fall asleep laying in your bed.
I don't mind when crazy dreams run through your little head.
I don't mind when you snore while you're dreaming in the night.
I don't mind to talk when one gives you a little fright.
I don't mind when you always ask to sleep with the phone to your ear.
I don't mind that when I talk to you, you don't always hear.
I don't mind when you forget to say your part.
I don't mind because I know you have me in your heart.
I don't mind because I love you in every little way.
I don't mind that the love grows stronger each and every day.
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Ugh, another day wasted away.
Axel walked down the empty alley way after work. His head down he made his way back home. It had been hard for him to move on since Rexzens death, it had simply made him cold and unmotivated. Axel sighed whiled pondering about his dead lover. He looked up hearing a soft brushing noise and glanced around.
Hello, whosever there dont bother, I dont have anything worth taking.
A soft shaking noise occurred which peeked Axels curiosity; he searched for the noise and found a boy who looked like a younger Rexzen. Stumbling back he gasped.
Rexzen ? Y-Youre dead I saw you
The boy looked up and frowned slightly, My names Roxas.
Axel shook his head trying to knock the sense back into himself and kept walking. He looked just like Rexzen, its weird. He adjusted his coat and looked over his shoulder to the blonde haired kid who was watching him walk away.
For the ChildrenThis is our world that thirsts for bloodMore Like This
Raising our children to hunt their own
Bloodraine down on earth
And we have no where to call home...
See with your own blindness
The hopelessness we planted here
Weeds of fury raging out of control
Swords of hate piercing the hearts of truth.
We commit genocide to fulfill our own selfish deisres
Destroying generations of healing rain
Hope for the future extinguished in the eyes of the very young
When will we learn to breathe, to break free of our own binds?
Millions of tiny beating hearts
The hope of our future!
How will we save these precious little ones
If we can't learn to love the life we already have?
SpiritsThunder rumbled and quakedMore Like This
As the spirits of a nation forgotten
Rose from their graves
Hearts beating across a thousand endless souls
Cries echoing of ghosts we murdered
Standing, walking, riding, marching
Protecting generations from future genocide
And we too afraid, too intelligent to do more than stare
Oh, what we should have done in the beginning!
There never should have been
Never should have spilled the blood
There never should have been
</b>The trail of tears.
Ride with me, children of our age
Listen to the eagle cry in the blood-ripened sun
Hear the bone-crackling howl of the lone wolf
Feel Sky's Fire coursing through your veigns
Breathe in the scent of peace and victory washing over you
And know that you do not ride alone
Ride with the courage and spirit of your ancestors.