Upon Your Birthday: Foolish DreamerUpon Your BirthdayMore Like This
Oh, my old soul
never made it to Neverland,
but I hope yours did, my dear.
I hope you'll never stop
dreaming your foolish dreams,
like I have, my darlin'.
Oh, you dreamer!
You starry-eyed philosopher!
I hope you never forget
skipping stones on the other side of the river
to brighten sad days, my friend.
Oh, your soul still has life!
Let my last foolish dream
be to carry it to Neverland, my dreamer.
And for you to have a happy birthday,
you foolish, foolish dreamer.
Mixed Messages"I guess the problem always wasMore Like This
that you kissed me at such a perfect moment
that you would have been a fool not to."
ShareShare my Breath with your Smile,More Like This
Share my Dreams with your Light,
Share my Dark with your Beauty,
Share my Dance with your Fire,
Share my Scream with your Silence,
Share my Pain with your Flesh,
Share my Love with your Eyes.
WHISPER- I'LL NEVER FORGET YOUSeveral years ago a young woman, impressed with my poetry gifted a site to me.It was like a dream come true. My mother was of Welsh descent and my benefactor was from Wales and 100% Welsh. I could see my mother smiling, in my mind. Little did I know that Emma was terminally ill and this was one of her last acts of kindness. Young, intelligent and beautiful; the world suffered a huge loss. The site was supposed to be kept going, however, the owner never returned my calls and it disappeared. Watching it grow very quickly in a short amount of time, it couldn't die, I had to do something.I'd never built a site on my own, links, setups, files,music contributors; this was scary and exciting. FOUR AND A HALF VISITS LATER; I'M STILL THANKING EMMA. THIS YEAR IS ESPECIALLY HARD FOR ME, I HAD A PERSONAL LOSS. I CAN'T GREET THE NEW YEAR WITHOUT THINKING OF EMMA AND RAVEN. SPECTACULAR WOMEN WHO WERE GONE TOO SOON.More Like This
TO YOU EMMA~
"FOR GOOD", FROM THE MUSIC
Sunday morning visitI moved to this city five years agoMore Like This
Played it by ear, and went with the flow
The night of this city became lover and foe
With time you’ll learn when to stay or to go
Sunday morning, I was sweeping my floor
Heard the bell ring and saw you at the door
Said you didn’t want to miss me anymore
So you snuck out this morning at quarter past four
Turn round the corner, take the last train home
Take an umbrella and don’t forget your phone
Hurry, my sister, this ain’t a place for you
This city will lie and you’ll believe it’s true
Time might’ve passed but you remember your dreams
Carved into bark and stitched into seams
Now passion and memories lie broken and dead
And you wanted to know, did I, too, forget
Took the trail leading down near the river
To the station in the neighbouring town
The tree we used to climb has withered
And they took the tire swing down
You sit at the table with a cup of tea
Say you expected no different from me
So many things moth
WHATEVERWHATEVERMore Like This
I can love you or just buy you,
Whatever; I'll Love You.
You can love me or reject me,
You can feel me or just trick me,
You can hug me or seduce me,
You can heal me or just leave me,
You can save me or forget me,
I Will Love You Even If...
I Will Love You Forever, Whatever.
Monster in the BasementThe being under the basement cries at nightMore Like This
calling out for one simple friend that it cannot have
family above ignores what it cannot see
except the little boy who hears the screams in dark hours.
Solitary hours after dusk, before dawn
child of man travels down to see the beast that wept
bringing offerings of peace, words of comfort
friendship built on mutual loneliness was molded.
Talks late at night, stars overhead burning light
exciting tales of adventures to be had
but thoughts were simply just thoughts, never to happen together
and tales in the dark were simply that, tales.
Yet the child didn’t know the importance of secrets
family was anything but kind for the monster friend.
Monsters that were unlike the people of normalcy
are unwelcome to the family of the child of man.
Horror couldn’t get away fast enough
family strung him up and though he screamed
family didn’t care for the pain of a monster
who couldn’t feel any pain either way.
Monster lost his child
Being a Christian Manga-ka?Lets face it folks...the topic of Christianity is so unheard of in manga. There are very few "mangas" that solely base there theme towards Christianity. If so, many people believe that it is SO not a manga...just a comic book advertising the Christsian faith just to get you to follow thier religion. I know they're trying to do a good deed and trying to spread God's Word to those who love manga. The cold hard truth though: they're not very good.>__More Like This