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What the Gods Are.What The Gods Are.
We are the Oceans, We are the Seas
We are the Music, We are the Breeze.
We are the Spirit, We are the Way
We are the Night, We are the Day.
We are Lust and We are Love,
We are the Rain that falls from above.
We are the Laughs, We are the Groans,
We are your Comfort when you feel alone.
We're Beauty, We're Charm, We're Youthfulness too,
We are the Birch, the Willow, the Yew.
We're the Heavens above and the Earth below,
We are the Truth and the Lies you sow.
We are the Smiles, and We are the Strife,
We are Death and We are Life.
We're Sex, We're Tears, We're Alcohol too,
We are your Friendships both old and new.
We are the moon and We are the Sun,
We are the Sadness and We are the Fun.
We are the Healing and We are the Pain,
We are the Good and We are the Bane.
We are the Hunt and We are the Breath,
We're North, We're East, We're South and We're West.
We are the Curses and We are the Blessings,
We are your Energy and with you when Resting.
We are Time, Space and Every
Short Random PoemWould you hold me till the morning light?
Making sure that Im alright.
Would you dry away my tears
And scare away all my fears?
Psychic WarsWe were all psychic once, we all had the Gift. Our world was utopian, with telepathy our people were kept in balance. Hate and love never got the best of us. Then as technology progressed one by one the people turned from the gods and lost their gift.
With the loss of their Gift, many people became violent, killing without remorse for their actions. Within time those with out the gift became jealous of those of us that still had it. This jealousy engendered spite, which became lies, and then fear. The remaining telepaths became the source of ridicule and hate.
When the Gift-less became leaders of our world, they made laws against us, massacring us and starting a civil war, those with telepathy against those without.
However we were not without help, as they had progressed so had we. With time our powers grew, we could invade minds if we needed to, we had gained the power to mirror empathy and had gained minor precognition. A few of us had even gained the ability to move objects with ou
Prayer to AnubisAnubis, my saviour, my protector, my guide.
Protect me from those who would wish me harm.
Fiercely guard those that I love.
Watch over me day and night.
And when I pass from this world judge me fairley
TrigulWe were silent, for he was here.
The dark lord of filth and carnage.
Millions were dead in his name.
Our people were martyred by him.
He still roams in that white palace.
Possible storyHe looked as though he was in his late thirties, but his eyes knew no age. That deep azure looked through Kazukis youth and pierced his soul. Kazuki felt his heart flutter in his chest and for a moment he was breathless. The man smiled warmly, stood from his stool, walked through the crowd, and sat in the seat next to Kazuki. Onamae wa nan desu ka? he asked. His voice was as sexy as his eyes and for a moment Kazuki was dazed, but he snapped out of it to answer the mans question. Sera, Kazuki demo eigo wa hanasemasu ka? The man nodded and said smiling, Of course I speak English, it is necessary for my work. By the way my name is Tsuyoshi Tanaka. It struck Kazuki as slightly weird that this man shared his fathers name, but maybe it was the sign from the gods that he had prayed for. Forgive me if Im wrong but your Japanese right? Kazuki nodded. Youre from America though right?
Young JanuaryI saw her at the local supermarket
She could have been no older than ten
She was buying some refreshing beverages
To quench the thirst of herself and her friends
On this summers day they had waited outside
Lacking patience they were shouting her name
‘January, hurry up we have to go home!’
From the shop young January soon came
Rushing past me at the speed of her childhood
My lonely heart skipped a beat or two
Either from her soft brown hair that touched my arm
Or the smile she gave as she passed through
Did I hurry through my shopping on purpose
In order to catch young January up?
Fumbling my loose change as I left the store
The cashier complained I’d given her too much
I feel everyone’s eyes boring in to me
So away from the store I swiftly fled
Knowing fine well that I should just return home
But something made me follow the girl instead
Pretending to read the receipt in my hand
I watched closely in the corner of my eye
Which way would young January be walking
31. FlowerYou, my love, are like a flower:
Delicate petals in heavy gale
Facing shower after shower
Of icy rain, snow and hail.
Delicate petals in heavy gale
Caught in winter's deadly cling
Of icy rain, snow and hail
Still you'll bloom in spring again.
Caught in winter's deadly cling
Facing shower after shower
Still you'll bloom in spring again:
You, my love, are like a flower.
LegacyIt is always the damn same song.
Always are the wrong people strong.
Why do they think that your way is wrong?
You’re asking yourself what is left when you’re gone.
Your whole world starts to spin.
Their skin and nerves are very thin.
Want to use you like a soldier made of tin.
When you know the only thing you can do is win.
Want to sort out because you differ.
If you don’t do as they say, they’ll get stricter.
They don’t want to see you as the victor.
The only thing left will be a picture.
When everything you see and hear is a conspiracy.
And everyone thinks that you are crazy.
You are unique, only once in this galaxy.
The words you say and things you do are your legacy.
The Cold, Hard TruthThere are no happy endings,
the fairy tales all lied.
Cinderella is still a slave,
Snow White, the Beast, and the Mermaid died.
Sleeping Beauty never woke,
Because Philip never kissed her,
Alice didn't find Wonderland,
the Rabbit must have missed her.
Peter's still in Neverland
with the Lost Boys, growing older.
The Snow Queen's heart didn't thaw,
the world keeps getting colder.
Rapunzel is still in her tower,
her long blonde hair gone gray.
The captive princess has lost hope,
there was no prince to save the day.
Falling StarsTwinkle, twinkle, the stars fall down
Down into the ocean, where we shall drown
Over and over until we awake
In a place, where we will break.
Your tears are the stars and your smile the sun
There is no happiness, for sorrow has begun.
Run, run, child! Run away now!
Please do not do this! Please do not allow —
Bang! Bang! The gun goes off.
So, child, let those stars takeoff.
OldOne learns in life that there's nothing to be learned.
That once you won everything there is nothing to be earned.
That all your lessons in life were unconcerned.
Memories and pictures in the attic must now be burned.
One thinks that there is nothing to think about.
Because the things they think are now allowed.
Because they are stuck when they want to be unbound.
When they want to lift themselves off the ground.
You'd never thought your young heart could grow old
And when the unspoken truth is being told,
You're labeling them as bold, heartless or cold.
You're scared of death. After all it's foretold.
My Spyro AnthologyA Spyro Tanka
Caring and faithful
Yet relentless and mighty
Destined for greatness
A Cynder Tanka
Gifted black dragon
Turned away from the dark side
Our hero's lover
Though swift, lethal and fearful
She hates her bad self
A Dragonkind Haiku
Civilized and meaningful
Home to all of them
A Spyro and Cynder Acrostic
Special and so
You never know what he can do with his
Of fire, electricity, earth, and ice
Along with a former
Nemesis from the
Nightmare to our hero's
Dear with so much to
Endure as she
Rages with wind, poison, fear, and shadow
A Malefor Acrostic
Means to bring
A dark age
Leaving us for dead
Evil spirits living
Forever in a world
Of empty space
Ruled by a corrupt
Spyro's Dark Destruction
He was cute and sweet when you first knew him
Now that he has grown
His strength is unknown
On his enemies with huge obsessions
The fire he breathes is filled with aggressio
HappinessHey you! (What huh?)
Yes you! (Oh no)
Yay you! (Uhh..)
Bless you! (Just go..)
Turn that silly frown around
And think of the things that you love.
You're walking the line with your eyes cast down.
So I got a little something for you, kind of..
Dream the dream which makes you sweet and strong.
Free your mind from worries and hate.
You'll have that feeling you wanted all along,
Even without a soul mate.
You don't need someone to love you,
As long as you love yourself.
Most of the people have no clue,
That happiness works that way as well.
Don't hold on to all your emptiness.
Everyone wants joy no one wants pain.
Smile for a while and let in the happiness,
For you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.
A smile can shine the darkest of days.
It can bring a little spark of light.
You can be thankful In so many ways,
That all turned out to be alright.
As you sprint down the hill that is filled with flowers,
And enjoy life at your hearts content,
Queen of NeverthenAtop the ashen bones, arrayed like thrones of Men
Sits none so dreary as the Queen of Neverthen
Great cobwebs, dust, and stolid, stale decay
Dead memories forgotten where they lay
A world, still and ever gray
That suffocates the ones who trespass in her den
Within a rotten skull, a fetid rat emerged
As swift as plague it bore and chittered as it surged
Low creaks and clatters sound akin to life
Its rodent teeth soon grinding like a knife
The Queen was happy with this strife
But nothing ever lasts save those who would be purged
Oppressive silence soon returns to her domain
Admiring her flock that she will never deign
A dull light shines behind their pallid masks
The company of corpses; all she asks
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