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Nicola

There once was girl named Nicola
she had dreams about Diet Cola
the cola was big
and nasty as a pig
as it chased her around the granola.

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Crown of Sonnets-Part1

Doth create in a blink a master's eye
Forms places that only moments ago
Could not yet exist, but now we do spy
Yet moments ago we did choose to roe
To roe upon this master mind of mine
We seem to find that rhythm does not end
We shall find no end to a twinkling time
That does seem to want and will wait to bend
A creation that only I command
To my tongue the words will try to make sound 
Hand me a pen for the words are unplanned 
To fly off my pen to seek to be crowned 
Create in the mist an image of gold
Gold painted not for the eyes to behold

Gold painted not for the eyes to behold
I did create that in this world of mine
For you see among us the dark takes hold
Takes hold among the hearts and minds of swine
The swine of man who only likes to spy
They try to create that world of their own
Although here I sit choosing the winds cry
Choosing those that will sit upon that throne
So tall so small they may or may not be
When counting down the seconds are soon gone
Seconds that did not have to go pay that fee
As they soon come to know they are all pawns
They masquerade around acting the part
So beautiful created not with dye

So beautiful created not with dye
I find fiery breath of the dragon strong
Yet greater I do find the gift to try
Try and  succeed in creating this song
For those among the crowd do watch me dance
Laughing and scorning at my chosen speed 
Wait, you there do you not see this romance
That in time builds and with speed might just bleed
How could you, know that in my hidden mind 
There sits a place upon that edge a rest 
Worlds that hidden may or may not be kind 
Where in that place shall that phoenix take nest 
You try to capture the phoenix to hold
My words they seem to create something bold

My words they seem to create something bold
Hidden not, they flow above they create
Something you might just be able to hold
Or will you choose to close  to lock a gate
Oh how far do the wild thoughts do roam
Aboad, about inside the wild blooms
Upon this stoney path you see a gnome
That gnome hidden and whose name seem to loom 
To touch my pen the ink to the blank sheets 
Although the words like magic they will seem
Once born  alive they come as words like sweets
To melt and mix to build the needed cream
I create words of cream to make the toon
Something that I shall spin upon the moon

Something that I shall spin upon the moon
Seems to me nothing more than a odd dream
Yet here I do write a tale of a  loon
That you might just dance to upon that stream
So seeking that adventure in the mist
I choose to take not the headed advice
Yet here I do choose those who might be kissed
Upon that hidden mask of words with spice
 Create those hidden places among things
Mysteries when seen seem to be untold
The story of that so full of those rings 
That echo loud and far to those few sold
Finding I choose the story of that tusk
As the fairy doth dance into the dusk

As the fairy doth dance into the dusk
I laugh to create the forest within
The forest that the fairy full of lusk
Created to hide away his great sin
To laugh inside I fly upon the words
I use the words to melt and mix my spell
For there is no need for those lies and cords
That you will tie around the gated well
Seeking only entertainment they come
Seeking entertainment they do not count
Counting down those echoes that silent drum
That only become the stories account
Sometimes I have to wonder on that tune
 That I create a story of a loon

that I create a story of a loon
Or could it be a story for a soul
You see the loon is only in the moon
Yet the soul does delight all in the goal
I sit here, I create to my content
I don't stop to say aloud hidden words
I make sure to record that which is spent
Upon the moon sits and sings a blue bird
I find so many in this maze of mind 
here it is written down upon the page
No longer we find it is intertwined
With the words that I did write for that wage
Then once again the fairy is a lusk 
Yet there in the mist is the stories tusk

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Rosebush

Soft and delicate
With deadly sharp thorns
The rosebush grows

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Crown of Sonnets - Part 2

Yet there in the mist is the stories tusk
There full of the hidden secrets of men
The men and fairies who are full of lusk
They do hide them away here in the glen
Here they are hidden away in this place
A place so full of both the spies and lords 
We shall find the women adorned with lace
Yet they so clueless to the hidden cords
As here men or faires that walk about 
Hiding the truth or them in your plain sight
Yet here I do create a stage of doubt
As men of faires care not for the right
Looking I find I can't be overthrown 
Oh wait, I find you sit upon that throne

Oh wait I find you sit upon that throne
You try to create, rule that which is mine
Waiting and watching as you take the zone
Creating something of your own design
Waiting I watch you as you take control
You the character seems the master now
You do dance away you do take your scroll
Down and about you do start to bestow
From afar you do grow and develop
Yet  soon do I learn I do not create 
You leap out over land to envelop
Now only a king can control your fate
Fighting to create I find in your eye
So high, so mighty  you feel you might fly

So high, so mighty  you feel you might fly
As you the master of your mighty fight
Seem to be in the line of that dark sky
You seem to think your fate is not a knight
You choose to dare and to defy my words
Transforming my words to air it doth seem
You reason with the story not as a byrd
You discover that you do like that stream
You follow that twisted path to the north
You go not alone but so full of those lies
The lies and spies of fairies that do go forth
Out ,about your followed by silent cries
You wrote a path yet if  you could of known
Yet you do not know that I in the zone

Yet you do not know that I in the zone
Can still control this path if I so choose
So don't you dare try to cry or to moan
You do choose to ignore those hidden clues
Oh dear character of my heart, my soul
You did leap, bound farther than any before
Although far in mystery here is the troll
That you did not see upon your dark shore
As here I sit counting down those long paths
That will lead you to my desired one
For inside I do fight that wicked  wrath
So free and loved you do think you have won
After a battle fought I stand nearby 
Can create the path that causes you to die

Can create the path that causes you to die
Quietly I do watch you be so mighty 
Totally unaware you feel so high
You do sit, you laugh feeling almighty
Yet I the writer is spinning this tale
You see you did catch me when unaware
Although I did figure out that it was frail
It that was my idea I’m  in despair
As those hidden small words did launch so far
Off this silk pen and down this blank white page
They did land to create something bizarre
Hidden and unknown they did upstage
That plan I had is now in a debate
With my passion and love doth I create

With my passion and love doth I create
A character that of his own design
who was a knight did design his own fate
Now on that throne you're all but intertwined
The writer had believed to know it all
As the seconds fled upon a lost thought
To find that only you who was so tall
You could conquer all that was so distraught
There in that place you were so far of path
Following your mind fate did lead you to
That path I had fought with a writer's wrath
Here in this end we sit long overdue
I the writer now do open that gate
My world so full of stories that doth await

My world full of stories that doth await
It is full of those things only in dreams
Things created by those who don't debate
Between that which is created by schemes
If only I the writer had only known
That a character of such strong design
Will not be made to be only outgrown
But shall develop into that which will shine
To shine like this brave character of mine
Is something we all seem to all but lose
When we the writer choose to cry or whine
We then take a risk at being confused 
Yet here I chose to choose and then apply
I created in the blink of the master's eye

Doth create in a blink a master's eye
Gold painted not for the eyes to behold
So beautiful created not with dye
 My words they seem to create something bold
 Something that I shall spin upon the moon
As the fairy doth dance into the dusk
that I create a story of a loon
Yet there in the mist is the stories tusk
 Oh wait, I find you sit upon that throne
 So high, so mighty  you feel you might fly
 Yet you do not know that I in the zone
 Can create the path that causes you to die
 With my passion and love doth I create
 My world full of stories that doth await

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The Iron Rod

The lord gave me life,
to what end will it be?
He gave me a family that loves me,
he gave me a life to live.
To what road will it lead?
I am wondering in this misty forest
Keeping a hold of the iron rod with my left hand
And holding my soul in my right
I am walking straight
For I know that holding on to the iron rod
I will and I can achieve the highest of all goals
For no matter what path I go on or that
My life is taken on I will hold
And I will hold tightly to the rod of iron
The rod of truth
The rod of the Lords Love and guidance
Looking beyond the mist I see
The lost and I see the confused
And I hear the screams of frustration
As the flies of temptations eat at their flesh
Looking away from the pain I begin to cry
I hear their screams echo in and around
the dark misty woods. .
I wonder. ..What end will I have?
 What end will they have?
They are lost and too far for me to reach
Sometimes I wonder happens if I let go?
Just for a second
Just a small short second If let go
So that I can grab on to pull the lost to safety
the safety of the Iron rod
Yet I quickly dismiss the thought
For that would lead to my demise 
who says that they would take a hold
Or heed to my words
I cannot take away their agency
I cannot choose for them.
The choice was theirs,
as the choice is mine.

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You There

You there!
Did you know?
Did you see?

You . . . the one
Who tipped my glass
And let it fall to shatter to pieces

Did you know . . .
That to shatter a window
Would lead to chains and bars

Did you see . . .
The full moon as it watched
As it shed a tear for a broken soul

Did you care . . .
As you made a choice
To steal away into the night

You . . . the one
Who took from a child
The doll she so loved

You there!
Did you know?
Did you care?

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High School

The voice of newness
flows down these halls
these ancient halls
as they capture the voice

chills flow down
the walls
as the voices of old
are soon forgotten

As the voice continues 
it lows, as it dances
laughing out in glee
as its forever victory

the voice of old 
lays in the dust 
as it silently cries
at being long ago forgotten

as the voices come
they go as well 
each leaving an impression
or leaving nothing but dust

yet there is always a voice 
a voice speaking 
or a voice laughing
voices, all wanting to be heard

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A Mothers Love

Glancing, and dancing
all around and around
full of energy 
I do not know how to abound
you inside so small, and yet unseen
do flutter as a butterfly you do
My thoughts travel there
to what you'll be like
Who will you look like? act like?
What will you laugh at?
What will you love?
Oh only a butterfly flutter you are 
and yet one day you'll be much more
Will you write a book?
Will you sing a song?
Or by chance would you rule a nation?
Oh my dear unborn child
so small you are,
so unaware of you is this world
yet to me you are my world
Even though we have not yet met
My heart swells and aches for you
One day I'll show you
how my much my love doth shine
You see my little butterfly
I am your mother
A mothers duty is to love to guide
a mothers duty is to protect and cherish
My dear little one 
Do you know how much I do love thee?

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Wedding Memory

To say "I do", the new chapter begins

You there, standing so tall
in that blue uniform
So nervous you seem
as time approaches near
In my gown, I await
trying to fight the nerves away
Within the ivory white 
my life begins to change
My father stands near by
A smile for all to see
Waiting behind a line
full of those I cherish and love
I wait for the seconds 
to dwindle and vanish
Then its my time 
to take that walk down the path
Holding to my father
tight as I always have
He hands me to my love
the new foundation in my life
As the words are uttered
I only remember the "I do's" 
we uttered out loud to each other.
3/20/16

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The Tale

You see me in yourself
As you stare into the unknown 
As you pick that paintbrush up
Or when you dance among the stars
We are hidden among the world
The world of humans
Some humans are given strength
skills from the first breath
Yet some have to master skills
Some seek to survive to live
That is where my hidden race plays
We create the world around you
And you know not
We the Tale smile and laugh with you
We dance in your joy
We weep in your sorrow
You call our gifts to you talents
Yet you know not where they come from
Some humans believe that it was just so
Just natural for them to sing and have a voice
Yet you do not know, that inside you 
Is hidden one of us
As long as he or she builds you up
Your voice will shine will be the very best
Yet if you fail, if you quit
So do we, we will encourage you
Silently in soft and hard ways
We give you warnings along the way
If you heed not those warnings
If you cherish not your talent, your gift from us
We do leave you to the world of humans
We mark your skin with symbols 
Symbols only we can see
The symbol of music, art, or whatever it may be
The symbol of the gift you cared for not
You may one day be chosen by another Tale
Usually never again with the one you threw away
Yet rarely very rarely sometimes the determined
The strong, the witty Tale do give to you
A second chance to dance once again.

3/22/16