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"Do you really think I am that heartless to just leave my parents in danger without any shame? Guilt? I felt all of that. Many times in my journey I almost turned back, but I could not win against my heart's desires. I could not avoid the fate the gods had laid out for me. I too am a victim." At this point, Princess Layla was bawling her eyes out. She knew she had the Lady of the Gods eating out of her hands, when the old woman bent down and hugged her tightly whilst also crying.
"It's okay, my child. Your parents are alive. The king did not sentence them to death, because the empress bore a son resulting in the pardon of everyone who had committed a crime.Thank the merciful gods." The news of her parents survival did nothing for Princess Layla as they too had sacrificed her to the king , but she was glad her escape had not caused any bloodshed.
In the moment of distraction, the old witch raised a dagger and mercilessly stabbed Princess Layla in the back. "Wh..y", the princess inquired as color drained from her rosy cheeks. The old witch stood and left but as her silhoutte faded to a black shadow, her final words rang loud in dying ears. "A princess who betrays her nation deserves nothing less than death."
"Outrageous! What kind of play has such a... a stupid end?" That's all Princess Jasmine could think of as she watched the princess take her final breath on stage. She finally understood why her mom insisted she see the play. It was a warning, a friendly warning. As the truthness of it all hit her, Princess Jasmine was ever so thankful to be sitted. Her insides felt queasy as fear gripped her. She could suddenly feel a cold blade on her warm skin. No. No. No! She had to get out of here. Tell Robert that they couldn't run away together. Tell him she loved him but had to marry the king. How could she betray her kingdom? Granted she hadn't done anything but she'd thought of it and mother knew. Oh, no! Mother knows. Is Robert okay? She wouldn't do anything to him, would she? Oh, no! No. NO. As her thoughts spiraled out of control, Princess Jasmine stumbled out of the suffocating theater like a drunkard. In her hurried, haphazard exit, she bumped into a dark figure. For a moment, a handsome smile invaded her line of vision. When she tried a sorry, she really regretted scoffing down all the those cakes they gave out during the cursed play.
Every morning at a quarter to six, I can hear my he him trotting down the hallway to the bed where I lay, shriveled up under my weighted blanket, so fat and un-tall.
There’s a part of me that should feel sorry for my little Cowboy husband Joe, but the other part is as angry as Sophie Dog, who snarls and snaps when she hears him in the hall.
“Time to get up!” he says in a sing-songy way, being a nice guy, who truly, only ever wanted to be a child, outside, who could laugh and play like a kid with honey bun food.
“Son of a mule’s *******,” I say, in the kindest cowboy-kind of way, knowing he’s going to feed Shark next, and he’d better tip toe as I am in that kind of I-HATE-EVERYBODY-KIND-of-Mood.
Big Joe.
Big Joe.
Big Bad Joe.
“I saw that the baby opossum on the porch was out of food again, so I banged on the window, and he ran off with that little hop-skip he has,” Joe babbles on. “After he left, I took some cat food out. He’s eating it now.” Joe is wearing his best hat, and boots, but I don’t give them no mind.
Son of a horse’s behind, does he always have to yap like a coy dog? I think as I try to get a growling Sophie dog’s butt off of the covers I’m trying to put back over my head, so I can have some peace and QUIET; “Get OUT OF HERE!” I yell, I’m 11 minutes behind!”
Big Joe.
Big Joe.
Big Bad Joe.
Sophie and I get woked up three more times by him, and we chase him out each time, baring our teeth. It reminds me of my early days with my mother who used to be just this damned happy and annoying in the morning. She used to give us pancake rolls. Which means she used to jump on our bed and roll on us making us extra angry before we left for school.
The last time, the final time, the I mean it this time, he brings me my usual Chuck Wagon Caren is hungry as a giant Stegosaurus on speed breakfast. Five pounds of hash-browns, a three egg omelet with bacon, and it damn well better be the exact temp I like, he has learned the hard way Sophie and I are
Very particular about the temp of our bacon. He takes off his 10 gallon hat, sitting it on the bed, and says “anything else, my ladies?” Before we can speak, he magically produces my jalapeno peppers which we dump lavishly over our hash-browns. Yes, he is the perfect cowboy for this fool.
Big Joe.
Big Joe.
Big Bad Joe.
There’s an old village green where a marquee was seen
I don’t do ‘Bah humbug’, don’t want to be mean
A little fake snow ain’t a Christmassy scene
But the reindeer and Santa Claus might well have been
But two little kittens and one manic pup
Made those arrangements all go belly up
Nothing was planned, you should understand
It’s simply that sometimes things get out of hand
You see, Rum n Raisin snuck out through their flap
They ran to the green to give Santa a clap
Walnut, their young canine friend gave a yelp
Nipped out through the back door and followed to help
He got to the Green where a red nosed reindeer
Had cornered his friends and they cowered in fear
Walnut snuck up and said, “Get out of here,
Or maybe I’ll show you the meaning of fear.”
Raisin said, “Walnut, just look at his nose
It’s big and it’s red and just see how it glows
I’ve seen a reindeer with a nose just the same
He’s on Christmas cards… and Rudolph’s his name.”
The reindeer said, “Don’t come here giving me grief.”
But when Walnut grinned he clapped eyes on his teeth
Rudolph said, “I cannot handle much pain.”
Then flew to the skies and was not seen again
So when Santa came he was totally mad
“One of you did something totally bad.
I need a new reindeer this minute,” he said.
And then stuck two reindeer horns on Walnut’s head
Raisin cried, “He’s just a pooch, can’t you see?
He won’t bring your presents to John Doe or me
Not to the next town nor over the sea.”
And Santa said, “Tough, cos he made Rudolph flee.”
Rum advised Santa, “Today’s Christmas Eve,
And for all I know, your real name is Steve
Your Santa Claus suit is a little white lie
But I’d like to know how that reindeer could fly.”
Santa said, “This Christmas grotto is fake
But I am quite real, so please give me a break
Your Walnut must stand in to help pull my sleigh
But you have a choice: Do you come - do you stay?”
Walnut stood there in his new antlered head
He looked rather silly but, even so, said,
“You’ve got lots of reindeer and all of them fly
I can’t comprehend what you might want with I.”
Santa said, “Reindeer teams don’t fly by day
Rudolph’s bright, shiny nose would light the way
Walnut said, “You know no dog’s hooter glows?”
So Santa supplied him an L.E.D. nose.
I am in the middle of nowhere without a gun, bullets, bow or spear, the philistine are coming upon me and an angry crowd is moving towards the square.
You have got to help me to get out of here, for the second judgment is drawing near and nothing on the island will be speared; prepare your evacuation route and get a comfortable pair of walking shoes.
Daylight greets me like dew dripping from a motionless tree
And the sun with its candid smile emerges from its resting place and in seconds it starts to blaze. I walked in circles to purge the heat from my body, but it kept filtering out in the street and a big celebration began in the square.
This is the irony that I never fear, I know that something good was going to happen but I could tell where, and when the sun came out my spirit began to shout and the crowd in the square reminds me that destiny was near.
The desert heat spreads its warmth all over the city and anger
Turn into a smile and the big band was standing by, the food trucks start rolling in and the vendor start to sing, the people kept coming and the desert was filled with canopy.
It is the magic that sometimes happens when life takes you on a winding journey, the fragility of the wind fizzle out when you move about and the pleasure of life takes you where you wants to go, you never could imagine that you could be part of the show.
Can you feel what I feel the moment is real, just listen to the flute and it will remind you of your youth, when you climb the hills and valleys and the elements in the sky whispers a sweet lullaby.
I am standing on real earth and gravity is under my feet
It is where we ought to be, close to the fish that swims in the sea.
And when the vastness of life surrounds you and night falls
You will leave the desert wall and take a ride out to the middle of sea and the moonlight will have a dialogue with thee. Just I and you sitting there absorbing the pleasure of the salty air.
I am nowhere in the middle of nowhere because you are here
And the moon sprinkle its light over the calm sea and the desert heat melt with passion for thee, and it all came together without a doubt and at last we could celebrate history.
Come and join the desert crew something special is waiting for you.
I used to be so optimistic
Now, I feel like a pathetic stranger
I used to be so enthusiastic
I have to deal with more danger…
Now I am
Lacking potential,
strength and intelligence
I used to be a cheerful kid
I used to be a real bad boy
But, now I am
Mature enough to face my consequences
I used to be so courageous
I used to be such a genius
But, now I am
Guilty for letting go of my innocence…
I wept silently…tears bounce off my eyes
These voices in my head are telling me lies
But, now I am
Close to my breaking point
My bones are out of joint
There’s no more room for happiness
All of my joy is faltering…
As I hear you hollering
You pushed me around like some worthless door
I stand up for myself and face my fears
All I hear is your jeers
I used to be a cheerful kid
I used to be a real bad boy
But, now I am
Mature enough to face my consequences
I used to be so courageous
I used to be such a genius
But, now I am
Guilty for letting go of my innocence…
I wept silently…tears bounce off my eyes
These voices in my head are telling me lies
But, now I am
Close to my breaking point
Don’t weigh me down…you’re as cruel as gravity
You demolished my sanity
I’m pushing forward…never looking down
‘Cause when I do look down, I can’t help but frown
I must get out of here…
Before I get swallowed up in my fear
Of losing this battle…of uncertainty
Don’t bottle up tainted misery
I keep telling you, “There’s always tomorrow
To do what you love to do best…just rest,
Darling…please, hear me out!”
You just turn the other way
I suppose today was a humiliating day
I see you run away…
I used to be a cheerful kid
I used to be a real bad boy
But, now I am
Mature enough to face my consequences
I used to be so courageous
I used to be such a genius
But, now I am
Guilty for letting go of my innocence…
I wept silently…tears bounce off my eyes
These voices in my head are telling me lies
But, now I am
Close to my breaking point
I used to chase after you, but I’d rather not…
I didn’t mean to leave you to rot
I got to leave this wretched place
Because when I ARRIVED, I felt like a disgrace
I’m planted on the spot
Now, there’s no way to leave this terrible,
Terrible lot
Fatal graveyard friendship
On the last day of my human life, I was sitting on a tomb in a cemetery, in an incredible garden of death
(In an outer district of the city.)
Just sitting, nothing special. Meditation, contemplation, thinking about death and life’s matters, and God
It was a beautiful day in September, windy atmosphere, the rain just gone, and the light of the sun sometimes winks through the leaves of trees
Everything is wet, this cemetery is so green and shines silvery, the ivy overgrown and weaved through everything
Silent solitude, amazing feeling between death and life, oh, that's why I love this thousand years old monumental graveyard
Just sitting on a tomb. Nice light brown marble building. So stable, and timeless, two people sleep here in the deep endless life
Joseph and Erma died on the same day in 1943. It was the time of World War II. On the same day? Hm, they died together. But how?
Someone knocks, the marble cover of the tomb moves under me, and someone shouts in exasperation, a man's voice
‘Hey! Man! Go away from our tomb! It’s not yours! Do not sit here! Go! We want to come out from the deep! Go! Go!!’
I stood up in full terror. The marble cover of the tomb moved off. Oh my God! A man came out! Tall and so strong!
A beautiful lady followed him from the depths. Oh my God! It's much better than all of the present top actors and models!
We talked and became friends. We walked into the cemetery. Conversations about life and death. About past and present life.
Joseph and Erma invited me to their home into the deep. Amazing home under the ground of the graveyard. Amazing, mystically demonic
Amazing home, living hall, rooms, a little church, library room, wine cellar, park, garden, dream home, afterlife living life actively on
Fantastic dinner, party, wine tasting, whiskies, and hellish drugs. Oh, I became unconscious, dreams, visions, magical lands. I have forgotten my life.
I woke up. I can’t get air. I realized. I am in a tomb. I sleep with two skeletons.
My mind is active. I want to get out of here. It is not possible.
‘You are dead! We stole your life!’ Joseph and Erma sang it.
They are sitting and drinking on my tomb.
I’m just a little caterpillar
That’s all I’ll ever be
Sometimes I like to dream
That I could be a bee
What a joy it would be
To fly higher than a tower
Or when I’m feeling lazy
Settle down on a yellow flower
BUT I’m not
Im just a little caterpillar
That’s all I’ll ever be
Sometimes I wish I could be a …..
Magnificent Cheetah!
Sprinting through the savannah
At 75 miles per hour
A blur of tan and black spots
It’s like a super power!
BUT I’m not
Im just a little caterpillar
That’s all I’ll ever be
Sometimes I like to imagine
That I could be a dragon
Living on a cloud
Breathing fire through the night
High above the ground
That would be a sight
BUT I’m not
Im just a little caterpillar
That’s all I’ll ever be
OWWWW!!!! A sharp pain inside
I think I’m going to go and hide
Building a barrier between me and the world
Now the pain has turned into an ache
I’ve got to finish
Before my heart breaks
I’m all alone and on my own
Trapped inside this little space
With no one to see my fear.
Wishing I could feel your warm embrace
You left me deserted
With my faith slowly dwindling down.
No one to boost me up
No one to help me be found
Darkness is all I see
My tears is all I feel
My sobbing is all I hear
“Grandma” is all I can squeal
Every minute I’m growing older.
Every second becoming more claustrophobic.
But, no one’s around me
No one will notice
Panic hits me all of the sudden.
What if I can’t escape?
I’ll be trapped all by myself
Like an isolated ape
Then I remember your favorite song
A Child's Prayer, Oh how you used to sing
You used to always tell me
“Pray, and God will help you with anything”
I kneel down on my knees
And begin to pray
“Please, help me with the pain
Help me get out of here today.”
I raise my head and look up
Something is twinkling up above
Light!!! There’s a crack in the wall
With all my force I give it a shove
I'm free!!!!
Them I realize something strange
I can’t even believe what I see.
I’ve changed…
I’m just a little caterpillar
But, that’s not what I’ll always be
Because now I’m a beautiful butterfly
Much better than a bee.
Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate was a very evil man,
He used to eat his dinner from a filthy frying pan,
And when he’s finished eating he’d play “catch me if you can”
With his desperado first-mate known as Dirty Deadeye Dan.
Now Dan was quite a ladies man, but also fond of booze,
In bars and streets and hotels he liked to drink and cruise,
He used to taunt old-Peg Leg Pete by dragging up old news,
Like Pete had only ever needed half a pair of shoes.
One day Pete had quite enough and things got pretty scary,
Confronting Dirty Deadeye Dan whose mood was always lairy,
A sudden hush fell on the room when Pete clumped in the bar
And Dan called out: “Hey, Peg-Leg, hop on over, have a jar.”
Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate clasped the pistol on his hip
And snarled at Dirty Deadeye Dan: “Enough of your damn lip.”
The floozy sat upon Dan’s lap was dumped onto the floor
And Dan rose to his feet and hissed: “You’d best limp out the door.”
Across the sawdust, blood-stained floor they faced each other down,
And you could hear a pin drop from the other side of town,
Eyes were locked and fingers twitched and seconds seemed like days
The tension burned unbearably and shimmered in the haze.
Both men drew their pistols and both men fired fast,
Flame spat from the barrels with the bullets roaring past,
But neither man could aim for squat and when their guns were done
They’d killed two people in the bar but they weren’t either one.
The barman Blind-man Billy Bragg and the floozy Scar-Faced Sue
Lay dead as dead as doornails, as doornails tend to do,
And through the pall of gun-smoke and the mist of rum and beer
Deadeye Dan called out to Pete: “We’d best get out of here.”
And so they did, they fled the bar, and vanished in the night,
Back to their ship, The Crippled Cock, and sailed on out of sight,
Never to return to shore, and never seen again,
The rumour is they sank and drowned just off the Spanish Main.
The moral of the story is that when you draw a gun,
Be prepared to end your days always on the run,
“Or in your case, always on the limp,” said Dirty Deadeye Dan
To Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate, that very evil man.
I went to the party with my best friend, Mom
It was a Saturday night, what was there to do?
I didn’t think it would end like this, Mom
You should see it up here, I know you would love the view
“Come with me”, she said
“We will only be dancing.”
“Wear that dress, you look good in red”
“You’ll have all the boys glancing”
So I went to the bar, Mom
This boy bought me a drink
But things started going too far, Mom
When he shot his friends a wink
I started feeling faint, Mom
After only having a few sips
The boy I dreamed of marrying would have been a saint, Mom
But this one was grabbing at my hips
“Come on, let’s get out of here”
“I’ll take you to my place”
I never even liked beer, Mom
It made me too red in the face
So I stumbled out of the bar, Mom
Five boys were carrying me, actually maybe four
They took me to their car, Mom
While smiling, they slammed the door
My friend was too drunk to care
She didn’t even notice I was gone, Mom
Tell the boys to stop pulling my hair
Please make them stop, this has been going on for far too long
The boy was so nice at first
I actually thought he liked me
They finally stopped but it hurts, Mom
There is a big gash on my knee
He told his friends they could share, Mom
They treated me like a “thing”
I wish I had Teddy, my stuffed bear, Mom
They even took my promise ring
I was a good girl, Mom
I always listened to your rules
It makes me want to hurl, Mom
That this can happen to girls at school
Tell Daddy that I will always be his princess
Tell Sissy to not be afraid
I hope my story leads to interest
That a change needs to be made
They left me lying here, Mom
I am starting to see the light
The boy put something in my drink, Mom
I just wanted to have fun for one night
Please tell my story to all boys, Mom
Tell girls to watch their drink
Say that women are not toys, Mom
What they did to me should put them in the clink
I love you, Mom
My legs hurt from all the scrapes
I know that you will always love me too, Mom
So tell the world that it is not okay to rape.
your like my second mom...
but for some reason,
this is really hard
to write...
this poem is supposed to be
about you and me
well that could
turn into a
a novel...
we have been through so much,
you knew me before
i even knew
myself
10/14/96
we even we on vacation
me and you, sammie and mom
at myrtle beach
forever ago...
during that week, the best week,
i lost my very best,
furry friend
purple...
and your little sammie
who's not so little now
really thought
i still had
her...
a few short years later,
here we are,
im 14,
and scared...
if i were to loose you,
it would be like
losing my
mom
now, i wouldnt have it as bad,
as everyone else,
but like i said,
your like my second mom....
to me and mom...
your more than just a friend..
with all of our hearts
we love you...
you have a very, very,very
special place in my
fourteen year old
heart...
i would be a very strong
14 year old
if im not
crying by now...
this poem got really easy
to write...
really fast...
i dont understand
why that is...
but maybe you do
you have to explain to me
why that is
when you get out
of this
place...
when you get out of here,
me and you are gonna
take a day
just me and you
ill come over really early
and fix you a
really good breakfest
in bed
then we will take the day
and do whatever you want to do
still in bed!
then, while your relaxing,
ill go and make me
and you a
reallly healthy
lunch
i will be your servant,
for the whole
live long
day
take your time in
geting better
trust me
we can
wait...
keep doing what your doing
we will be here when
your
100%
we really have something
to be thankful for
this year
and its you
wanda...
you gave us quite a fright.
we cant imagine life
without you
darlin'
remember isaiah 40:31,
"but those who trust
in the lord will
renew their
strength
they will soar on wings like
eagles; they will run
and not grow
weary;
they will walk and
not faint."
keep your faith Wanda,
were all pulling
for you
sweetheart