“I’ll tell a secret, something they don’t tell you in your temple.

The tower where the gods are mounted on,

They look down at us.

You know this?”

“I know this. We are under them for a reason, looking up.”

“They do not look down at us.

They envy us.”

“That is no secret. That is no truth.”

“It is.

With each lightening strike, they punish us for their envy.

Do you know why they env...

Once upon a time and a very good time it was,

A moocow ambled down the old country lane,

Sunlight dripped like honey on its hide,

A simple scene, yet a tale to be told,

Through the eyes of a nicens little boy.

Baby Tuckoo, with eyes wide as the sky,

Gazed upon the moocow with wonder pure,

The world unfurled in soft, vibrant hues,

Each step a brushstroke on life's canvas.

The moocow’s gentle low,...

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

They aren’t watching.

It was a rainy day in May, and the dogs were barking at the door.

They aren’t watching.

It was a sunny day in June, and the tensions were high on the plateau.

They aren’t watching.

It was the first day of July, and they called.

Maybe they ARE watching,

but THEY aren’t your problem anymore...

When I wake up,

The other side of my bed is cold,

My stomach won't even rumble,

The craving never gets old,

The cottage grieves in sorrow

Corrupted by tainted mould.

I always restrain the temptation to run,

You’ll never catch me begging for gold,

Solitary seeps through the bed frame,

My body only craves somebody to hold.

Book: The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins....

the king is dead, long live the queen

long live the queen

long live the queen

long live the queen

the king is dead

the king is dead

the king is dead

long live the queen

who took the crown

long live the queen

who was the one who lived

long live the queen

who survived long enough

long live the queen

long live the queen

if only they knew

that she killed the king....

_It was a quiet morning, the town covered over by with darkness and at ease in bed._

Everyone asleep, the alarm clock yet to ring read 3 am.

The moon on schedule, casted a hollow glow, the witching hour has began.

(Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury)...

I am running.

I am running from the truth,

For I cannot bear it.

I am running for my country,

For I cannot save it.

I am running to my people,

Or at least trying to.

I can’t run, I can’t do anything.

For my world is collapsing,

And I cannot save it.

I am running from my tears,

For it will drown me.

I am running, I am running,

I

Cannot..

Stop.

Is there a way to recover fro...

In the realm of literature, a tale unfolds,

Of a young lad named Pip, whose story holds.

"Great Expectations" is the name it bears,

A masterpiece of Dickens, with characters that ensnare.

From the misty marshes, where Pip first meets,

A convict named Magwitch, with secrets and feats.

His life takes a turn, as fortunes are bestowed,

An unexpected twist, on the path he rode.

Miss Havisham, a haunt...

There are so many ways it could have all turned out differently.

If we had no eyes and could not see.

If you had a better family.

If we lived on a different planet.

In a different time.

If you told me you were mine.

If we looked different

If you had better hair

And friends that actually would care.

If you never just ignored the signs.

If you gave me a sign back.

If I never had that asthma atta...

“There was never an angry man who thought his anger was unjust.”**

And who can judge the circumstances into which the man was thrust?

Are his motivations pure or are they filled with ill contempt?

Does it matter if he’s young? Or if he’s old, is he exempt

From every social standard used to weigh man’s heart, bad or good?

Will you be the arbiter? The executioner ‘neath the hood?

Fools don’t suff...