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Fairy TalesAs princesses found princes not in royal halls
And evil lurking not within a dragon's guise,
The tales they tell are not encased in simple walls
But living stories passed to make our children wise.
And evil lurking not within a dragon's guise
Is not the foe: Corruption burning deep within.
But living stories passed to make our children wise,
They teach us love and innocence to battle sin.
Is not the foe corruption burning deep within?
The tales they tell are not encased in simple walls.
They teach us love and innocence to battle sin
As princesses found princes not in royal halls.
Starry NightIf I
could see the depth
to which your heart extends,
how could I fail to fall in love
that pierces soul
and spirit into shards,
You forged it from your breath into
of utter saving grace,
and awed I gaze up to the sky,
nights I call to
memory, and all the
world was gleaming, glimmering in
recall that night,
I fear no more the day.
With hand in hand we walk, just me
Late Night CerealShe texted me to ask for milk,
A query so surreal,
For she was of the hungry ilk
Who craved for cereal.
Alas, I had no milk but soy,
Which she was wary to deploy
Within her bowl,
Within her bowl,
Her face showed she did not taste joy.
Oh Special K! 'Twas not the day
She meant for you to swim
With Mister Two-Percent, and play
Your tasty games with him.
The box was done, your final breath
Could only end in runny death.
A soggy grave was all she left.
All times, both good and bad, must end
In peacefulness or pain.
One moment, by your side a friend,
The next, gone and estranged.
While we still live, let's take control,
Together, let's live to the full
Like milk and flakes,
Like milk and flakes,
Creamy, crunchy in the bowl.
Sunrise ViewEvery eclipse a double dawn,
I rise from rest to gladly gaze upon
Your usual sweet slumber,
Coyly curled. I watch in wonder.
You're lovely, dewdrop clad,
And made for me. A lass, a lad,
A stirring story born in bed.
The SilenceWe walked alone,
Standing together in silence.
Hand in hand,
Shifting our feet,
A delicate waltz.
We tripped in fall,
And summer's temperance
Gave into winter's
And coolly letting go.
We talked alone,
Bearing the lovers' silence.
Sunny one day,
Rainy the next,
Like rushing waves
Or flickering flames,
The situation changed
Since everything stayed still
And all the same.
Times were changed.
From high school love
To low and foolish apathy:
Nine months we gave,
It took one day.
Trouble's a-Bruin"What's the difference between a stingray
And a student from UCLA?"
One lives in the mud,
Sucking water and crud,
And the other's a fish in the bay.
Letter to the FiveTo five of you whose travels crossed with mine:
I miss you with a brother's love that time
Could hardly wear away. Though half a year
Has passed, I took from Paul and held you dear
In interceding often for your faith.
I trust both peace and growth have taken place
As proof of faithfulness: He heard my plea
And gave you grace far more than we can see.
I write this to you now as I have prayed,
Convicted by the Spirit, I was swayed
To give you words to take into your heart,
Two exhortations I should now impart.
The first, to seek to prove your faith is real
And genuine, to never lag in zeal.
In trials and in living day to day,
Prioritize his straight and narrow way.
Please recognize that those He holds in love
He (all the more) will strive to truly prove
A faithful heart, a humble, forthright soul.
Adding to his mind is not the goal,
(For what is there the Father does not know
Or darkness that His light could never show?)
But realize the proof's for us, we're thick
At times, forgetting th
Unseen, but not UnknownO, you whose arms I have not yet embraced
But long for in my dreams both day and night,
I will not let your bated breath go waste
Nor keep the blinding lamp trained your sight.
I will not let confusion guide your steps
And shifting sands give way beneath your heels.
Though all the paths may lead into the depths,
All possibilities to long ordeals,
The darkest shadows by the light were born,
The lowest dips must peak along the way.
Let not your face be anymore forlorn,
But smile, O you daughter of the day,
And place your hope in him whose outstretched hand
Will make us stand in all that he has planned.
little violoneThe earth for all its years could sing without me.
Past the sky, the listening spheres sing without me.
Deep in the woods, the nymphs and spirits flit
through the old trees. They hear, but sing without me.
Within my heartstrings hums the flesh of beasts,
threads with no bloody veneer - sing without me.
Now the crawling creatures are left alone;
coiled metal seals the nuclear - sing without me.
Carvings and curves of a feminine feel,
like ink into her back seared - sing without me.
Artists work my tongue with pen and horsehair -
groups of musicians here won't sing without me.
With ease, I can mimic the human voice;
to great peaks I dive and rear, so sing without me.
I don't need your voice. I am in command
of sonorous solos. Dear, sing without me,
or try. My fairy, phantom garbed in white,
you couldn't bear, puppeteer, sing without me.
Surprise Tea Party From HellMy Jack Frosting is gone,
Once I finish my drug-laced Earl Grey tea.
Now, what are they going to do to me?
I Can't Even SewI may not be a weaver,
but occasionally I catch this odd disease--
I think it’s called something like creativity,
but I strike a chord somewhere in you,
and for some reason you strike something in me too,
and we sew the shattered pieces of our shattered hearts
back together again. (Praying that I don’t rip it apart.)
I am convinced by the boogeyman’s
arachnid fingertips covered in lye that
you are my angel somehow, and you
fight the monsters I have inside.
The Long MarchThe Red Army does not fear the Long March,
The hills and torrents they see as everyday.
The curving mountain ranges like mere ripples,
They roll down Mount Wumeng like balls of clay.
As Jinsha River warms the cloudy cliffs
And iron chains span Dadu River cold,
We pass through Mount Min's leagues of snow,
Three Armies pass with glowing faces bold.
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