I wish I could show you,
To take a carpet ride,
I'd give you the glasses,
That I have only just found,

How can I get through,
All these walls you built,
The fingers stuck in your ears,
I don't want to fight you,

I see the coming catastrophe,
I want to save you,
I'm convinced that I can,
You just have to let me,

Please, go slow,
Drop your guard,
Let go of your hate,
Stop clinging to pain,

If you don't let go,
The pain will continue,
Clinging to the branding iron,
It will keep burning you,

Sometimes the pain feels good,
Sometimes it is convenient,
You use the pain to get you by,
It's your excuse, your justification,

The pain is your reason,
You don't have to do the work,
Deal with the problems or talk,
You hide,  and say you're hurt,

You stew on the pain,
Relish the feelings,
Replay the scenes,
Play the broken, skipping vinyl,

Forgivness is not easy,
It is not natural or instinctive,
It hurts more sometimes,
Than the original injury,

But the longer you wait,
The more you refuse,
The more you will miss and regret,
The pain you've now inflicted,

You take the high ground,
Saying you've been hurt,
But now who is hurting,
You know how it feels,

Is love and eye for an eye,
Is payback part of love,
Why do you need a pound of flesh,
If love is how much you give,

If the waring only ends,
When both sides feel even,
The world can never stop the pain,
No one would ever stop fighting,

If you don't see though another's eyes,
You always think you're owed,
That you've been wronged,
That you're justified,

Who do you think you are?
How do you think you're seen?
What do you think you've done?
Who do you think you've hurt?

Find forgiveness for others,
The way you can find it for yourself,
Excuse and let go of others offenses,
The way your flaws are left behind.

A soft breeze from, source unknown,
Swirls within a, room not shown,

Dust of ages, coats the space,
On each surface, but a vase,

Alone it stands, on its shelf,
Glistening light glows, from itself,

A switch a lever, to throw,
Op'ning the gates, red below,

Up from and around, within,
A flame ignites, sent by him,

His minions show, and prepare,
Their master soon, will be there,

With heat and screams, he appears,
All who witness, forced to tears,

But one young boy, not afraid,
Stands up tall, legs are stayed,

The man of flame, swells to fight,
The boy erupts, in whitest light,

Down are thrown, beast and flame,
To live below, in endless shame,

Persevere...                                                    ­  and Conquer

Never stop *Feeling

Dreams                    DO                      ­                        become Reality

His way is strewn, with blood and tears,
Pressing onward, despite his fears,
Amidst a cry, of shouts and jeers,
Pleasures tempting, but he adheres,
He stays his soul, braves new frontiers,

A stranger man, was never known,
No plant nor stone, has heard him groan,
A heavy sentence, to bear alone,
His long full beard, has grayer grown,
As on the grass, his bed is thrown,

His life is plain, It has not thrill,
A man of strength, of soul and will,
None shall shake him, And none can ****,
Amid the night, when wind would chill,
A firm resolve, his goals fulfill,

And on until, a final day,
When he walks on, without dismay,
Stumbles upon, the sainted fray,
He drops his cloak, and makes his way,
Up to the gods, with grand hooray,

Hiding nothing from each other,
Only good feelings and pleasure,
Never going to let go,
Except one of us lied,
Secretly playing the feild,
To find true love elsewhere,
Leaving me behind,
You move on alone,
???

Day 87
We hit a harder seam today,
Several pics broke,
Gami is still sick,
I think he will pass soon,
Our food is holding well,

Day 92
We are though the bedrock,
Soon we will hit pay dirt,
A team met us with fresh tools; This means blisters again,
Morale is dropping; Gami is hallucinating,
Today he called out to Ragem; Why would a god answer him?
He is a hindrance,
Food supplies are still sufficient,

Day 93
My day-clock was broken today,
Glimli found the first gem of the mission,
In the shuffle someone smashed my clock,
It will be harder to deal with no light now,
I want Gami gone, Things are going wrong,
No one will turn back, god help us,

Day 96* *I think
I am doing my best to keep time,
When I am off the pic line I count seconds,
Gami has grown silent, I expect to bury him soon,
My bad luck has not gotten worse, I found a gem today,
We have begun filling the first of twenty carts,
Our food stores continue to hold,

Day 100?
I lost all time, We are all attempting to recreate day,
We light a lamp at three quarters oil,
While it burns we think day, when it dies; night
Gami seems to be coming back from the edge,
Today he walked on his own,
A wyrm and some rot were found in our grain,
I fear my luck has left again, I offered my first meal to Ragem,

Day 100 Something
I need to leave, Gami has recovered but his brain is damaged,
He speaks gibberish, He is insane,
The others follow him because he claims to have seen Ragem,
Gami has been given two guards, and a throne,
I don't understand whats happening,
We continued though pay dirt; found several gems today,
I have heard the walls whisper, we will begin supporting the ceiling,

120 at least
It's over we will die here, Going is so slow,
Putting supports up quarters our progress,
We expected a relief train earlier, no one has come,
Gami is ruling, everyone obeys him, but why??
I need to dethrone him, but the others will take his side,..
He must die, I will **** him,
I am developing a plan to get close to him,
Food has been rationed, I suspect because Gami is piggish,

Day 130
Today is the day of Death,
I warned Gami that the ceiling was loose,
He sent three men including one of his guards to the pic line,
They were killed swiftly by a large release from the roof,
Also two men died of sickness, likely from bad grain,
I have showed intrest in being Gami's guard, I shall not write if I am,
For fear of this falling into the wrong hands,
Ragem help me!!!




Day 145
I DID IT! I was able to **** Gami,
I followed him to the back of the group for his rest,
While he slept I placed the prepared rock in his mouth,
Then struck it with another driving it into his throat,
He died silently, and no one ask any questions,
Life has returned to normal; mostly,
We are very short on food, and continue to have bad luck,
Our gem payout is very shy of what it ought to be,
We will turn to steeper tunnels,
Praise Ragem!

Day 150
Our food is gone, few people have personal stashes,
We sent a party back up the tunnel to look for a relief train,
They have not returned, There are only fifteen of us left,
Our steeper tunnels have helped with our payout,
Hunger is always in my fore mind,
I hope they return soon,

They are here! They found the party killed but not pillaged,
Someone kept them from delivering the food and tools!
I suggested that Gami may have, to keep it for himself,
This seems to be the accepted reason, But Give Thanks, FOOD!

Day 160
Sickness persists, total numbers are down to twelve,
The sounds of the dead are all around, I fear death,
Supplies are full, but morale is horrible,
The good earth continues to give up her gems,
Maybe we will finish this work and return home?
I have been called to fill in for deceased, work loads are increasing,

Day 166
I am completely exhausted, two more have died today,
But the others seem to be recovering, Our carts are almost filled,
There is hope for survival,
There are now ten of us, shifts are halved, and rations are doubled,
Work has slowed, The walls seem to breath, Telling us to leave,
I miss my table, my wine, and my wife,

Day Something
We have decided to turn back, We dug into a chasm,
The pic line broke into it, then the rocks they stood on fell,
We lost three good men, The chasm is deeper than we can see,
There is orange light and fog at the bottom,
It will be hard to push these carts up the steeper tunnels,
Supplies hold well, has bad luck returned?


Final Entry
It is all over, as we pushed our riches up and up, The floor broke,
Dropping us into another, older, tunnel, The gems went everywhere,
Two more men were crushed by rock and carts,
We have no way to return to the tunnel above us,
We do not know which way is out,
Furthermore our food sits ten feet above us, watching us starve,
Why did I not turn back when I had the chance,

**Sweetie I love you and I I .. Cannot say how much I need,:;,.. Without anywhere to see my.:'"; AHHHHhhhhh.....

A                                         Soul
it has no                        definite shape
but we do know            how it can be found,
Just look behind          our feeling and pain,
It defines our essence, Our most pure self
We carry it around everywhere we go,
It may not take up space, But we
know where it is, We can
not forget it or leave
it at home, It is
always with
us where
we go!

Candles flicker,
Shadows jump and dance,
In the room,
Where a woman stands,

She is beautiful,
By mans standards,
High brows and sculpted cheeks,
A temptress' smile,

She stands,
Still like a stone,
Dressed up,
Perfect make up,

The door shrieks,
and slowly opens,
She squeezes her eyes shut,
A chill from her toes to her nape,

She knows,
No man may pass though,
The door of the dead,
She can guess the spirit,

Her mind cuts back,
To an October day,
She lost everything,
And turned to him,

He gave her wealth,
He gave her looks,
He gave her Fame,
He became her all,

She gave him a promise,
She gave him her heart,
He stole her soul,
And comes to collect,

She recoils at the touch,
Of sharp ice,
And fiery Steel,
She recants,

But it is too late,
She is his,
He will ravage her,
In his eternal fire,

Huge spinning gears,
Large spurts of steam,
Clanking of metal pieces,
A constant roar of machinery,

Earth shaking steps,
A lumbering monster,
It moves with the power of an avalanche,
Crushing all in its path,

Somewhere just below,
A race of giants live,
Technology beyond belief,
Remnant of older nations,

Golden Machines,
Harder than steel,
Machines for war,
To guard their last,

None can find or comprehend,
The power that lies beneath,?A true titan below us,
The Automaton awaits,