Once in a forest far away,
Undecided by society.
Living beings strive,
To protect the landscape.

Calling it home..
Majestic mountains,
Fruitful valleys..
Simply breath taking.

Desire of the King's Mountain,
Rumor has it,
That A dragon lives in the cave.

Fire breathing dragon,
Majestic...
Like the landscape.

Mother's tear,
The cave,
*of the scorned.

We may not be alone
in our belief
we're alone.

**** negative people.
Make love with positive people.

One learns much
by teaching
and teaches much
by learning-

too bad
education
has nothing to do with
edification
(as we seem to know it)

The Spirit guide thee,
Through turmoil and strife.
To seek wisdom,
In my newborn life.

Grow in happiness,
And also pain.
Learn which way to turn,
In the pouring rain.

Spirit guide me,
In sickness and health.
Keep my heart pure,
When I hurt myself.

Keep your hands,
To catch me when I fall.

Keep watch over me,
Guide me through this world.

Who is this poet?

Is he faithful to his poetry
as good as pretends to be
or his heart is ever on the darkside
nowhere near of what he writes.

Who is this poet?

Is his hat real or fake
he’s weak and easily breaks
he aims only to teach
never follows all that he preach.

Who is this poet?

Is he really that sweet
joyous and good as his wit
does he expose truly his heart
or the real he hides behind his art.

Who is this poet?

Does he have in him
all his painted dream
the lover’s happiness
he does profess.

Who is this poet?

Is at heart he's that pure
what with words he conjures
or all them are just his arty wile
he's merely spinning tales in style.

Sandman comes 'n starts t' raise
Golden dunes o' fairy land
A world o' dreams ahead now lays
Come on lovely close yer eyes, 'n

By th' gods o' sea 'n sky
Start 'n sail on puffy clouds,
'n with them green 'n pretty eyes
Steer yerself t' cotton grounds,

Dream o' love 'n joy 'n sea
Made o' liquid silk 'n gold,
As a cap'n ye shall be
Sailing in th' Nevertold,

Hoist yer colours in th' blue
'n trust th' heart t' point the way,
Ye be sailing straight 'n true
T' th' port o' Dreamland Bay.

It is usually better
to regret what you did do
than
to regret what you didn't.