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For the Sparrows Jan 2013
Who will love a little Sparrow?
Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
"Not I," said the Oak Tree,
"I won't share my branches with
no sparrow's nest,
And my blanket of leaves won't warm
her cold breast."

Who will love a little Sparrow
And who will speak a kindly word?
"Not I," said the Swan,
"The entire idea is utterly absurd,
I'd be laughed at and scorned if the
other Swans heard."

Who will take pity in his heart,
And who will feed a starving sparrow?
"Not I," said the Golden Wheat,
"I would if I could but I cannot I know,
I need all my grain to prosper and grow."

Who will love a little Sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the Earth,
"For all I've created returns unto me,
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."
These are lyrics to the song "Sparrow" by Simon & Garfunkel. I had the urge to share this beautiful wonderful piece. Defiantly recommend checking out this song.
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Whether the heavens cry
or shine brightly
whether the seas roar
of if they gently lick the shore
she will be there
dancing,
dancing her sorrows away.

As long as her heart beats
As long as she has reason
she will never stop
dancing her demons away.
A character of mine under development. I have met many people with amazing motivation and it brings me inspiration. It is my hope that I can be inspiring for others too. The dancer has became a result of their inspiration.
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Legs of skin so smooth
thin, and small *****
Thighs of muscles firm
sleek cheeks the perfect size
not fat and not white
speckled with hair.
hips of balance
never protruding
ideal for the lovers hands
belly firm and skin free of  
more dreaded speckled hair
steady hourglass torso
******* that perk
shoulders and bisceps
that cannot be pinched
arms soft and frail
for gentle strokes.
A smile of teeth, not gum
A face small and round.
Lips that know how
to kiss.

Like her.
or her.
or even her.
Everyday.
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
There is a river is flowing
where no eye has seen
and no hand has touched

You might say it does not exist

I believe it does.

Not far from the river
in a forest rich and lush of green
lives a particular tree
thick and tall it towers all
roots grow deep in the blessed earth
under the mountains they stretch
even under the river,
which helps it flow.  

This tree, like the river,
no eyes have seen.
no hands have touched.

Other then mine.

You say it does not exist.

Watch as I bring them to life.
"Everything you can imagine is real." -anonymous
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
You spoke no words
only with your wonderful eyes
sadly, the memory of the colour has faded
soon everything will
because I awoke
You truly wanted me
and I gave myself to you
lips sealing,
hearts beating,
adrenaline heating.
Perhaps I underestimate
my abilities with my kiss
It seems easier
when I know he wants it
It was easy.
The hardest part
was accepting the dream.
and knowing I will
never be able to return
to him.
A familiar face
with golden hair
and delighted smile
when he met mine.
No words.
Only the kiss.
and the touch
of our hands uniting.
He loved me
for who I was,
what he saw,
he wanted....me.
I cannot make sense
of this dream.
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
I am just waiting for something to happen.
that will save me from the demon.
he has followed me
for more then five years time
you may as well be my shadow.
Amidst my times of joy
he will strike
and consume me.
weak and broken,
I am just waiting for something to happen.
Over and over again.
When will the demon leave me be?
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Faces...faces
I have many faces
I am the Happy Mask Salesman,
travelling from far away places*

We met in purgatory
I became lost on a familiar street
city lights flickering
Where could I be?
And I heard his eerie chuckle
echo in the night
I became full of fright.
Was the voice far away
or was it near?
Then he spoke...

Lost are we my dear?

Appearing from the dim yellow glow
a man dressed in violet
greeted me with his grin
and a hello.

Faces...faces
I have many faces
I am the Happy Mask Salesman,
travelling from far away places


There a mountain of a bag
on his frail skinny back
Indeed it contained faces
Indeed he was a seller of masks
Why do you sell these sir?
I had to ask
to push away fear
with my curiosity

He laughed lightly,
perfect teeth reflecting.

Oh my dear,
it's quite fascinating you see!
Wear a mask,
and you can be who you want to be!


Now I wanted to know more
The devil has intrigued me.

If I don't like what I see,
I don't have to be me?

*That's right.
My exploration of the representations of this significant character from Majora's Mask. I have been conjuring this idea for quite some time.
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