everyday i sit down and write myself a rhyme.

getting  out my feelings while  passing on the time.

then i sit and read it while looking what i wrote.

do the same tomorrow and write another quote.

Three rounded ***** of fallen snow
With mismatched celluloid buttons
Sprigs of pine for makeshift ears
A nose from the carrot patch
Burlap scarf to keep him warm
He's really quite a catch!

What wonders I have seen
life in all it's myriad of beauty
in those younger days
innocence reigned supreme

Yet all my hopes of a good life
with the songs of love resounding
no, all I hear are the drums of battle
the first time I did, I lost my innocence

Now my sword is drenched in the blood of my foes
and all the dreams I had, have now dissipated
fighting to bring peace, does not really make sense
all I want back is my childhood innocence

They say, a warrior is always a warrior
they say. they don't change their spots
but I still believe I need not them attack
as all I want is my innocence back


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

rafferty and riley decided they would fish
go down to the river to catch a tasty dish.

sat there with there rods and a sandwich tin
when riley got a bite and the fish had pulled  him in.

rafferty  went to help but on the bank he slipped
then poor rafferty in the water dipped.

they were soaking wet and clambered to the shore
and neither one of them went fishing anymore.