A night she won't remember
A night she won't recall
it was the night she lost her mind
she took a tumble, and a fall
Fireplaces were in the walls, and she heard voices in her head
She prayed to God so hard that day, and she wished that she were dead.
She saw manaquins on the stairs, and candles in the air
A woman floated past her with green, and purple hair
There was music playing inside her head
She tried to change the channel but an Opera played instead
A Deputy came into her room n- said the alian's will be here soon
He told her there's a "One World Order", and that she will have to begin to choose.
The Deputy said she should be moving on to the sound of beating drums
mentioning algorithms while he sang a very creepy song ---
It's a night she won't remember/a night she won't recall.
It was a night that she lost her mind n'took a tumble, and a fall.
Aliens came in the middle of the night.
Ever since that happened her soul hasn't felt that right
the aliens had warned her...
you're now one of us tonight.

Fly away sweet butterfly
you don't have to give yourself away
to anyone on this day
don't you know
you shine like the sun
even though you feel undone
wrecked by passion
wrecked by love
follow that sweet shining dove
it's just ahead
up in the sky
just keep soaring
way up high
fly away sweet butterfly
be safe and free
keep your good nature
tenderly.

A moment of silence for the castaway
for the sibling, and daughter they threw away
because there's always one black sheep
the one a family will not keep
pushed aside when they speak their truth
and, it all began in their youth
The Queen bee dismissed the one
causing the castaway to come undone...
without some ground to stand upon
or, kind support from anyone --
when trials came she stood alone
she couldn't even pick up the phone
the castaway cry's at night
tears of sadness
tears of fright
into the darkness she must go
because she's tired, and all alone.

Painting words upon a shelf
we paint with colors for hope, and love
for our health
to have to hold
to keep like wealth.
I pray somehow I'll touch your soul
throughout the seasons
that we may know
painting words through it all
we protect each other
from potential falls...
we paint with words
like blankets of warmth
like soft down feathers 
we weave our words
so beautifully together
these books we've painted
upon our shelves
tell a story
of love, and wealth.

Racing, quickly, moving swiftly..
I touch your soul
you touch mine
Like a book you've read before
you know my lines
I know yours
there's a meeting of the minds
that lets me know you're my kind
of man that can understand
the way I am --
Yes, the way I am --
It feels like a galaxy of stars
rushing in on planet Mars
an ecstasy of bliss
I've never felt like this
before
You see...
it was always one night stands
shadows out the door
I know it won't happen anymore
Racing, quickly, moving, swiftly
a meeting of the minds
now I know that you're my kind
a man that understands
keeping up with me
doesn't come so easily
yet you do it
with so much style...
I think I'll hang out...
for awhile.

I am drifting
drifting
I have no home
I am like a weightless
rolling stone
out on the water/out on my own
drifting/drifting
I am all alone
no attachments
to any love
only blue sky
and, white clouds
up above
I am water
I am air
drifting
drifting
everywhere
I do not want
I do not know
I am like a weightless
rolling stone
drifting
drifting
that is all I know
I am now
I am then
I keep
drifting/drifting
again,
again --
a million stars
a million breathes
without a memory of any *deaths

K is the letter for forceful action
it's not a letter
that likes distraction..
In the light
it shines in white
in the dark
it's no
"walk in the park"
Nonconformist
Defiant
it's
Misunderstood...
R stands for ****
romance
ravishing..
robust...
it rhymes with lust...
S stands for slinky
sultry
****
soft
yet, sassy
n' everything silky...
The KRS letters
all together
make her slinky n' soft
n' she's everything...
bold
be careful with her..
she's a challenge to hold.

Rock me to sleep, and I will curl up in your strong arms
with your words you cradle me from harm
softly, softly you rock me with your arms
gently rocking me to to sleep from anyone who wants to harm
my soul to hurt — or, my soul to keep —
a soul like mine that’s pure, and good
darling, darling I feel understood
for the first time a man that will watch over me
who see’s my spirit
who see’s me.

I feel you moving inside my soul
you move me
and, I have no control
you take me to other fields
you take me where I have no shields
a woman that's always held her ground
Steady. Strong. Fierce
A lioness stare that could pierce.
A woman that knows she belongs
Still. A woman that longs...
longs for love
the kind of love
where she belongs.

you are a man I've never known
you are a man that's helped me grow.

I am your midnight sonata under a bright round moon
under the stars by the sea you've been echoing my name
calling me to be by your side in this hour/this moment
our shared century...
you sing to me
piercing my heart with your arrow with precision
through the notes that you play
through all of the notes that you sing...
it feels like a dream..when I am with you
overwhelming me with all of these gifts that you bring...
allow me to breathe in your love
I am your Queen/I am a star in the sky
I am the deep color blue in the ocean sea...
in your midnight sonata
I share all of your  hopes, and your dreams.

The time that divides us is the speed of sound
but always, always --
our world keeps turning round, and round
In dreams -- perhaps, we may meet
and, yours  a familiar face of warm memory's -- the one,
I fondly greet
You --
a poet or, painter -- on a Paris street
And Me --
mysterious eyes  
the kind that secrets always keep
a wistful smile of feminine wile
cultured, and fair
with fine clothes, and red hair
Time will slow down
and, there will be no divide
with fluttering memory's
that rush inside
I know when I find you
and, you find me
this time, this time --
this time again
our parallel universe's will collide
and, they will transcend
circling forward, and backward
again, and again --
like two cradling swans
loving again.

In darkness, and in light this Goddess travels through the night
with her sword within her hands, a true warrior Goddess of distant lands.

She casts her magic across clover fields, strong in spirit, strong in mind, she's a Goddess of truth, and she's also kind. Cross her path even once, she'll make sure you're good n' done.

Green eyed Goddess from the Orleans, she only seeks victory, if you meet her in this life, remember to bow down on bended knee. She's the moon, and she's the stars, on her white horse she travels far.

She wields her sword through the air, like a lion roaring right at you
you'll feel her spirit passing through.

In the darkness, and in the light, this Goddess knows what's right.
Charging forward on her horse, she never feels remorse.
With golden hair, and her green eyes, she leads her army to victory.

Like Joan of Arc on a vision quest, she never has to guess. What is dark, and what is light, this Goddess knows what's right.

I caught a glimpse of you across the street
your eyes scorned my torn clothes, and ***** feet

I glanced away quickly on that day
feeling judged, and embarrassed to look this way --

I keep a pen, and paper in my hand to write my stories
I describe what's in my soul and, who I am.
I hope one day someone remembers me
I was once a great fighter in the Baltic Sea
a captain of a great ship called the Marna Dee

Now I beg for warm places to lay my head
I beg for dollars, and for dimes
wishing daily that I'll get fed.

I beg for stories on the street
through all the strangers that I meet
who offer more than scornful eyes
that pay me kind, and cheerful smiles
when they happen to walk on by.

If I could be a color I would be a crimson red
painting hearts with my quill feathers
while dancing playfully around your bed.

If I could be an angel in your dreams
I would float you gently on my cloud
softly rocking you with my wings
so that you know you're safe, and sound.

If I could be a song of love
I would sing it just for you
I would sing it every day --
so that you know I love you too.

Bismarck Bessie was her name
n’ she could shoot as well
as Calamity Jane
She could out run those bad boys
(like Jesse James)
riding her horse backwards
n’ put ‘em to shame
Now, Bismarck Bessie was on her game
Ahead of her time that’s for sure
cause she was all about women's rights
Oh, she raised some hell
and, liked to spit n’ fight
n’ speak her mind
Hell, on any night!
She had a flame in her soul
and, furious eyes
that could light up a room
when she spotted lies
She was brave, and bright
n’ true to herself
never believe’n in some White Knight
Oh, sure there was Bill n’ Bobby
and, Robbie Joe…
one things for sure
this I know…
Bismarck Bessie was true to her soul.

You should know by now that everyone see’s
what they want to see
Yeah, their own version of a fantasy

it’s so twisted, and conflicted
it’s so manic n’ sadistic
cause they’ll color you with love
then they'll color you with hate
you better run right now
cause time is run'n late
Oh, and girl --
You’ve met him a million times
Oh yeah,  you've memorized all his lines
cause, it’s a pattern that you know
called the one trick pony show

He likes his women dressed like dolls
(when he decides to finally call)
he rates you on a scale from one to ten
You say -- not this *&%# again!
before you hang up on the phone
you scream, "You're so creepy, and you're lame"
Whoops - I just forgot your name

you'd  end up being the bi*ch or,
you could end up being the saint
or, maybe it's so **** twisted
they really got so addicted
to all the pain, and the pleasure
(you were his little treasure)
that he so sadistically inflicted
Paint you, black —
Paint you, blue —

Yeah, paint you until he’s through

I won’t let you take me down
No, baby looks like I’ve won this final round
I’m tired of boxing with fists n’ gloves with you
can’t you just admit that we’re finally through
it’s been the same old song
it’s been the same old tune
let me go
let me go
leave me sleeping in my own bed
let me weep
let me sleep
I have my own sadness, and tears to shed
my own shattered dreams of what could have been
they’ve all been blown up
they’ve all been burned up to no end —
So let me go
let me go —
release my soul
I want to go
I want to go
Please leave me in silence
leave my soul alone
You have harmed me for too long
it’s time for you to move along
let me go
let me go
let me fly
my angel wings
have waved goodbye.

Beyond the meadow near a wooded field
a long held mystery was revealed
                               a key...
                                       a map...
                                             a hidden door...
were all just waiting to be explored.

A small hand reaches for the key unlocking magic for a child to see...
                                      the map...
                                             the door
                                                   begin to glow
to a whispering voice...
                                      "There's more to know"
Enter
Lilith a child of nine who's convinced she's lived a million times...
Enter
Fairies            
                                       fluttering around from right to left....
                                       guiding her toward the path that's best.

An angel whispers once again...
                                       "Careful of creatures disguised as friends"
Narrator
A force,
           or -- hand,
                     began to pull her in
                                              and, soon she began to fall, and spin.

And so the journey now begins ...
                                    Lilith wakes in Faraway
                                              
a place she dreamed to go one day.

EXT. Faraway - NIGHT

FADE IN:

Narrator

Lilith see's creatures crawling everywhere
                                         they all have green eyes, and purple hair...

                                                   TO BE CONTINUED

Near is the friend that will let you begin again
that gives you grace, and love when it is needed
until you can own it, and believe it.

Near is the friend that comforts you when you're sad
or, wipes away your happy tears when you're glad
who never leaves your side
even when you want to run, and hide.

Near is the friend that can look into your eyes
and, will never tell you lies
that uses words you know are wise
telling you everything will be fine
who strengthens your spirit all the time.

There are seven doors floating just above in front of me
It's a dream I have night after night
I rush into stars/I rush into flight/I rush into this dream--
night after night
like chapters unfolding in a book
sometimes I'm afraid
to even look
at what mystery, magic, or darkened road
may be waiting behind each un-opened door
I wish I knew before I opened
one through seven
Cause'...you know
I'm not quite ready for hell, or heaven
I don't want to see what's on the other side
but I know that I cannot hide
from twilight, midnight, sunlight, on a given day
mystery unfolds/come what may
behind a door
dragons, demons, darkness
light
there's a spell that's cast
each night
1, 2, 3, 4, are the numbers on the doors
5, 6, 7, 8
I open the door
then through the gate
suddenly I see the number 8,
wondering what to anticipate.

No, no-- I gotta go
I gotta go like Jackie-O
cause she had style n' she had grace
Yeah, she always finished in first place
I'll spend some time with you in mind
Baby only, if you treat me kind
cause' I've been all there, and I've done all that
I will exit like a bored black cat
cause talk is cheap and --and, now I know
I'm not some blondie in your show
Uhhh-yeah--
now bring it all back
bring it all back ~ bring it ~ bring it
bring it like that...
Oh, n yeah'
I'll be your baby/I'll be your cat
just bring it ~ bring it
bring it like that...
I'll make you sing
as I scratch your back
ha-ha --
cause don't you know, Oh
I'm like a Jackie-O-
Oh n' yeah...
I like it - like it
when you do it like *that...

Adeline lives in  Far Away
where magic fairies with dragons float on  rainbows n' candy
all night, n' day
She took a trip down Abby road where giants live with
talking toads
on a weekend out with friends
where Adeline has decided to go again
but this time she won't be calling home
her parents lost her long ago
tripping down Abby road...

*Adeline is only twelve years old

White noise like white light
it's the sound I hear
when I dream at night
You greet me on angel wings
when we fly into sacred white
a sacred white that holds no sound
encompassed by holy ground
We decide which way to fly
as Stars, and Planets float on by

I always felt sorry for poor Eddie Yooper
who was bullied, and teased by mean Tommy Cooper
our school bus would bump up to his road
to a house that looked incredibly shabby n' old
Nine brothers, and sisters --
I think there were even more
they had goats walking in n' out a missing front door
and, little Eddie Yooper couldn't help that he was poor
One day I stood up to mean Tommy Cooper
That's when I yelled,
Knock it off - this has to end!
Eddie Yooper is cool, and he is my friend!
Now we're all grown up, and I'm happy to say
that all through the years --
he is my best friend to this day.

I watched an eagle circling high
right into a stormy sky
his graceful wings were spread out far, and wide
and, he used the wind to speed then dive
to feed his family, and survive.
I followed him to his nest where the mother
warmed their young ones with her wings, and chest.
I wondered how simple life could be
if we came together you, and me.
There is nothing we couldn't solve
then perhaps humanity would evolve
by sharing our eagle wings to those in need
just think of all the nations we could feed
we have to start all of this here at home
there are just too many of us that feel alone
spread your love like eagle wings
*and, watch the beautiful peace it brings.

Diana’s been running through dark forests from a man
n’ for years he’s been hunting her
hunting her like a lion because he can
Yeah, he told her I can’t help it
I’m a man, man- man
Diana, he’d say
You —
No, you just don’t understand
this is just the way I am
he’d say he was really sorry/n’ then he’d buy her cards n’ flowers
a week or month would go on by
Diana, never knew when or, why
he would hurt her until she cried
Yeah — he was Dr. Jekyl/he was Dr. Hyde
Yeah — n’ Diana never knew when or, why

Until, it happened, again
n’ again
Diana, he’d say
You —
No, you just don’t understand
this is just the way I am
I’m a man, man, man-
n’ for way too long he tried to buy her silence from his hands
Until one day Diana made a plan
n’ she went n' left that nasty man

Diana’s still hunted to this day
n’ she’s always moving
Yeah, she never stays
he’ll never find her
No, cause she’s gone away
Yeah, she's gone, gone, faraway --

I'm flying on the wings of a dove
on white wings
we're flying in the sky above
dipping to get a better view
we're moving so fast
I want this ride to last
and, last....
Oh, it's so blue
blue up here in the sky
where we're flying
Oh, so high.

Whatever happened to old fashion romance
when the ladies were ladies with the gents, and they danced?
Letters were written about how they were smitten
scented with roses, and sealed with red wax
the thrill was always when their lover wrote back
when courtship was always a classy affair
and, it didn't involve a whip, and a chair
When sharing popcorn was a big deal
you knew it was love, and it was for real
back in the days when you maybe held hands
so you knew that he loved you, and he was your man
Whatever happened to old fashion romance
when butterfly's happened with just a short glance?
I guess I'm just an old fashion girl who misses the days
when we danced, and we twirled.