fall down, fall down
how far does the rabbit hole go?
where are you? where are you?
do you even know?

too big, then too small
you don't belong
shrink some, grow some more
follow that rabbits song

two steps forward
one step back
keep marching on
you're on the right track

don't turn back
you've come so far
listen to the hatter
we all know who you are

save our homes
and save our souls
it's up to you now
to defeat the dragons and trolls

Decisions come from the turmoil of the mind. As it questions your character and self-righteousness. Choice, is the will to give your action an ending. Two kinds of consequences hover in the place of THAT choice. The Righteous consequence and the justified consequence. 
 The wise bring the righteous to the poor, they walk as lions, but herd as shepards to their sheep. Despite the unveiling indications of destruction, the time of glory will come to pass as the king.
 Our lives are not simple, we have destinys that were never heard of and rules that werent really applied. We are indeed mortal, but it does not make a fool out of the insane. A jester may jest to please his mistress, and fight a boar to please his lord, but his choice of action still stands and a question remains... Why?
 There is a simple resolution to the cause and effect. You gain important friendships to nobles and royalty, you get a whole new world of opportunities to boot. Decision... Comes from both the mind and the heart, you must choose who to follow at that time of strife.
 Young one.. My daughter. Disperse from the pride and wealth of people. Escape your past and seek true fortune from within your soul. The time of war for our kind has just begun! Mount your righteous dragon Jerusalem, he will serve you until death. Soar into battle! Now, in the heat of the moment. The battle of Rider versus kingdom commences. Seek out the Menoaya tree, uncover the truth and find victory. You are destined for greatness my dark one... Choose your path, I will love you always.. Goodbye, Kekay.

How do you find it?
I don't know!
Why are you asking me?
Because you're me, you should really look into these things you know.
But if we start to look, people might ask questions, and we all know how much we enjoy lots of questions.
But "people" will think we're different if we don't get ourselves together.
Do we care?
I don't know do we?
I think we do.
I think we don't!
Well we seem to be at a bit of a road block here.
Seems that way.
Maybe we should start by addressing these odd little conversations we have in our head.
But then who will I talk to?
I don't know people?
But people are.....people!!
Yeah you're right, guess we're just good the way we are!
Right? Who needs all those "normal people" anyways.
Bet they don't think about dragons!
Bet they don't talk to themselves in third person either.....
Ehh you win some you lose some, better to die with a smile and enjoying life than to fake it for their sake.
You know what? I think I like you!
I think I like you as well.
<3

in little shattered
bits of future
with cards and ash and radium
all spread around my brain
I wrap my fingers around your bone
to tug it away
from my heart
which you have been clinging to
for far too long
and I cast off
the phosphorous light
that have ignited my lungs
and filled my fists
with a rage
rivaled only
by the dragons
in stories my mother would read to me
until I fell asleep
clinging to a razorblade.

From a sun spitting its tears of flame
From those fires borne, the dragon came
And oh wonder, a foolish earth did seek to tame

Its claws were like molten iron, two eyes of that same ember flame
Its every step shook and scorched the ground, every breath evanished the rain
Its roar rattled bones and stilled hearts in their *******
And such a glare, few had a match or such courage to test

Upon burning wings and on its igneous cries!
A dragon heaved fire and set ablaze to the skies!
And none, righteous nor wicked, had darkness to hide

But it t'was not done for justice, nor to rally fears
T'was done simply because the sun had shed her tears.

Goodnight green eyes,
Your dreams await you in Silver-Lined skies,
Dreams of dragons, and fairies, and me,
and hopefully just a touch of mystery.
The sliding colors slipping silently through silky seas,
gliding gracefully over gallant gull wings,
whisking you away with a gentle breeze.
You see dragons and pirates,
fairies and gypsies,
tricksy little gnomes,
and flamboyant pixies,
you see them all tucking away,
hiding in there homes as their thoughts start to stray.
and as you glide gracefully over the sea,
your thoughts start to wonder what tomorrow will be,
will there be adventures or heart ache and loss,
or maybe even a romp through the moss,
you might not know now,
but theres something you do,
that someone you love,
is waiting for you.

I've felt exposed and blinded by light
And lately felt too free
But I love it when Dan says
*If you're warm, then you can't relate to me

A bird in an aurulent billed mud-face,Living as a four foot two inch dragon in a San Franciscan cave,
Lifts off from a hot breathed murmur of Gideon.
Even in night the whole grandeur of movement
Soaking in red beeping heart-pangs
Fasten to the thrusts of his arms.
This post of vainglory was the opening of the year.
In July's open pores,
On a spatial plateau of Dodonian oak.
The Penguin
Unveils his weakened voice.
Flattening into a wide arrow
Draped from Carina he
Sails Westward. Barefooted through the Anavros
Molting under deep helplessness and melancholia.
With his inlaid eyes faced askance
The penguin broods
Among the day's songs
Cast into the poetry of the lyre,
Stretched upwards from Paradise Bay to Colchis,
Where his ebony wings
Soak into the palms of Peleus
Suffering only where the arrows have flung.
Downside up, with children in a pocket of blood,
Among supergigantic siren songs and muse poems
Sewing teeth into a spot of Earth
Races towards a column of toppling strakes.