dear you:
recently I've been getting my hopes up
and I've been meaning
to take the shuttle there myself
but it's been so long
since I've made that trip
I'm not sure I still bleed
the way I used to
I haven't existed in a while
and maybe now I'm see-through
but if you do
get here, if you do find
yourself here wandering
in the galleries
of this
library
I must tell you
there's a possibility
that you might not find me

there's little
left
of me now
and if you ask the book-runner
for my name
she might give you
my dusty diary

if it's any consolation
you can always find me here

you can always come here

Though ive told many lies,
I've given a million smiles.
The majority has spoken,
They can see for miles and miles.
Beyond the misty mountain,
Through the seven seas.
I envision a triumphant return,
Beyond our histories.

Encapsulate the greatness,
While its still here to give.
They saved this gift just for you,
While we're still here to live.
Many sought to hear them,
Though they've fallen on deaf ears.
This song will continue to be sung.....
For years and years and years...

Like the prophet in the sky,
His words hold so much truth.
Though hes just a normal guy,
Giving wisdom from a booth.
"Common human decency, a given"
Thats what id like to say.
Though the common human idiot,
Proves me wrong each every day.

Graceful as a bird on the wing
Opening its beak to sing;
Slender hands dancing to and fro,
Weaving gossamer threads of snow;
Eyes piercing as shards of ice,
Quick to name fate’s price;
Lips as dainty as a flower bud,
Red as the color of fresh blood;
Ears with slightly pointed tips,
Soft as velvet, yet sharp as whips;
A tiny little button nose,
Slender as the petals of a rose;
Hair as golden as a ray of sun,
Shining when the day is done;
I saw her amongst the golden trees,
But deaf ears fell upon my pleas,
And on fleeting feet she fled,
Back to her mossy forest bed.

One blustery night while I stood on my stoop,
I looked at the dark forest back behind the lonely chicken coop,
And from its deep depths I heard a strange sound,
Perhaps one of a creature that has yet to be found.

My insatiable curiosity overthrew my fear,
And against my will, my feet drew me near,
Closer and closer toward the ominous gloom,
That seemed to whisper to me of my impending doom.

I found myself standing upon the dark forest path,
Completely unaware of the beast within’s boiling wrath,
For all was forgotten in the midst of the tempest that blew,
Obliterating all the sense of direction that I ever knew.

I wandered lost among the gnarled and knotted vines,
Unable to see anything except the tree trunks’ ghostly outlines,
And in despair, I thought of the warm hearth awaiting me,
Longing to hear the cheerful whistling of my steaming *** of tea.

But my pleasant thoughts were interrupted by a footfall,
And a cold hand clamped over my mouth before I could call,
Its talons pressed deep into my neck, and my heart began to pound,
The fatal blow came, and my body slipped limp to the ground...