Once upon a little girl
Opened her eyes to see the world
Eyes so bright a cry too sweet
With hands so little she would meet
She would cry she would smile
Alive,innocent and fragile
Un aware she who was
She who not knew the cause
The snakes were like fairy maids
One she thought had magic wands
To give her every thing she wants
But they were wolves in  sheeps skin
They would howl they wont bleat
Soon the truth could be seen
How could she not believe
When the wolf was like a mother eve
Soon the time would come and flee
She would call is it me
But she is not for her to see
When they are born in place of me
Youre not a child for us to keep
Finding they were not the sheeps
But wolves that howl in night so deep
They bite they growl but they never sleep
Should i bow should i kneel
Would i be served another meal
Should i stay or should i flee
Or should i run away from me
But one starry night he comes
Piping a flute as he hums
Singing me a melody
Tell me ways how to flee
Thinking happy thoughts you see
Growing up is not the key
Sitting by the window pane
Perched there as he says
Do you want to run away
Soaring the skies as we stay
Gazing the stars as we play
Climbing wild on every tree
Take my hand and lets be free
Isnt it your heartfelt plea
In that land where you shall flee
This is the place called neverland
The Lagoon with its sparkling sand
You and I hand in hand
With a little bit of pixie dust
With hope and little bit of trust
Look me in the eyes and see
Fill with wonder ,Fill with glee
Second to the right and see
A star full of happy dreams
Straight on till the sweet morning
Its where they always be warning
Dont be afraid just come to me
Ill be the one to set you free
Pretty fairies you shall meet
Pirates ,Captain hook and Smee
All that pain shall fade away
Holding you in my arms and say
Growing up is a mortal's way
Together forever we shall stay
Young, alive and happy you say
Its a curse its a dream
An angel of death i could be
Do you still wish to stay
I could **** i could slay
Every one who disobeys
Wishing of growing up one day
All those lost boys would say
But i would not be one of those
I hate those words they would say
Grow up and marry one day
But i wish to choose i wish to stay
You cant be a girl anymore
You shall be caged forevermore
I promise i wont be the wendy bird
Who never stayed who never heard
I shall stay i shall play
In neverland if you say
Come peter take me away
In neverland if you say
Come peter set me free
From this mundane reality
Come peter love me please
Hold my hand and never leave
I shall stay i shall play
In neverland if you say
              _tsuki no ume~

A frog eating flies in a bog
Told a princess, "I'm a prince, not a frog!
     I'm cursed with a curse
     That your kiss'll reverse."
So she kissed him, and he turned into a dog.

The casino owner,
Loved taking money from others.
Just set a million-dollar prize,
And everyone is surprised,
So they flock to the casino,
To ruin their lives.
Not that the owner cares,
Money in his pocket,
To pay for all his affairs.
All of the money,
Anyone could ever want,
So he spent it,
To expand the gambling.
More bills rolled in,
Which he used to pay the bills,
Of the growing establishment.
No amount of money,
Was ever enough,
And eventually,
The casino owner went bankrupt.
The people were tired of being lied to,
So they started a mob,
And robbed the casino.
They burned it to the ground,
No more money to be found.

To speak out of turn, before the hour, allow me to welcome dear all that minded the call to witness truth, to sure the certain under law stand to see God in word of proverb to one reason all heared for greater good of all to one hope the house of just filled the endweek to open an act upon the best as far beauty of divine principle of kindness for brother soul to keep, new session to roles take heart to part in power entrusted to serve the hour of honor to do right by fellow we are in land we love of King we have art poetry and tells to love enemy and live flowerlike to be perfect. Before breaking the seal of the letter to cause, to keep in order be to praise our fathers gods as our tradition of one we kept of freedom practice and manifest and carry out in authority of our cross a thorn from a crown to Emanuel once again, as Sealers of right to humbled a brother's brother writ the word and kindest of power to grant Fathersons to granted have. In spirit as told be e'spected and 'cerned as the Kingdom always hearts to world be ever is for since, part from evil, allow the heart a rest, recognize the year, to bless. By the hammer to fall in love of fate what The truth and time in right of all the saved. To live and let die and sing in cora grato witt to the Collector of Gods at will of worth values the time and the date to the ship Daughter of Jerusalem, the first of the one we trust in and endure with and love to mother be where home.
Hear here. The seassion be! May the day be fair and more. Be most of man be god to measure the guilt compare to world have the higher order at heart and father foremost what lessons of merci to light a candle to beat the dark in kindness all living answers to, for question give, dont ask for life get to keep. Once learned to cry. Cry never again. Love like God in nine ways a year to star a map of ships to like a home keep way be sun and north to letter find marvel at the seal break, of all what accused a child of god poor in spirit the soul of forever to be, already dressed in white for god to sin is hell to water a field to hope for god and list before opened to dare a **** to who heared and written enough torn in half for heavens favore be kept in grace of what will or wont why. For God or devil what spoke of king the coin that two sides to lack to have to know a lion a child a man should if hour to art the minutes to second coming to wave a million stars i soul to be milion days to have hundred ways and folds and times to: Gods been generous to we, heared say for all are fed. And the coin flips and lands and magic cast a ward to love by heart a hundred fold a kiss the coin to land its fruit for whoever first all the sweet to sunny or rain to  ignorance at stake n'sider nevermore be knowles mind to nevertheless inthought might to deny, bite from a bliss what ignorance the laugh of joke never heared and a world to forget never knew a hundred dreams it dreamt to have had a book of blank pages to witness a miracle at will call symethry a rose to shape a heaven verse a hymn to rise and fall to glad to all what been too have to allow heart a rest of hearts it beats laughs to voice and dreams asleep times to wake to know better for other tree there by the taste of no word to tell of what have but to compare to be best a very long word to name a soul as worst a very long time to take from death to birth as many drops to rain to be the daily bread of all apple tree of knowing to knowing better for desert of different sort to bare in surreal if soul the tree of life god picked and songbirds taught to sing a child be fed of seethrough the of light golden dawn to palms of hands have drink of grapes the wine of what gods do and immortal the core of no other tree bares for sake of love of endless to be come death over took but death one too many to live and die in romance instead of heart of gold to bet a final beat to enough to beatitude a serenade and reaper smile for the moment if wouldnt be the last wouldnt be forever and wonderful of souls tree grew a branch, to be like them.. i was recognized to be too dear to loose way to won to second born have come to win over the world. To be. I am. For the house be just

Once upon a time-
Begins in parallel life
The story of love
Not completely true
But not without its value
That halts because internal worth
Is measured by different meters.

And time was of the essence.
Yet time lingered in flesh
Vivid gift of memory  
Sweet sweat trickled down her back
Cradling his head in her lap.

When time again began,
Light shone through cracks
in the perfection.

One, occupied by burdensome things,  
Constrained.
Unready for change,
Overwhelming helter-skelter.

The other, craved a mention
Between chaotic interventions,
And, possibly a promise-
A hope for more than
“A day at a time.”

Passion turning languid,
Green-eyed-monsters birthed.
Words unspoken swallowed,
And spit out in garbled tongue.

Led to the perfect storm
of a time whence upon
Two lovers grew apart
But couldn’t part.

So they lived and loved
in parallel dimensions
Never forgetting.
Never regretting.

The ink was blood, the page was bone,
She wrote her tale by grave alone.
No stars above, no breath of breeze—
Just whispers crawling through the trees.

The house stood crooked, lost in time,
Its halls were thick with ash and grime.
Each mirror cracked with silent screams,
Each room a vault of shattered dreams.

He loved her once in days now dead,
Before the curse, before he bled.
She wore her grief like silken lace,
And stitched his name across her face.

The tale she wrote could never end—
For death, she said, is not the end.
He walks with her in veil and frost,
A phantom bound to all she lost.

The final line she dared not write—
It waits, it breathes, it dreams at night.
And if you read this far, take care…
The tale still watches from the stair.

4.4.2025

-This i've seen time and know too well



Some time ago in a land of snow, there lived an honest young woman named Zilpah Hope Drake.

Though she played by the rules of her society, she could never ever catch a break.

Day and night, her  village ceaselessly accused her of having a dark cloud above her head,

Even her beloved family joined in on bullying her and her best friend named Fred.

Disheartened by the abuse she underwent every day, she was overcome with sorrow,

So Zilpah Hope Drake, desperate to flee her suffering ended her life on the morrow.