When I was a child,
I would wake,
To a brand new world,
My mind would take,

With an ounce of solace,
From being within my dreams,
I would fight the world,
To remain in my sheet's,

Because like a caterpillar,
I would be cocooned snugly in my bed,
But would be washed out like the spider,
When the curtains opened and shone light upon my head,

With a new spring in my step,
I would flee downstairs,
For I knew there would be a breakfast -
To which no other could compare!

For my breakfast was no ordinary meal,
As I used to eat wishes with cereal and milk,
A dish where a wish could be made real!

I stare into a knowledgeable warm light,
This, my last plight, this, my last sight.

I stare into a new horizon,
A day that's yet to dawn but shows its effervescent self in the air to come.

I stare into what is to become,
At technology's twist in the fated hand of man, what - if it could - would it reprimand?

I stare into what I've become,
The man, the idea and the decision.

I stare longingly into my love,
My heart, my spirit, my mind.

I stare into what seems an eternity,
On the field banks of mortality, I wave to what seems detached from me.

I stare into nothingness,
Which resonates a universal pitch in which I play my harp harmoniously.

I have stared and realised all that I have missed,
As I spent so long looking that I forgot to live.

When I was born,
From my mother torn,
I screamed out my first breath,
From my lungs.

From there my senses grew,
Everything a-new,
A whole world,
Was just one room.

But from there we grow,
We seem to know the same.
The curtain's drawn,
On intelligence now tame.
As we copy and paste,
Our own mind frames,
So tell me when, will there,
Be change?

If you,
Could change the world today,
What would you change?
I'd open every mind,
and every window to let -
Love shine in!
As hatred is too cold,
For the blood that,
Runs through my veins.
I want everybody to come to realise that,
We're differently the same!

When I was but a teen,
I still lived a dream,
that we could be,
what we want to be.

But from there I found,
That the worlds not round,
It's pretty linear,
Depending on where you see.

But from there we grow,
We seem to know the same.
The curtain's drawn,
On intelligence now lame.
As we copy and paste,
Our own mind frames,
So tell me when, will there,
Be change?

If you,
Could change the world today,
What would you change?
I'd open every mind,
and every window to let -
Love shine in!
As hatred is too cold,
For the blood that,
Runs through my veins.
I want everybody to come to realise that,
We're differently the same!

So take a look at yourself,
and your own concepts,
your own reasons and feelings,
the things that you believe in,
Can't you find that we all have our own,
and they're all intertwined,
Because through empathy,
we are one unity,
that's all but differently...

...The same!

*Lyrics taken from 'Differently the Same', written and played by Josh Whitton.

Tis' the hour of the day
when the christian people say
to Adonai, "may I be forgiven?"

But in an hour or two
as the Christian folk do
I'll be back to my easy livin'

Lord grant me the strength
to yearn for your shield
Please allow me the light to see
and give me the nerve
to love those I serve
keep me on the path, this I plea

Not because I you should
but because you are good
should you act on the prayers I pray
and when i am done
when my battles are won
the following words shall I say:

Hallelujah, praise the Lord!
more than worthy is the Lord of praise!
May I forever sing songs
of the one who stayed strong
may I rejoice in the Lord all my days!

I want that thing between your legs.
the whole grand scale of it.
the promises of it.
the taste of it.

I need that thing behind your chest.
the whole of it
deepest of all of it
the containment of it.

I long to be that girl.
who has the flesh of it.
who is the being of it.
- just to be it.

I need that thing between your legs
I must serve it.
I must **** it.
I must have all of it.
If that's all of you I get
I must have all of it.

Thou art not the one I want to write about;
but it appears that I have no brighter choice.
The only one that seems to bear no fault;
and lives a life full of merriment and bliss.

And thy, thy name! So delicate as a summer laughter
With hands so imbued with clarity and brave power.
I believe thou art such an ingenious lover;
but frail as thou hath always been; weak and fragile
under thy harmonious cover.

And shall I be treading these paths, tomorrow noon;
whenst I'll come across a dainty flower by the lagoon.
Amongst those ripe cherries-there is one too like thee,
so mysterious and sometimes gazes awkwardly at me.

Thy young bud is that of rose and berry,
a symbol of thy soul so embraced by words and poetry.
Ah! And so deserving it is of graceful flattery;
as thou move along these paths, thy young heart shines
and gleams afar-just like the dribbling snow,
how childish, yet altogether refined and free.

Thy stare-o, thy stare, querida, is deep and anxiously unbending;
like those gracious arts and their prudential stone carving
or pools with swarms of red starfish so enchanting
as my little boat swims along feverishly, unnoticing.

And ah! Unaging as thou always art,
growth is but futile to thy slippery soul
With this world thou shalt never part,
and foreverness becomes thy frost-like hall.

Youthness of thine that shall never fade,
and handsome face that shall never wane.
O, how thy delicacy is to me like that cruel fate-
o my dearest, humble immortal man!

Timelessness shall then become our lasting key;
to a love sweeter and even more precious than destiny.
And live, live in utter happiness shall forever we,
as long as these muscles can breath, and as far as
these eyes can see.