Well what can I say, he says I'm an ****,
I just told him he was just full of air..
But we were the closest of friends and were
always found close together like pees in a pod.

"So what's the plan for today windy,
"We just going to gas? or we just breathing in silence?

"I thought you were pulling the other cheek,
But all that comes out of you is crap Hahaha.....

They were always getting each other in trouble with
one thing or another, if it wasn't **** holding wind in,
it was **** whispering in a lift. But not so silently,
more like a  tiny trumpet going off for moments at a time.

There was one time were **** was letting off as usual,
but he let just a little too much out, and in that moment
he told ****.

"That was close, I was one **** away from a poo,

**** couldn't  contain himself and amusement turned
to horror as laughter had loosened both there grips.
And now Mr Poo who usually went diving in
the porcelain pools was now frequenting  upon both.

I think I'm going to be sick said ****, **** laughted and
then another friend of Poo's joined the party, cleanliness
was obsolete, now as it was like a food fight in close quarters.
Poo slipped out to freedom down the trouser leg and "SPLAT,

**** and ****, stunned by poo's lack of grace. "Could have
stayed for a while, But **** conceded that he would have
just talked crap, like he did every time he popped out
to see his friends.

Well what could be said, a wet wipe, and **** forgot poo
had even been there. But his odour still lingered gently on.
**** was gassing on and **** clenched so not to
expel to much laughter.. especially in enclosed areas.
**** was just gassing, this duo were always going
be the closest of friends.

One evening when the lights were still
bright  and shiney bawballs that dangled
and  had once clung on for dear life,
now started to fall .
one by one  .
then the elphs and the nymphs  !   ,
one and all .
they knew the end had begun. .
The pixies fled to the four corners of the wood  ,
along with the fairys who were upto no good !
For even the angel who sat on the tree
saw from far away what was to be ,
the creeping darkness on this twelth night opened its mouth to swollow
them whole !

so The Angel spread her wings of light
and devised a plan for only one could
be queen of this land .


And so the night put up a fight
as the harpie stole souls that were
not hers by right ,

before she was vanquest by  her hand
and sent back to never never land
and when the centaur and spinx
had fled the kind angel said
whos next ?
And so the clown that slumped against a tree just laughted and laughed,
then when his head fell off
he laughted even more ,
even though his head was on the floor .
Then when his arms fell off he laughted some more .
Untill his insides split and everything ended
up on the floor .,
and so he laughted some more .
So mother said put your toys away that tree has to come down today .

Zombies they approach 
to bad we can't be friends 
This was my last thought
As I load my gun

This will be a blood bath
And I may never survive 
I am the last, destined to die by hand I used to curest
I see her in the mob 
Slowly approaching 
Why rush I was doomed 
I know it and so did they

I faught for 7 years 
And this is my end
I am the last to see thair loved ones
I wounder how they will live with out me
I guess the same if I was the one that was victorious 
"**** this I yell"
 as the zombies began to in case me
I was never the one who seeked the crowed 
All wayse the loner
Dreaming for this day 
Not hoping just knowing it will come to pass

My end will be beautiful 
I cocked my gun
Knowing I wount need it but just liked the ilosen of my finally
Being of a gun fight,

We planed this
Me and the once people who surround me
All hopping it will never come
But non believed it was unnesary 

They was in place 
The shells all in place 
I slipped the wire under my feat
And even though I could not see the liquid I know 
It hit its home
Zombies cried in rage
Canines thrusted into the air
Trying to cut the air 
And I laughted 

****** was my favorite was my favorite wepen 
I glanced above my head to see the net
Filed with liquid hell
It amused me that all the years I threaten to rain
Hell on my enimeyes 
I get to do it

I hit the swich in my poket 
I herd the flames hit the net 
It will take 2 minutes for the flames
To meet the c4 
But the zombies had a different plan
They rushed me 
And all I did was take two steps backwards
And the mine wint of without a hitch

I lust a leg but that was enught distraction
C4 inighted and turned the night alive 
I had made my last day of life
Hell
And I smile
The end is now
I closed my eyes
And waited 
For my firy demise 
To welcome me

THERE was a day you left,
and never came back .
You went on a journey far ,far away,
I cried day and night ,wondering
if you would come back home to me.
WE did so much together ,we even shared
a special love together.
We laughted and we cried together.
THEN  I turned around for only one second,
And you were gonethat was
the day you left and never came back .

I said to you, I only see your face
In a sea of people.
You laughted at me.
You mocked me.
I cried in front of you.
You left me.
And now. Now you need me.
Now after this long time being alone
Being by myself, you're here.

A Paradoxical Intervention

To those who have hurt and wounded me
Those who have stripped me
Beaten me, shamed me, humiliated me
You who laughted at me when I couldn't
Spell my name or tie my shoe laces
You who took my job when I was still celebrating its getting
You who shot me
You who made me kneel down and put a gun to my head on a border road
You who blamed me when you knew it was not true .
You who snatched my first wage for the sport of others...shaming me again.
You who mockingly whispered in the ears of others in front of me.

You who made me stand naked while others laughed and mocked.
You  who slapped me in the face as I cried with my first migraine.
You who left me lying in my own *****..legs burnt and raw.

You who where not there when I cried alone.


Thanks
To you who illuminated my internal surroundings, my imagination aflame as you played Motsart.
You who read story after story to the class each Friday.
You who intervened with kind words and humour.
You who held my head in your hands without mockery and praised my efforts.
To you who said I couldn't .....a paradoxical intervention
Thank you.

Her beauty was simple
No makeup to change her features
No fancy clothes to expose her figure
Just her
As she was made

When storms came
And others ran for shelter
She ran into it
And danced in the rain

Her laughter was a drug
Yet to be invented
But so intoxicating
That is was quickly addictive

Her kind hands could hold a wounded animal
Nurse it back to health
And defend those she stood to protect

Pen and book in hand
She made the world bow down to her
Demanding it listen
As she spoke

But her smile
The glint in her eyes that could mistaken for a dimond or precious stone
The way she could hold her hand up
So proud of what she accomplished

Her smile
Is the one thing she will be remembered by

So when you think of her
Think of the woman who laughted at fear
Rode danger like it was a wild beast
Tamed those who could not be tamed
And loved with a ever lasting love

But most importantly
Remember her smile
And how she glowed when she showed it off