The Gates Only I Can See
It's a gate made of jade and gold
They form names, in languages of old
The stories in their writing are untold
And to the eyes, they unfold
They welcome me
As they swing wide
As someone waits
On the other side
No one else feels the might
No one else sees strange light
Try as they might
They are not right
They stand blind
They cannot see
I don't weep
Should I be?
There is no fear
I shed not a tear
For this, my dear
Should not be feared
The stories I read
Are no longer mysteries
These are the gates
Made of gold and jade
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Jack Frost
Rolling sheets of white snow
The cold winter's sweet lips
The warmth of rebirth
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Call of the Fairies
Under the pine, on a stool
You strum, strum a gentle tune
Your hair, in the night sky glow
In the wind dances you know
I sing with you, at your side
A song from my lips flies
Strum, sing sway all the day away
Gentle wind, carry my voice in grace
She calls the fairies, teddy at hand
To come and play, in the forest land
"Sing mama, play papa. They love to dance.
You're like angels creating a trance"
She leaps into a dance, touching the moon
Then sprouts wings- you and I too
Small tiny lights start to appear
"Strum, sing, sway our lovely night away"
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I Have Become
I have become someone different
I used to wonder why
I now hear the chaos in other hearts
I see the smile that hides
I want to heal myself and them
I have become someone different
I pretend to shine above what I once was
I feel the pain in my heart as I loose once again
I touch the tip of the spotlight
I worry I may be too selfish
I cry when I don't want to go on
I have become someone different
I understand that I will never be who people want me to be
I say "to he'll with that"
I dream that someone will understand my fight
I try to help people go through life without all the pain
I hope someday I will be remembered fondly
I have become thankful for your hand in my change
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An Ode to My Stupid Pen
stupipen my stupid pen,
you ran out of ink
blue and pink
