Dracula

WORDS-ACTIONS

Words whispered in your ear,
telling you all you want to hear.
Words that are ever so kind,
to your soul and to your mind.
Words that make you believe,
what others do conceive.
Words that are so great,
even when it is to late.
Actions like walking a mile,
always make you want to smile.
Actions like giving your time,
to make the other one shine.
Actions make many things start,
if given from the heart.
Words as I said before,
can make you so adore.
But are they always true,
or just to make you blue.
Actions are more for me,
these I can always see.
So if you really dare.
Actions speak that you care.

FINDING

She hurts ,she lives, for another day.
Hoping to find it is not to stay.
She keeps herself oh so far,
letting others look in the jar.
Others tell her to lead her life,
no chance of pain or of strife.
She listens with a very keen ear,
to what only she wants to hear.
But tell her what you know,
she will tell you where to go.
Her mind is set and that is all,
even to those that hear her call.
She crys out in real pain,
to love, and to have the same.
But she remembers oh so near,
the hurt, the pain, and the fear.
Let it go and you will find,
that loving can be so kind.

PAIN

The pain I feel,
is so unreal.
The hurt is there,
can I share.
If I pass it away,
I live another day.
It makes me feel so good,
to hide where I should.
Me and only me,
is what I want to be.
I cannot give,
I want to live.
I want my life,
without pain or strife.
I do not look,
at the open book.
Because I fear,
someone being near.

LOOKING

You look at life and don't realize,
That everything is in disquise.
Try to be simple and oh so pure,
let others live with their fear.

Many never find it at all,
lifes greatest treasure before they fall.
They are to wrapped up in the game,
Of riches, treasures, and of fame.
The ability to give and share,
to one other who doth care.
To be able to be two in one,
It doth happen and can be done.
Open your heart and let it flow,
peace will come and hurt will go.
If you ever do see this kind,
don't let it go it's hard to find.

LIFE

Life is like drifting in a chamber.
It moves, no feeling of time or space.
Not knowing about the game or race.
It plays with us and we do care.
But inside we all need to share.
To find the one we need to look.
Inside ourselves like a open book.
Filling the pages with reality.
Throwing things out that will not be.
If this is done and you do find.
Always be loving and kind.

WHAT IS IT ABOUT

Is it what is on the outside.
Or is it what they hide.
Do they show what they are.
Or do they hide and keep it afar.
What is better for us to see.
The truth or the falsitee.
We see many things in our time.
Anyone got a dime.
Open your heart and the book.
Leaf through the pages and take a look.
For yea shall see what is true,
and things that even make you blue.
But if the person is really there.
Give what you can and really care.
Life only offers so many days.
To be happy in the simple ways.
Time will always catch up to thee.
Did you look and did you see.
If you ever happen to loose site.
You might miss the ship in the night.

JUST ANOTHER POEM

Life gives you many chances.
Oh and so many romances.
If only could find it right.
To be perfect and outta site.
The one the only just for me.
Is it there and can it be.
Time will tell if this is true.
Or if another day of blue.
The sun rises every day.
For me to see along the way.
It is just a matter of time.
For all to be well and all to be fine.

The anvil is singing it’s song. The town crier is barking his words of wisdom. Townspeople flowing to and from. The cobbler and the fair maiden discussing events of the day and other trivial matters, laughing and smiling all the while. All this while The Knight in Shiny armor rides into town. His horse is the finest white horse they have seen, the glare of the silver from his bridle blinds those looking at him. His armor shines, radiating a feeling of stature and fame.

The fair maiden glances into the street seeing The Knight. Her heart warms at the prospect of knowing him as she rushes into the street to see better this man. He is glorious and oh so gallant looking. He spies the fair maiden, stops and looks into her eyes. Her beauty he sees and knows his desires for the fair maiden. He dismounts bringing awwws from the crowd. They speak, looking at each other with the romance of love rushing from them. He remounts with plans laid to be with her. The cobbler looks on knowing his feeling for the fair maiden.

They meet and spend many days together. They ride, they feast, they love. All is perfect for the fair maiden. Her heart is given to the knight and His manliness is flowing, knowing the fair maiden is his. He struts through the streets while many heads turn and whisper about them. The beauty of what they have. Oh, so pure and so wonderful. The fairy tale story come true, all are saying this.

Enter the Dragon. His evil ways and wicked fire hath laid many towns to ruin. He sees the fair maiden and makes her his, capturing her quickly and efficiently. His cave holds her only to be his. He knows of the Knight and fears no one and waits for his arrival. The Knight boasting of his triumphs to the town. He will save the fair maiden. He will slay the dragon. He will do it all. The cobbler listens to his stories and looks on.

The knight rides out in all his glory to save the fair maiden. The cobbler follows, walking with a new intent in his soul. The knight arrives at the cave and calls to the Dragon to come out. The Dragon breaths a fireball out from the cave. The knights oh so shiny amour is tinged. A fear races through his heart, and he backs off looking at the cave. The fair maidens cries for help are heard by his ears. He rides forward at a brisk pace and the Dragon shoots another fireball out. His armor is not blackened with the soot from the Dragon. The Knight retreats glancing backward seeing the Dragon exiting the cave. He rides like never before fear in his heart, mind, and soul. The fair maiden left behind for the Dragon. The cobbler has watched the events from the hill. His resolve to save the fair maiden sends him forward to do battle with the Dragon.

He steps out and calls to the Dragon and the Dragon looks seeing nothing but a cobbler there. His curiosity is peeked as the cobbler starts telling him of a tale of woe. The Dragon listens intently, his mind racing at such a story to come forth from such a simple man. The cobbler and Dragon talk finding much alike in their history. They make a pack, the Dragon leaves knowing his days ahead will be better for the meeting with the cobbler.

The fair maiden has heard the story and now knows of the depth of the cobbler. He enters the cave freeing her from her bonds that held her. She sings his praise and kisses him gently on the cheek. The towns people arrive and she tells them the story of the cobblers pack with the Dragon. He stands waiting for her. She thanks him kindly again, heading off thinking of the next Knight in Shining armor that will come to town. The cobblers stands there watching her go. He knows that he is pure of mind, pure of soul, and pure of heart. He stands there looking as she passes over the hill (tears froming in his eyes) knowing knowing knowing...

Time Passes

Time passes, and the light grows dimmer,
Time passes, and the heart grows colder.
Such is the way of life,
Always growing and getting older.

The wiseness of our older years,
makes us think we are true.
Not knowing that what we lost,
is what is turning us blue.

Our minds work in strange ways,
filling us with awe.
Others have and we have not,
tis natures path of law.

If we turn and look behind us,
we see what we have lost.
The innocence of always looking,
and thinking of the cost.

Time passes, and the light grows dimmer,
Time passes, and the heart grows colder.
Such is the way of life,
Always growing and getting older.

THE USERS

They tell them all they want to hear,
only to get the attention of their ear.
Everything they say is wonderful and good,
only to be hidden behind a glazed hood.
Only you and you alone are the one for me,
Is this the truth as in reality.
No guilt, no feeling, they do not care,
Their own ego to far in the air.
They use, they hurt, and pay no mind,
with no idea of ho to be kind.
They walk with only the best,
paying no mind or heed to the rest.
This is the user and shall always be,
Taking, hurting, but their heart never free.

HER

Her face is aglow with a shining light.
Her eyes reach out and touch his soul.
Her beauty radiates from a star.
Even when she is afar.

Her beauty is beyond comprehension.
Her warmth just keeps going on.
He sees what is really there.
Knowing how much she can really care.

His eyes are not letting loose.
His mind reals from all that she is.
He knows that time will tell.
If thing are good and all is well.

LIFE AT THE NET

Oh, what a delight to see.
Just makes me jump for glee.
All the love and all the fun.
Each reaching for his gun.
Who has the bigger one.
Is this all for fun.

Dueling was such a sport.
Maybe time for a retort.
Bring it back for us.
That would end the fuss.
All worry about little things.
See what hate it all brings.
Life is a journey of many ways.
Ending the same by the numbred days.
You bring many things to it.
Only the good should be lit.
Find your own way in life.
I do not need to deal with your strife.

TIME FOR US

There a time for us.
A time and a place for us.
There a time for us.
Never to be found by others
There’s a time for us.
Just for the two of us.
We seek the solitude of each other.
Never knowing or caring what the world thinks.
Just being in each others arms.
Takes all the cares away.
There’s a time for us.
A special place and a time for us.

EVERCHANGING WORLD

The world moves from one place to another,
changing by the minute and hour.
Life takes many different turns,
Soug good and some sour.
We do the best that we can,
never knowing truly right.
Deeply looking inside of us,
making changes if even slight.
When we are finished
and all it through,
If the mind is at rest,
then we have been true.

PEACE OF MIND

Looking for the peace of mind,
tis hard to see, harder to find.
Look deep and yea shall see,
the thoughts that make you free.
Oh how hard this is to do,
For me and also for you.
If you find the way to go,
Tell others how to make it flow.
For giving the peace of mind,
is most generous and oh so kind.

TO CARE

To care, To care, To care.
The hardest thing to do.
Finding reason not to,
is easier for you.

Till time eats away,
all that is lost.
Many will be unheard,
and oh what a cost.

The pain of all for one,
is easy for thee to be.
But a open heart,
would fill thee with glee.

Just looking on,
not seeing what is there.
Too many rules,
for you to really care.

Knowing inside,
that what you do is wrong.
But pursuing anyway,
the choices not of song.

In your heart,
the choices they are there.
Mind tells you not to
choose to give and care.

HEARTS UNFULFILLED

The heart hunts for the end of time and all that it can bring.
It seeks the fulfillment of many a night without the one.
The mind races against time to be sure that it is there.
The earth keeps traveling around the sun.
Minds look and many times are willingly deceived.
Seeing the glamour, the glitz and all that is perceived.
But the heart keeps beating regular and pure.
Looking for that infamous cure.
To find to be is what the heart really needs.
To know of love and all the silly deeds.
Searching, searching, forever more.
Unfulfilled but waiting at the door.

THE ROOM

The room moves around, forever changing, forever being the same.
Is this for real or is this just a game.
How do we know who is who.
Who can we trust and is that you.
Are you for real or a fantasy.
Is this for real, well we shall see.
Not knowing but caring is hard to do.
Will we be happy or tis be blue.
Many feel this is all for fun.
Not realizing who they put on the run.
Why cause hurt, sorrow, and pain.
Life is not just to be a game.

WOMAN

The beauty of this woman radiates around the room.
She is her and there is only one of this kind.
Oh to be with her would be such a glorious thing.
She is glamourus in body and in mind.
She walks with a grace known to few.
She is of few words but says so much.
In only I could find a way,
to be with her and feel her touch.
AHHH a lady a true lady.
Such a rarity are they.
Maybe I will have her,
For mine some day.

Love Is

Love is a simple four letter word.
that many have used and many have heard.
There are many types and oh so many ways.
Our minds seem bogged in a maze.
The love of children is simple annd pure.
That we all know and that is for sure.
The love of a friend is really nice.
They always wrm you and melt the ice.
The passion love is very good.
even though many times misunderstood.
The love of oneself is hard to do.
Not easy for me and not for you.
The love that is slow and not so fast.
Keeps building and is made to last.
This is the love that if you find.
Don’t let it go and get lost behind.

Giving

You give candy and flowers.
Thsi is ever so kind.
You give thoughts untold.
From the depths of your mind.
You give hugs so dear,
and kisses so sweet.
You give dinners,
that are fun to eat.
You give these things,
because you car.
One more thing to give,
if you dare.
The best gift of all,
is like fine wine.
It is very simple,
the gift of time.

Strolling

He strolls down the beach looking for the perfect stone. He see one picks it up and it is to flat. another next to it is also pretty. Ahhhh but this one is to round. He strools further and sees one that is beautiful but upon turning it over there is a flaw. He keeps looking and searching. Finally he sees it all that he wants. He picks it up looks at it, perfection. He heads up the steep cliff carrying it with him in his hand gently. He reaches the top looks at his precious stone and finds it cracked in many pieces. He is devistated and stares out over the ocean wondering if he should have kept a flawed one. It might have been more stable.

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