SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
!
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift..
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

i dont know who this poem is by i was sent it and told it was written by a person dieing of cancer. sadly it was a scam emailr however the poem that was sent with it was beautiful so i saved it

The Changling by Leah Bodine Drake

I am out on the wind
In the wild, black night;
On the wings of the owl
I take my flight,

On the ghostly wings of the great white owl;
And whether the night be fair or foul,
Or the moon be up or the thunder growl,

Happy I be,
Happy I be

When the changeling blood runs green in me!


When meek folk sleep
In their dull, soft beds,
I creep over roots
That the weasel treads,

Where the squat green lamps of the toadstools glow -
And only the fox knows the ways I go,
And nobody knows the things I know ....

Wise I be,
Wise I be

When the changeling blood runs green in me!


O Mother, slumber
And do not wake! ...
Thin voices called
From the rain-wet brake,

And the child you cradled against your breast
Is out in the night on the black wind's crest,
For only the wild can give me rest ....

Sad I be,
Sad I be

When the changeling blood runs green in me.

i do not claim ownership to this
i just LOVE this poem

All Hallowed

Call forth the raven
Call forth the beast
Drink to all-hallows
And drink to the feast
Call out the zombies
The daffs, and the dukes
Break all the chains
On the old Kriadnük
Fight for the demons
Pray for the creeps
Steal all their bones
And eat all their meat
The pastor our leader
Lead forth, us all
We follow your lead
Are in awe of your gall
Bring us above god
We will beat all the rest
Break all the latches
On Pandora‘s chest
The demons spill out
We all writhe in pain
Did we make a mistake
Is this all just a game

Darkened Phoenix

She moves like the swan

In the lake above me

I watch as my world darkens

The chill of the black surrounds me

I feel the clamminess on my skin

It is like floating to space

So wonderful yet enclosing

Back to earth I feel it leave

Deaths black hands follow me

Something, keeps him at bay

Waiting at the peir

On his deep crimson cigar boat

A simple message floats by

Breath, life, love

Breath, life, love

Breath, life, love

Silence

The blackness closes

I feel it close in again

This is what I see

Darkness, darkness

Death cackles, he grasps

And clutches my chilled beating heart

This is my life now, this is all I am

This is the darkness

I am the darkness

I stretch out my hands

And encompass the world

One spot, one stand

I walk as a creature

The monster in the night

I walk forth, see a black box

And stop, a mirror

But now all there is, is black

“Bam” an explosion

Power surges forth

But I cleans me

But it clears me

I feel the power

It flows through me

But I cannot grasp

The power flows

Flowing with the swan

But it stays, waits

And extends its hand

Pure light, an entity

A ghost of memories that came

Crouches like a tiger

Sooths as a mother

Back to life

Death fights for

HIS prize, he holds on like

A spoiled child to candy

Death combs the world

Locking me in, trapping me

A treat to his everlasting web

Bringing the black widows kiss

My Memoirs

Out of the night
And into the storm
I feel for the cold
But find what is warm
A screech through the night
I die when it’s light
This is the end
We lost my dear friend

The gallows are strung
Executioners paid
And finally, I am afraid
Where there is honor
Prejudice will follow
But inside my heart
All is just hollow
For what we have done
We will die
I lay down my head
And die as I cry

Night Messengers

Rush, rush

Rush, rush

The lights go out

The pattering of cat’s feet

The steady beat of owls wings

I hear them

I feel them

I join them

I fly out to infinity

Rush, rush

Rush, rush

Walk on the paws of the leopard

Through the whispering rainforest

Soar on the wings of the eagle

Over the howling canyon

Fall on the wings of the falcon

Past the skyscrapers screaming mouths

A black hush falls

There here

Scurry away with the mice

A steady beat pulses me

I fall off the edge

Landing as a rat

I creep through a sea of gavels

“SMASH” with the power

Of a thousand blows

an amoeba

I fall through a crack

To be absorbed by as single drop of rain

I fall to the earth and land

As the gush of water that wakes me up

Out of the Fire and Into the Inferno

Into the night

I creep for my life

Into the sun

I feel yet a yearning

Out of the dark

I fall

Because of my life

Because of my fall

Because we must see

Because I lost it all

It takes only one

To cause that first trip

For me it was less

My life starts to flip

Out of the fire

And into the flames

I walk through it all

But forget all the names

This is my life

This is my fall

This is the end

And that. is it all