Is what she is
Sizzling and burning
In her own silent hell
She dreamt dreams
Sweet and comforting
The fire burnt them
No ashes remained
Her soft voice
A dragons lullaby
Leaping high and low
Blinding any fool
to look deep
into her fire
Of a million colours
But should you survive
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Hero's are every where
Loud and silent hero's.
Some remembered, in records, documentaries with large marbel headstones, some forgotten, buried in a watery grave with their enemies.
Mr Obama, Eleanor Rosevelt, beyonce, and Jesus
the one's who are, and will forever be remembered for lending a hand.
Fire fighter, bird-saving toddler, bystander, mother, engineer, neighbour or just a dude who lied about his age to go to war
Just a nobody, who did something amazing but was forgotten any way
So we pay tribute to ALL hero's, Loud and silent hero's alike,
We thank you...
My once upon a time, baby
Baby, I'll lead you somewhere better
Take my hand, and I'll take away the ghosts that scream in your head
I'll dress you up in pretty dresses, take out that priceless smile,
you look so fine
Massage your red raw knees
Wipe that frown off your angel face
I'll lead you to places so beautiful, not even mama dears bedtime stories can compare.
Be the Cinderella they never saw, but I gazed at all day.
I’ll be your prince charming if you say so, babe
Your mine, and I’m yours if you say so.
Just take my hand, and be my sleeping beauty as I awaken you from your nightmares,
With one smooth kiss…
We’ll begin our happily ever after……….
Fighting the Ink
I raced across the page
Daring my pen to a race I cannot win
Not wanting for that full stop to end our story
I thought I could live forever in forever land
Live with you so happily
But this page cannot hold our story
Everything must end
Come falling down like it must
For, all fairytales, like ours, must end
Cinderella galloped away into the sun
But I will walk into the sun alone,
with you walking away
into the shadows
But I know,
Even though ours has ended,
I still have many stories to write
And many a setting suns to walk into
So with ink blood all over my hands
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Small legendery joke
Maori fella walks into a dairy and asks for a tin of cat food. Indian dairy owner says 'Oh no - I am hearing about you Maori fellows and how you put cat food into pastry and call it meat pie. Please bring cat into shop for me to see and you can have cat food'. Maori fella says 'oh man, I don't even know where the cat is right now - probably chasing birds.' Indian dairy owner says 'No cat, no cat food'.
Maori fella sulks away from shop. Same guy comes in a week later and asks for a tin of dog food for his dog. Indian dairy owner gives him the same run down, 'No dog - no doggy food'. Maori fella is really upset and storms off. He comes back a couple of days later with a big plastic bag and slams it on the counter. The dairy owner says 'Oh what is this being please' and opens the bag and is overcome by the foul stench which from the now open bag. Maori fellah says, 'It's a bag of sh*t man, I want some toilet rolls! '