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I kept getting E-Mails about the poem "Buddy", so I figured, OK.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah, boo-koo mistake! My writing blows chunks!
So, to spare you all, let us just pretend, that I changed my name:
"Hi, I'm Jack Squat....don't expect too much from me."
RATHER, I'll offer you some TRUE talents like Avalon, and, will just throw
in a tid here, a bit there, of things or sayings that grabbed
me in any way that was special.


"You Must Choose:
Do You Wish To See (Perceive) Nothing, Or Do You Want To See Thing As They Really Are?
It Is Not Hard To See Things As They Really Are, It Is Simply A Matter Of Tearing Down Walls,
Ridding Oneself Of Defenses And Presumption, Rendering Oneself Vulnerable, An Idiot, A Fool.
But It Is Not Easy To See Things As They Really Are, Because It Is Painful,
It Is Real, It Requires Response, It's An Incredible Commitment.
To Go Nine-Tenths Of The Way Is To Suffer At Every Moment Utter Madness.
To Go All The Way Is To Become Sane.
Most People Prefer Blindness.
But Most People Are A Dying Race."

.....Paul Williams

Luna's Song
Wishing on a dream that seems far off, hoping it will come today.
Into the starlit night, foolish dreamers turn their gaze,
waiting on a shooting star.
But, what if that star is not to come? Will their dreams fade to nothing?
When the horizon darkens most, we all need to believe there is hope.
Is an angel watching closely over me?
Can there be a guiding light I've yet to see?
I know my heart should guide me but,
There's a hole within my soul.
What will fill this emptiness inside of me?
Am I to be satisfied without knowing? I wish, then, for a chance to see.
Now all I need, desperately,
is my star to come.


*this is not one I wrote*
*but I dearly love it*
*and wanted to share it*
*with you*

My Sister in Chicago sent me this today-
I'm speechless...

Her hair was up in a ponytail Her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never see A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called, A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?" She heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one," Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back, She heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, Too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her, As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher, Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back, Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child, Came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing here alone.
"Cause my daddy's always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart"
With that, her little hand reached up, And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat, Beneath her favourite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, Who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her, Doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much,
He's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
But heaven's just too far.

You see he was a fireman

And died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
And taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
It's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes, And saw him there that day.
And to her mother's amazement, She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children, All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"

To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed,
if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far



L'ANGELO DOLCE DI MORTE
Non lasciare il Me qui,
Non L'Angelo dolce Di Morte, lascia il Me qui.
Consegnar Me, dalla vita e dal dolore.
Il bringeth me alla tua dimora dove
il dost di Dio lo concede regina.
La busta me nelle ali di thine e me
concede ha benedetto il sollievo,
risparmiar me da questo dolore odiato,
il mio dolore ed il mio dolore.
In col miei caro porta me al nostri Chiede
me eterno e peccati.
Oh difende per, prima che di e,
il mio proprio un troppo-
ha pieta del mia e vede non me ma lei.
Credo, ho sentito Dio,
che il mio tempo avvicina alla fine.
Essere vicino poi, entrambi lei,
il mio piu intimo di amici.
Parla a me di questo,
esso e frescura e sollievo,
questo di,
questo contro.
Lo apre braccia e cuore a, abbandonato al nostro,
e prega thee, tiene me digiuna.

Essere con me, nel nome del Christ,
al molto ultimo.

ABBANDONARE ME NON....

~Belos

MET-A-PHOR
Urban poets in the stalls, writing on the bathroom walls,
Dig that do you? (knew ya' would)
So-whats a meta for?

Melodrama on your soaps, "Chicken Soup" books for the dopes,
you qoute The Star like it's the Pope,
But-whats a meta for?

Edgar Allen, Ravens too, so many things like this.
They taught this to you when in school,
what, then, did you miss?
The use of MIND, the gift of SPEECH,
imagery and prose, elevates the senses,
opens unknown doors.
NOW you remember..knew you would..the paintbrush
of the mind!
Blazing forth to inflame your life's mundane confines.

So, what's the metafor with you? What constipates you so?
Too much Jerry, Oprah, Montell...yeah..I figured so.

Before you go, beyond this page, you who come to stare,
I'd like to lead you by the hand-follow if you dare.
Please read the opening, that starts out on this page,
if you can't handle that as truth
it's best you disengage.

You've come into a GOTHic site, what did you expect?
"Jack n' Jill went up the hill"?
Oh golly gee...oh heck.
Poetry is metaphor...don't fret in what you read.
And MY style is GOTHic based, don't let your drawers get peed.
MET*A*PHOR
"A figure of speech
in which the context
demands, that a
word, or, phrase
NOT BE TAKEN
LITERALLY".
~Belos~

"It is required of every man
that the spirit within him should walk abroad
among his fellow men.
And if that spirit goes not forth in life,
He is condemed to do so after death
to witness what He can not share but might have shared
and turned to happiness...

....We're Marley & Marley
Our hearts were painted black
We should have known our evil deeds
Would put us both in shackles
Captive, bound, we're double-ironed
Exhausted by the weight
As freedom comes from giving love
So prison comes with hate...

...Doomed Scrooge
You're doomed for all time
Your future is a horror story written by your crime
Your chains are forged, by what you say and do
So have your fun, when life is done
A nightmare waits for you...

...We're Marley & Marley
And now it's time to part
To go back where they keep our kind
The wretched and the heartless
The news we shared has got you scared
We're glad that we got through
So make amends and make some friends
The futures up to you...

*copyright*
Jim Henson Productions