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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

Come little children
I'll take thee away, into a land
of Enchantment

Come little children
the time's come to play
here in my garden
of Shadows

Follow sweet children
I'll show thee the way
through all the pain and
the Sorrows

Weep not poor childlen
for life is this way
murdering beauty and

Hush now dear children
it must be this way
to weary of life and

Rest now my children
for soon we'll away
into the calm and
the Quiet

Come little children
I'll take thee away, into a land
of Enchantment

Come little children
the time's come to play
here in my garden
of Shadows

I had a person (Thx Jamie) ask me about this poem above,
stating it had been credited on other sites to POE.
So, let me make a correction that I claim ONLY partial creation.
First, the (2) opening segments and the (2)
closing segements are sung by Sahra Jessica Parker in the Disney
film "Hocus Pocus" and I changed 'garden of magic' to "shadows",
but all the stuff in the rest of the segments came from me
---such as it was---
IF the song parker sings in the movie was from an original
by Edgar Allen Poe, then you know more than I do.

SO any claim I can personally make is the 4 inner segments.

Entering in spite of Rowes and Wades
No hose and sink, unwanted yet chosen
No lessons learned, but spiritually alert
I think, I wonder, somewhere it was understood.

See, Love is supposed to work
Unconditional love, the love of a child
How the hell, did we get so old, jaded and so cold?
It's not designed to be this way
I think deep down, we know.

This world, our lives, so much to grasp
Who played this false, stacked the deck?
When was it stolen away in the night?
Leaving a bloodless corpse in its stead.

Crowds in life, and in our homes, so many
It's hard to find ones self alone, isolated
By familiar faces, once warm arms, hands, lips
It is by this visage that one becomes abandoned
Hearth, heart and home now become the other.

I think the old toast, so old now, was prophecy
For in it hearth has turned to
'Lofty timbers, the halls around are bare,
echoing to our laughter, as though the dead were there'.

I believe it was not to be this way
Is it? The why's that it is, brings no comfort
I never dreamt life could be death
To rot without release, an end
Clinging, with no promise, no hope.

No trust in God anymore
And no one cares, that He trusts in us
Is He a fool, or does he know how to love
His clergy all the other, now
His flocks flee the shepards
The shepards carry knives.


History repeats
What were the options at the start?
Was it really an escape, or delay, forestalled
I wonder...

I think, sometimes
Salvation means abortion.

To remain is to be


If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until I am spoken for

If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will To make us well
And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

(c)Leonard cohen


I draw some love
I write some pain on the walls
I can't hide I'm afraid
You've got something dark in your heart
Closing eyes
Black painting feelings
How can I escape,it hurts
How can I breathe without you
I saw so many people swimming in waters of hell
It absorbs so much of me
Hate is haunting me
Playing with words
How can I escape this,it hurts
How can I breathe without you
Just a smile,falls into a tear
please in this sea I can't swim

(C)Danielle Smith aka: Lintu


Don't know why I did it
I don't understand
Why I cut so deep
When everythings okay
Stop the blood
Ease the suffering
Ashamed that I've resorted to this once again
Can't believe I hurt yet again
I'm so confused sometimes
But the pain feels so good
Like everythings released
I'm ashamed,like I've failed you somehow
Like you're dissapointed
When the blood is there to see
Opening the wounds just upsets you more
I'm so sorry
These are tears of hate that I cry
I hate myself for living,breathing,wasting
I hate myself for doing this to myself
Hurting others and mostly for hurting you
I don't deserve to live
Don't cut through the blue rivers in my arms
Not to deep
No,God doesn't accept suicide
Won't accept my soul
For betraying his rules
His commandments
I do it because
I get upset
Lost inside,need to be found
So I relieve the pain
And cut

(C)Danielle Smith aka: Lintu


At night,when I'm alone
I see the real me
No mask to hide who I am
The tears are now welcome
As I cry myself to sleep
I'm so tired of hiding myself away
Pretending to be who I'm not
Being untrue to who I am
Just to please everyone else
No-one knows how I feel inside
I keep the walls up
Protect myself
And let everyone see a side of me that doesn't exist
Each day I get ready
Fake a smile and face the world
Act polite and happy
When I'm dead inside
Don't feel like everyone else
Just wanna be alone
But that just leaves me time to wallow in self pity and unhappiness
If you saw me cry
Would you understand
See that I'm only human
And need to be helped like everyone else
Would you turn away
Because I'm acting like this
Showing emotions,and not being afraid to present who I am
I won't
I never will
I'm not selfish
Don't want to ruin anyones expectations
Or hurt peoples feelings
So I'll hide who I am
And cry when I'm alone
I fall asleep
My face wet
Tracks from where the tears have fallen
Mark my skin
Do this just to spare other people the pain that I feel
I'll not show emotions or reveal who I am
I'll continue to hide behind a mask
Suffocate beneath my veil of tears
To spare the hurt of others
I'll continue to cry and pretend
And lie to the world
About who I am
About what I am
As I suffocate beneath this veil
As I sink beneath the lies
Remember me
Please remember me
Don't forget me

(C)Danielle Smith aka: Lintu

*Just a personal note from ME*
Thank you, Lintu, for the permission
to host your lyrics here.
You truly, do beautiful work!