A Teacher's Goodbye Revise 09There are many ways to say, "Goodbye" And many more reasons whyA Teacher's Goodbye Revise 09
But why does it hurt and feel so new To see you mature to the point that you have finally come to?
I do hope and so humbly pray That what you have learned in these times Will have made a difference in some way Now go ... and make your own rhymes
For we have taught you all so well But now it is time to say, "Farewell"
The Candle and Its HolderThe holder holds the candle; the candle holds the flame May your love for one another be much and of the sameThe Candle and Its Holder
Supporting one another; feeding love’s gentle glow Things such as this the candle and its holder also know
You can have one with out the other, but it is always best To have the candle and its holder for the flame to safely rest
Neither the candle nor its holder confines the light dancing above So should your union be, a light to others – of your supporting love
"The Fairy Tale" - EndingLeon told Lovely, "We are through... You can go now...I'm done with you.""The Fairy Tale" - Ending
For Lovely and Leon the tale had run aground And since thus their love could not be found
King Richard was there in all his splendor He and Bennagal witnessed the Hinder
Bowen & Ambrosia wed at last Urged Leon to heal the heartache fast
By encouraging him to seek another Lonely, abused, wife, and mother
For all who knew him ...knew quite well Leon as hero could never
A Man Without a CountryPresent Day:A Man Without a Country
“That’s old man Moody’s place right there. He never opens his front door. Never!” a young boy informed his friend so matter-of-factly that the friend would be stupid to disagree.
“I bet…I bet you I can get him to open that door.” The friend challenged, “I bet you and if I win… you have to share your candy with me, and if I loose, I will proclaim you the smartest fellow in all the land.”
Falling from GraceI remember that night in Eden When we took that fatal bite Your hair so golden, a pleasure to touch Hid the snake that made my angel cry Your skin, as pale as the moon Was sweet to my touch, its milk white nature Like the transparent nature of death The knowledge awaited, but cam with a price And as our limbs entwined we found ourselves falling Deeper into the embrace of the grave Spiralling downwards into hell One pleasure at a time And in tune with the seven deadly sins We became slaves to lust, demons to desire...Falling from Grace
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