angel

one day to my surprise
i saw an angel with tears in her eyes
i walked up to her, with her wings that were strong
and found myself asking her what was wrong
she looked up at me as a tear ran down her cheek
took a breath and started to speak

"I looked around and see the spirit dieing
and thought to myself and started crying
the children of the lord are laughed at and poked
while others strive to make them provoked
its hard to find a single spiritual place
where i could speak to someone face to face"

then smiling at her, i started to cry
and told her" there are meany places on high
fist of all the beautiful temple on there mountain perch
and what about the wonderful church
the missionary are nice and strong
even when people tell them they are all wrong
its easy to see the bad all around
but if you look for it, the spirit can be found.

dreams

why is it when you dream
you imagine the most brilliant things
then you wake up and cant remember a thing

do your dreams run away
are they to much to take
are are they erased by a weird type of ray

if you could remember them
would they be weird or funny
would remembering them make you fell like a dummy

i wish i could remember my dreams
wait what is this sensation i feel
i think I'm dreaming, so much for these things

break up line

roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and so are you

the roses are wilted
the violets are dead
the bowl is empty
and so is your head

Drawing

have you ever drawn something that took you forever to make
a picture that you look at
and see no mistake
and you want bring it to someone
showing off what you do
but find yourself ashamed
by the thing that you drew

show it to your friends,
and they might laugh in you face
insuring you worst dream
of becoming a total disgraced

is just the way that the point out your obsessed
even though its the one way to take out your stress
its childish, kiddish, and stupid too
but it took you forever this picture you drew

will they think that your stupid and nevi too
if you show them this masterpiece that you drew
if this were to happen to you,
oh, what would you do, what would you do.

Hate

Twice, upon my doorstep
    evil's face has drawn nigh.
I fear that it may someday
    Find his way inside.

Oh, sweet protection of my door!
    I envy not the streetworld
For this day of wicked lot
    hath many not endured.

The darkness drowns the outside
    The fear and sadness wail
A little nick nock at my door
    and frightful face doth pail.

"It's come!" I hoarsely cry
    all hope inside is fleeing!
The wicked darkness always claims,
    or else it never leaves.

Small voice says "Come, join me!
    We all are gaily playing!"
Despite knowing what darkness brings
    this trigger makes me submit.

I peak the door, but an inch
    and in sprung big ol' Satan!
"You knew, you fool, what awaited you
    and still you simply gave in!"

-Christine Stone Mooth

Betrayal

I look for mine
    Among the brazen briar.
I search and search
    the thicket, it grows higher.

Desperate and worn
    I walk through ripping thorn
It shreds and tears.
    my arms and hair are shorn.

Bloodied, bruised,
    Dragged through grime and muck
I glimpse a peak
    of mine, but now am stuck

To my delight
    He turns around and smiles!
But lo, what here?
    And my mouth fills with bile.

I cry and wail!
    In absolute dispair!
For not a smile
    for me, but other fair.

I fall to Earth,
    The mud surrounds my face.
I sink in deep
    And wither in my place.

-Christine Stone Mooth

prophecy

when the lighting strikes the ground
and the wind wails around
when the storms refuse to stop
and the air starts to pop

3 hero will be chosen
among the long lost frozen
and walk to the land of fire
then give up all of their disaster

then to the land of snow
they must surly go
and fight the long lost lord
with the ever lasting sword

Game?

my life is not my own
i fear of this alone
is it just a game
or am I insane
is it possible to return home

i am playing my life
and its an endless strife
i need to win
is that a sin
its cutting me like a knife

bet

all the hope is lost
as the die was tossed
a bet was made
and ended up grave
we had to pay the coast

the chiors morning song
should not be so long
as the dawn refuse to rise
and its the end of our lives

destieny

the flowers flote above
and twirl in the breeze
above the ones in love
as if to suddenly seize

the burnt Autumn sky
has finally come alive
the embers now will die
as destiny has knave

help

I sat a still in the dark
No more the light I had
I gave it away
I have to say
To one with more the need

So now I stoop down in the deep
Shivering from the cold
But smiling still
Because I know
I showed one how to hold

The summer day
Has gone away
No more for me to have
But others I have given it
Now take away my sad

What more is there to life then give
To one with more a need
To raise one up
Is better still
Then bring one down with me

As life slips by
I count the ones I have helped on up
But then I see a light by me
Now helping me on up

I can not speak
For one like he
Would even look at me
Let alone to take his time
To help the needy

Then he smiles and prompts me on
Urging me to go
And try to lift another soul
And fill there empty hole

keblades chosen

The keyblades wilder chosen
And everyone is frozen
Because the blades new wielder
Can be the one to yield her

Everyone is morning
Because of the forewarning
The impossible hopes can tell
The girl form Riavel

tecnoligy

When the internet is down
And there in no hope around
Then into the computer must go
3 loving living souls

One will meet their fate
By the drawing of the plate
And she must not survive
To save the others’ lives

colors

When a spirits soul is seen
And the colors show a gleam
The bright and loving grace
Could be shown upon there face

But if ones colors really flew
And there soul was torn in two
We would be appalled
To hear that different call

zombies

If zombies were to arise
And try to take our lives
Would we all be ready
And our fingers strong and steady

Could we take them down
Or would we only drown
Beasuse the dead cant die
We will shrivel up all dry

forever?

The light is ever burning
The earth is ever turning
The moon is ever showing
And the stars are ever glowing

But if this all should stop
And life we know drop
Would we all go crazy
And all are thought be hazy

The Stairs

I look up the long stairs
    at how far I have to go.
Discouraged now I weep
    at my position, below.

Everyone is higher up!
    no one's here with me...
Afraid and all alone, i breathe
    and start up, grudgingly.

Higher
    Higher
       Higher
Higher
    Higher
Stop.

I look down below my feet
    and thing inside my head;
"Oh look! I'm not the lowest now!
    Someone's below MY tread!"

Smiling now, so full of pride
    I start my climb again.
But I see that I'm no where close
    and it causes me great pain.

Higher
    Higher
       Higher
Higher
    Higher
Stop.

How I wish I was near enough
    To talk to anyone!
But no matter how I tried
    No closer did I come!

In bitter anguish I did throw a
    Terrible childish fit.
And in my rage, I broke the step
    And soon began to slip.

Falling
    Falling
       Falling
Falling
    Falling...
Stop?

I looked up at my hand to see
    What stopped my falling self.
To my surprise, I realized
    T'was one above my shelf!

What cause, what love, what selfless soul
    Has fallen from his hights
To save my selfish, tiny life
    With pride inside her sights?

Climbing
    Climbing
       Climbing
Climbing
    Climbing
Stop.

The hand's release, and warm embrace
    Has taught me, for a time,
I'm not alone, and always loved
    Even when I sludge through grime.

I lovingly, atop my perch,
    Look down again, once more.
The lower man is falling, too,
    much to my wide-eyed horror!

Down
    Down
       Down
Down
    Down
STOP!

I'm holding him with unknown strength
    Totally amazed!
Pulling him back up on steps,
    We both are rather dazed.

He looks at me, and smiling says
    The words I could not speak.
For he wasn't the only one
    To be saved from this peak.

Upward
    Upward
       Upward
Upward
    Upward
Go.

A long long line of people
    Always helping others out.
I can see the fullness now
    It makes me want to shout!!

HAROO! HARRAY! HUZZAH! YIPPY!
    The line extends forever!
We all must serve our part in it
    Or else...

All life will shatter.

Forbidden Love

I eye
     The Sky;
The skyward sword now sharpened fly.

A To
     and Fro;
This motion it must undergo.

At long,
     A Song
Doth travel through the thickened throng.

The feet
     Must meet
The ground, snap trap to music's beat.

The sword,
     A Chord,
Connects the two among the hoard.

At last,
    and fast,
A kiss afore the chance has passed.

-Christine Stone Mooth

shadow

The shadow is among us
It feed on hate and jealous
The pain it fills is hollow
But we must not follow

It will tempt us to the end
You will think that it’s your friend
But heed my urging warning
Or you will never see the morning

He strives to stab your hart
For him it’s just an art
And then he’ll sneak away
And kill the very next day

maze

The path is long and winding
The end is very hard finding
As your hours tick away
You have just one more day

You mustn’t waste your time
The death bell will soon chime
This is your one last chance
Prepare for your last stance

haunted house

The house is long forgotten
The floor boards are all rotten
And wails run through the house
And scurrying of the mouse

The lights will all flicker
The paint is looking sicker
And my vision now is fading
And my memories are wading

changing times

A long lost lord is weeping
As the past keeps on repeating
And the devil keeps on reaping
As the life span is depleting

But can we change the past
Without results that last
Or is it in are grasp
To change the thoughts that are dashed

save

When the fire dies down
And the lost is finally found
Then the trio must go west
To face the bitter test

Then in the unclean water
Will arise the fires daughter
Then a choice will be made
For better or for grave

forzen

When the moon is eaten whole
And the amulet is stole
Then the world will become dull
And eaten up its sole

But if a hero is chosen
The reward will be ambrosian
To save the world that’s frozen
And stop all erosion

one chose

How many soles will die
Because of that one lie
Now they will not fly
Because there fear is high

The one who never fears
Hears whispers in his ears
And shedding all his tears
As everyone now peers

swords

The blackened blade is poison
Is wielder it has chosen
It holds and evil spirit
So only one can hear it

The white blade is the light
It stands for truth and right
But only it can withstand
The black blades evil hand