Stories

Tell me a story of simpler times

Tell me a story with simple rhymes

One with great heroes and heroines

One with great foes and villains

Weave it to the wee hours of the night

Like a seamstress at her loom

Weave in a good battle or a good fight

Like the Spartans who fought under the moon

Tell me a story of far away lords and lands

Tell me a story of grand parties and grander bands

One with dragons, orcs, demons and dwarves

One with wizards, witches, sprites and elves

Push the boundaries of space, time and my mind

Reveal for me what lessons and truths I may find

Push new ways of seeing, hearing and feeling life

Reveal how to succeed through the toughest strife

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D.C.

Cornerstone of our country as we know it

Birthplace of freedom and a place

Where generations can begin anew

LIfe without you simply wouldn't do

Cultures, people, hearts and minds

Collide to bring about change daily

Within your hallowed walls, pillars and

Lush lawns and gardens

Democratic or Republican is the question

On the lips of every politician

Afterwards heated debates are soon to follow

Two roads towards a better country

Who is right and who is wrong depends

On the television you watch or

The newspaper you read

Either way your boat floats

It is important to be involved 

On some level be it great or small

For growth to continue we need to

Or the same ideas will arise

From like minded people and change

Will not bring about a better place

Whichever party you subscribe to

You should always, always VOTE!

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Journeys

Here, there and everywhere we go

What our destination is we do not know

We certainly are in a hurry to get there though

And get there fast we do

In our faster cars, boats and plains

In our better sneakers, bikes and skateboards

We certainly are in a hurry to get there though

And get there fast we do

Go faster and faster and faster still

Our destination is not that far

On your feet, on a bike or a skateboard

Our destination is not that far

Here there and everywhere we go

What our destination is we do not know

We certainly are in a hurry to get there

And get there fast we do

Go faster and faster still

Our destination is no that far

In your car, boat or plain 

Our destination is not that far

Enjoy your time here

For it is very short

LIfe is precious, look around once in a while

And remember life is a journey not a destination

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I Love To Write

I love to write 

Because it motivates me to be better

I love to write 

Because it motivates you too

I love to write

Because I grow more each time I do

I love to write 

Because you do too

I love to write

Because it brings new ideas to life

I love to write

Because it helps you in your daily life

I love to write

Because it brings hope to me

I love to write

Because it hope to you too

I love to write

Because life is too short not to

I love to write

Because it lets me be a part of your life

I love to write

Because it opens doors and overcomes walls

I love to write

Because it opens the door to you and overcomes your walls

I love to write

Because I can't live without it

I love to write

Because I know you can't either

I love to write

Because we are in this life together

I love to write

Because God is in this too

I love to write

For you, you and you

I love to write

Because I hope you will too

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The Phoenix-2

A blistering explosion shook the earth to it's very core

A cloud of ash, soot and dust blocked out the very sun

Out of the rubble, destruction and debris light emerged

With the brightness and hopes of a better tomorrow

It was a small burning blue flame at first which later grew

At first in brightness and later in significance and influence

It rose above the rubble and utter destruction all around

Onlookers could not truly make out what they were witnessing

As time passed a magnificently burning head of a bird emerged

It's eyes glowed with the knowledge of life and death

Everywhere it looked new things and ideas came into being

Things once thought impossible five minutes prior came into existance

Trees and plants never seen before began to grow

Creatures never dreamed of before began to swim, fly and crawl

Space and time travel became everyday realities

Food could now taste good and be healthy simultaneously

It's wings expanded and an inner warmth spread through us all

Enemies became friends, battles and wars waged, simply ended

Life as we knew it completely changed for the better

Memories of yesterday and how it was simply faded to dust

History had been written within moments of this awe inspiring moment

Future generations continued to wonder where it had come from

Was it a gift from God, Buddah, Allah or Muhammad?

Or was it simply the infinitely, imaginative power of One simple idea?

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Phoenix-1

Arising from the ashes and dust

Of so many forgotten yesterdays

Out of the charred and smoking rubble

Of so many broken promises and dreams

Erupting bigger then the Pompeii eruption

Brighter then the blast at Hiroshima

Stronger in reach then Katrina or Andrew

More ravaging then the tsunami at Krakatoa

Burning brighter then the sun

Wings extending around the world

Eyes cognizant of the past, present and future

One claw gripping the mortal coil, the other victory

Now things were different than ever before

Self doubt and loathing were obliterated

Along with any and all opposition and negativity

Wholeness and balance now reigned supreme

With all things forged together within himself

His inner flame changed from red to blue

Complete and utter balance could never truly be achieved

As a single blisteringly, burning blue phoenix

To defeat all doubters  and mediocrity

To completely destroy all disbelief

To conclude and finalize his inner and outer growth he had to

Merge with a female blue phoenix and together burn purest white

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Tales of Times After-Part 1

We walked through the rubble of the once great city

In days long past, it's skyscrapers reached to the sky like giant fingers

Demonstrating man had never really forgotten

The story of the Tower Of Babel

It has been known my many names in many stories

Told by authors, artists and illustrators of our past

Some would call it Gotham, Metropolis or New York City

Whatever the name it's significance will never be forgotten

Before, evolution has always been thought to be something that moved us forward

For the most part this has been the case, with commonly unexpected results

When man became capable through genetic manipulation and engineering

To alter his own evolution and maturity this path became less straightforward

Through years of scientific testing and voluntary experiments

Genetic engineering made staggering breakthroughs long thought impossible

The changes all happened slowly at first and then the growth of abilities

In tested individuals far exceeded the imaginations of those tested or testing

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