Pixiemountain

Bury me where the grasses grow Below the weeping willow trees To let their branches  shed upon me Leaves of varied greens. Then, as I lie there, I shall hear The grasses sigh a soft behest: ''Sleep. beloved one, sleep and rest.'' Bury me in a place like this: Where those who scheme and give their tongues To plots and anger, never can Displace the earth that covers me Nor ever keep me from my sleep. If you who reads these lines should chance To find me, O then bury me Where grasses whisper this behest: ''Sleep, beloved one, sleep and rest.''

Dirty water may quench many a fire; and momentarily free you from desire, as you ease your greed like others before. It is a folly to bargain for gentle bliss; and settle for a demons unchaste kiss, just be patient and see what lays in store. It may seem like an eternity in the mire; as you search for your hearts true desire, trod onward in virtue and find your amour.

     We are what no one knows         we are what no one cared We are the              beating of wings in the night We are what we all knew   We are star stuck         bumbling into the light I don't want to see      I don't want to be Anything outside of my personality        I don't know where I went wrong All I know is I gotta do something right We are all of non conformity          We are the soul of oddity we are the other definition of human might                           We are all we want to be We are poetry not so flowery     We were star struck We are in bloom   once in a life time sight I don't wan