Ryan

You're that star up in the sky,
you're that mountain way up high,
hey you made it, mm, you're my greatest.
I love you with all my heart,
and with this pledge we will never part,
but will you still love me in the morning
after we check out of the motel?

Much love to ya, Ali!
Ryan (Obi)

- Avalon -

The mists part and the isle is revealed.
Lush green lawns, what else will be revealed?
The Priestess leads you onto the beach,
Where you are greeted and clothed.
For you are to be trained
And welcomed into the Service of the Goddess.

Your training begins and you learn new things.
How to call on the elements, and many other things.
Finally, after years of study,
You are given the mark of your abilities.
You wear the crescent moon proudly and free.

-Untitled-

The mist rises, forming around you.
The temperature drops, causing you to shudder.
You feel a hand on your shoulder,
but you can't turn to look to who the hand belongs to.
You are frozen, an inatimate object in this world of ice.
You begin to lose the feeling in your limbs.
You begin to take deeper breaths.
You begin to hear your heart slow.
Suddenly, it all stops, and you wake up in your bed.
Sweating, you assure yourself it was all a dream.
Or was it? For death can get you in many realms.

-What do you see?-

When you look at me, what do you see?
Do you see a man?
Do you see a boy?
Do you see a fellow just trying to annoy?
Do you see a father?
Do you see a son?
Do you see a person being made fun by everyone?
Do you see a uncle?
Do you see a nephew?
Do you see a person just trying to choose?
Trying to choose of what he is,
what he was,
and what he will be made of?
Be it metal,
be it wood,
be it plastic,
that's no good.
Whatever he is, he still wants to know.
When you look at me, what do you see?

-why?-

Why do people always make fun?
Point and laugh, snigger and crap
Why do people always insult?
Tell you your fat, or dumb, or too smart to have fun.
Why do people always criticize?
Cut you down when your feeling so high.
Why do people always care?
Care so much you feel your running out of air.
Why do people always do,
All the things they shouldn't do?
Do they do it because it is fun?
A barrel of laughs for each and every one.
Do they do it because they are jealous?
Jealous of you, and your many talents.
Why, oh why must they do,
the things they shouldn't do?
For whatever excuse they may have,
They should think before they feat,
And take into consideration every person they meet.
For every person would like to know,
Why do people do things, we all must know.

-Candle-
Copyright © 2000.

The flame gives off a sense of
warmth and security in the cold
and hostile world we live in.

As the candle burns deaths breath
sends shivers down your spine as it
grips your life in it's hands.

The flame extinguishes but yet you
are still alive. How did you cheat death?
You re-lit the candle.

-Something-

I want something more
Something more from you
You want us to be friends
I'll be losing again
I want something more
Something more from you
Oh baby
You got me
You got me wrapped around you
Anything
You would say
Would make me go insane
cuz
I want something more from you
Baby
Taken from: PYT "Something More Beautiful"

-A Poem for Alisia-

A is for adoring
L is for lovley
I is for intimate
S is for sexy
I is for irresistible
A is for angelic
All these words describe Alisia
the most beautiful and important person in my life.
Without Alisia by my side I would be lost.

-Your hair is like Cinnamon-
-Your lips are like a Rose-
-When My lips touch yours I feel an endless bliss as we kiss-
-The Room turns white and we are on a cloud floating through the stars-
-Seeing you there, your face as soft as silk
I realize I am in heaven
and know that I am safe in your arms forever,
and never shall I feel loneliness-

-Blackouts-

Blackouts are what I dream of
Blackouts are what makes my dreams come true
Blackouts are what get me closer to my girlfriend
Blackouts are what pushes me farther from my girlfriend
I pray for blackouts
and I loeathe blackouts
Either way they all give me luck.

-Survive Picnic Island-

As I walked onto the bus I felt very sad,
I thought this trip would be bad.
As the bus started up I had images running through my mind.
Of the sand, of the surf, and of the people I left behind.
As I sat in my seat I wondered, "How it Would Be?"
"Would it be fun? Would it be bad? Would it make me mad?"
The Bus stopped.
I realized we were there.
There was no turning back so I stood up and took the dare,
the dare to survive Picnic Island.