Shhhhhh!
Be very quiet
Don't dare to breathe
Lest you fright it

It's very ugly
To you it's small
Though to its own
It might be tall

I speak of course
Of the Brownie
He comes from another
Very small townie

I do not speak
Of succulent treats
Nor about
Chocolate sweets

I speak of a troublesome, loathsome
Little man
Who loves to cause trouble
As much as he can

Written for Chelsea Murray, one of my very best friends, and always my sister.

Wings flutter softly
Stirring cold air
Disturbing one human
With crumpled hair

The human stays sleeping
Though not far to wake
If she stops dreaming
Fairy's leave she must take

The human's name's Chelsea
The fairy does know
She's been once before
To this human's abode

She's wondering widely
She's ready to snoop
But Chelsea's hair is distracting
She just wants one loop

As soon as she's done
She flies up real high
Up to the shelf
Where all the books lie

She's heard sweet songs
She's sung light duets
But these books int'rest her
More than she lets

She lights on one book
And lets it slide free
She opens it up
And leans on one knee

As she is reading
She hears a slight sound
She looks to the form
Asleep on the ground

She realizes she's found
But she doesn't move fast
This human's a friend
She realized at last

The human gets up
Says "Man, I can't sleep
The creatures in here
Are ready to peep

"I can feel them inside
Though I can't see them clear
If Chelsea were up
She's see what was here

"Don't worry, Dear Fairy,
Don't fear none from me
I won't hurt you once
Even if I could see"

The fairy relaxes
In closet, on shelf
The human does leave
Off by herself

The fairy continues
To ready by moonlight
When suddenly
She sees a strange sight

The girl in the bed
Was smiling sweet
With innocence
That no evil could beat

Taught from birth
That humans were cruel
She beheld this sight
And found a new rule

Innocence
Is given at birth
It's easy to lose
Even at one's own hearth

But if one's own heart
Is kept just and pure
Untainted by hate
Mythological lure

Looking to the east to see fur so white
Looking to the south to see legs so long
Looking to the west to see feet so light
Looking to the sea to see heart so strong

Seemingly like from the heavens above
Wishing, wanting to see this unicorn
Once upon a time such a sight to love
Yet to see once more this sight so forlorn

Wondering but there can only be one
Throughout this world and at any one time
Going through this world easily undone
By a touch skin to skin by your hand or mine

No one has seen one nor knows where it went
It can only be seen by innocent

(Inspired by The Last Unicorn By Peter S. Beagle, and the movie "Legend")

Mother is the clown
Juggling this and that
Ruben is the man
Getting fired from the cannon
Mary is the ringmaster
Laughing at the hullabaloo
Michelle is hiding in a corner
Trying hard not to guffaw
George is running back and forth
Trying to fix the broken
Robert, of course, is trying
to make a profit
I'm watching from about
Standing of the tight rope
Balancing their fate in my hands

KEY:
Ruben-Uncle
Mary-Aunt
Michelle-Aunt
George-Uncle
Robert-Uncle

Once upon a time,
A long time ago,
I never would have seen
I never would have known

We were perfect once
Deeply in love
I never would have seen
I never would have known

How could you break
My once unbroken heart
I never would have seen
I never would have known

It's happened twice now
In my messed up world
I never would have seen
I never would have known

Before in innocence
Before these things I know
I never would have seen
I never would have known

Now that I've been broken
Now that I'm alone
I never would have seen
I never would have known

If I was the person
That I know that I am now
I never would have seen
I never would have known

Once upon a time
Will never come again
Now that I have seen
Now that I have known

Murphy you know
It might not show
He said with a trill
"What can go wrong will!"

If I were a fox
I'd never get stuck in a box
I'd always be running
Using my cunning
And I would never get lost

I wish to be insane
Cause then I'd have a name
I'd babble a little
Riot with Kittle
Then I'd shake out my mane

If you don't just sit there
I'll duck tape you to the chair
Please be quiet
Or you won't like it
I'll duck tape your mouth and your hair

Living, learning, going by
Life becoming wide
Stretching, thinning, eyes go dull
Slowly die inside

Cutting to feel alive
Running with the wolves
Ignoring blatant snide replies
Wishing to be loved

Feeling pain is better than
Feeling nothing right
Rather feel pain than
Feel another's blight

Wishing, wanting, craving life
Though I'm dead inside
Walking corpse though no one sees
The strife within my mind

Hearing voices no one hears
Craving silence sweet
Never hearing what they say
Nor the fate I'll meet

Wishing pain unto myself
Not another's life
Wond'ring when my world will end
Ending all this strife

Lovely, lovely death in sight
Maybe soon to come
Wishing that I had the might
To end this and be done

Never to return again
Soul wond'ring free
It's been gone awhile now
Though no one can see

Soul brought back by song alone
Its lilting melody
Voice rising higher, higher
The only way I'm free

Narrative

Hoping, wishing, wondering why
Dreaming, dieing, falling
Friendship flying slowly by
Musing, laughing, calling

Alliterative

Justice, juggling, jingling, jumping
Hoping, hugging, hiding
Running, ruining, ridding right
Loving, loathing, lying

Punch line

Lovely, homely, calmly gone
Deathly, sickly, pale
Wishing, hoping, something wrong
Tornado's gusty gale

You may have a chance
  to fly high and free
Whether in a balloon
  or wings of ivory

You may have a chance
  to run far and wide
Whether down on the plains
  or a world your own to hide

You may have a chance
  to sing out your soul
Whether singing high
 or singing low

To whom it may concern:
  if you get a chance
Run and fly and sing
  and don't forget to dance

Moonlight trailing a
Simple path across water
Reflecting my face


People walking by
Their lives are so minuscule
Compared to the world


Trees blow in the wind
Air bending but not breaking
Howling in defeat

What to ask?
Just one question
Just one line
What to ask?
Just one page
Just one rhyme
What to ask?
To be or not
To hear the lot
To see the plot
Undo the knot
What to ask?

Kasi-
Completely psychotic, considered strange
Who has several siblings, but none by blood
Who loves reading and writing plus walking with friends
Running, playing games with kids, having fun
Who can't stand to see someone in pain
Who can't stop smiling around babies
Who wants one of her own
Who lives in a place everyone knows
All covered in vines that tickle your toes
-Younger

 

Siren

Strong, Protective

Singing, Swimming, Alluring

Racing through the icy waves

Queen

Mouse
Small, Pretty
Running, Jumping, Moving
Never in one place
Doodette


People
Bright, Melodic
Walking, Running, Living
Voices standing strong together
Choir

 

i sing of ninjas

       dilivering you food

       of diliverators

       running to your door

i sing of silence

       and never knowing we are there

       of spotters

       making sure you don't see

I sing of driving

       extra really fast

       of drivers

       pushing wrong buttons

i sing of making

       it in less that 30 minutes

       of navigators

       telling us the turns

i sing of food

       cooking in back the van

       of chefs

       yelling at the driver

i sing of seppuku

       if we are later than 30 minutes

       of sword and star

       and making sure your food is there

 

Running-

Saving one's own hide

Fleeing from the fight

Cowardice at night

Cowardice in flight

Fighting-

Giving of one's self

Never on the shelf

Courage through the fear

Courage far and near

 

why does silence speak?

beautiful, serene

listening is sweet

but why does silence speak?

foretelling a lie

ony Gaia knows why

why does silence speak?

 

the sun on my cloudy day

will always come

and always stay

staying close

not far away

my sister will never stray

chelsea my light at day

 

Just like the wolf

            And his pack

Or should I say her.

I have a pack

            All my own

I watch over them

            Until they’re grown

I hold them

            Until they’re steady

Stand by them

            Until they’re ready

To be off

            On their own

Then I stand

            All alone

Alfa. Mother.

Friend. Protector.

All expected

            Of their leader