Tornado

Turning, twisting, spinning.

Swirling terrors

Of endless destruction.

Mile after mile,

Havoc follows it everywhere.

Twisting rotation,

Of endless rage,

Until, finally, at blessed last,

The twirling terror stops.

Do Not Fear

Do not fear,
Do not worry,
I am here for you.

Do not run,
Do not hide,
I will care for you.

Don’t be scared,
Don’t be shy,
I will love you.

Let your heart open,
Let your walls down,
I will heal them.

Your soul is shattered,
But I can heal you,
If you let Me.

True love can be yours,
If only you open
Up your heart to Me.

Sing

Sing with joy,

Do you not understand?

That joy, on this earth,

Doesn't always mean perfection.

An off key note

Is not deprecating. 

So sing unto the Lord a new song

With your heart.

Animal Whimsies

I love you

I hate you

I am a queen.

Adore me, please?

I reign over all

My glory unmatched.

You will bow

To my every command.

If you do not,

I will kill

With my brain.

I am too lazy

To do otherwise.

My whims require

Your instant

Immediate

Attention.

I hate you

I love you.

I am a cat.

Love and Stress

Can you feel your heartbeat

Beating ever faster? 

Your hands shaking 

Your fingers trembling.

Do I describe love or fear?

But they are not the same

Despite these limited descriptions.

For this is the reaction

To compassion in love.

And the reaction to this 

Is gentle.

But in fear 

It seems that no one sees

There is no smile

To comfort you.

Wedding

Bells are ringing
Children singing,
It's a joyous celebration.
Laughter, dancing
Eating cake and icing.
Boy and girl
Become man and woman
With joy and sadness.
White and gold
Beauty and grace.
All parts of this
Glorious day.

The Tale of Albadon

There was a king of Albadon
Who was so strong and fierce.
He ruled over his people
With a strong and mighty hand.
His realm was feared across the land
For all its power, might!
But the last king of Albadon
Fell to the sword.

But Albadon still was a land
Of power, glory, might.
And now there rose a queene
Who was so fair and proud.
Her beauty was acclaimed
Across the worlds and lands!
But the last queene of Albadon
Fell to her pride.

So Albadon had fallen
There was no ruler there.
There came a time in which
Chaos ruled the land,
It seemed that all was lost.
Albadon would die.
Order was brought at last
But it was false and feared.

Finally there rose a child
Who was acclaimed as Queene.
But she feared for her life so long
For she was little loved.
So when her lover died
The child ran away.
And Albadon at last
Faded into mist.

Times and times passed
And Albadon grew tired.
But suddenly a warrior
Stood forth from the rest.
She led her people into war
To save them from the mist.
And no blood of Albadon
Was shed that day but hers.

There was a Queene of Albadon
Who was fair and strong.
She ruled o’er her people
With a loving hand of power.

And so the tale of Albadon
Is closed like this:
Be like the warrior,
Not the Queen,
The king ,
Or the child.