The elf smirks ‘n plays with a torque
Then with a smile around her lips she said
“It takes more then just ‘n ugly orc,
to keep n elf like me for always dead”

As she dances thru the cave
Singing about this ugly orc;
“He was truly a dork,
and he really doesn’t shave.”

“The power of my mind is so much stronger,
Then the muscles of this beast
The length of my words are so much longer”
Then his arms can ever reach”

She laughs, she jumps and dances
There shines no red moon today,
She takes all the possible chances
To say whatever she wants to say.

“I’m right, I’m right even when I turn left
And I get away with everything,
and thats not all,” she continues to sing,
“one day he also has to deal with theft”

This orc he couldn’t understand that this lil’ elf;
She’s just being whats she’s supposed to be;
And really cannot help herself;
nifty, naughty, and snappy; for sure that is she!

D.S. May 31 2006 15:30 pm

It’s words that got her into trouble,
And forced that orc to burst her bubble.
If she’d kept quiet when it mattered,
She might not have got quite so battered.

But no, she wouldn’t heed advice,
When angry orc said just be nice.
Instead she had to gloat and boast,
So orc resorts to elf spit-roast.

But after her obliteration,
Hata grants reincarnation,
Problem is when orcs see red,
you’re better off to just stay dead.

If you will get up off the floor,
He has to take your head once more.
His vengeful work will not be done,
Til all your daily turns are gone.

If you insist on taunting so,
Don’t be surprised when elf blood flows.
So tell your mouth, ere it’s so rash,
Stop writing cheques your ass can’t cash.

father nav

May 31, 2006 10:28 am

I met an orc man in the cave,
The greenest ugliest smelling orc!
And i am also sure he didnt shave..
I tell you, he was honstely and truely a dork!

“How do you do, green orc,” I said,
“And what do you do all day?”
“I stink ‘n smash about,” said he,
“‘N scuttle about and play;”

“I s’prise unaware innocent folks , ‘n oh gee
A elf did I see,
‘found ya’ I say, and I smash she
so much joy for me!

“I hide arround a corner wall
When more innocent folk comes froo,
‘N only jus’ to fwighten them all
I jump out’n say ‘Boo!’

“‘N after killing that lil elf then I go to the hospital
‘N when she sticks her nose out of the door,
I jump from behind a wall,
‘And then I kill her some more’

“‘N then I play with the baby chicks,
I call them, chick chick chick!
‘N what do you think of that?” said he.
I said, “It makes me sick.

“It gives me sharp and shooting pains
To listen to such drool.”
I wish i could just lift my foot and squash
The God damn green fool.

May 23, 2006 9:32 pm    D.S

Let the clouds carry my love to you,
As they drift to the end of my horizon,
beyond where i can see…

Let the sun touch you like my love does,
Whenever it comes up in the morning,
Throughout the day till the darkness falls…

Let the stars shine like my love for you,
When they light up the dark nights to come,
Brighter than a candle can…

Let the rain pour your sorrows away,
Like my love does if we where together,
Into the sewers far below the streets…

Let the wind blow my love your way,
As it drifts on a cloud to the end of my horizon,
Where u are waiting for me.

D.S. november 6th 2005, 2:30 am

Happy New year,

January first, thoughts of wishes, dreams and the future…
Cant help it, but my past feels like a join with a suture.
The marks, almost not visible at all, almost dont show…
Only very few people really understand and know,
That I feel awkward, The smile on my face, its not real.
Nervous, afraid, weak and small is how I feel.
I don’t want to run and hide, but, am I ready to fight?
The grip of frightening is holding me so awful tight.
Can I win the battle and truly be free?
Or will this always be a part of me?
I wonder if I know the answer and just refuse to accept.
That I am indeed that weak and incapable to adept.
Anger takes part of me, its all just not fair.
Why cant I just stand up to breath in the fresh new years air,
Ready for what will come, might come and what I want to come.
Why cant I just be strong and kick this aweful feeling goodbye!
Its just not fair, makes me so angry, cause it hurts,
yet I still refuse to cry.

january 1st 2004 4:00 pm