

Fairytales are rarely fairFairytalesFairytales are rarely fair
Were you the prince? Or a wolf in sheeps clothing?
A warm kingdom
Filled with music And laughter Swept away by icy fingers And fiery hands across the sky.
Yet the roses you held
Were only weeds, For the fairie balm Has cleansed mine eyes
It was all and illusion, A Fairie dream...
Or maybe it was real... Perhaps you were the prince
Yet....
Fairytales do come true But my dear maid, Do not be deceived,
When midnight comes Shell sweep him away  


I can't love youShe buried her head in my neck; her arms were wrapped tightly around me, her hands clung to my shirt tightly as though afraid I would disappear. She was holding onto me as though I was a rock that was keeping her from being swept away in a river, as though I might disappear like a phantom of her imagination, sent to taunt her with false comfort. Her hair was tickling my cheek and her whole body was trembling, she was crying, I knew she was, I could feel her tears on my shoulder and I felt horrible for what I had done, I wrapped my arms around her as tightly as I could, I didnt want to let go either.I can't love you
Do you... do you w


Madly in love?Madly in Love?Madly in love?
Madly in love What a phrase! In the eternal cove They shout the praise Of mad love
They were madly in love Those two were Twas love That caused that accursed spur That caused red life to run As thoughts blurred
What was the cause? These folks wonder aloud Madness of love, was the answer.


ButterfliesButterfliesButterflies
Bright as flames, Frail as a wish Floating on the wind Wherever it goes.
North Wind, King of the skies, Shall one of these be your bride?
Frail as flames Bright as dreams, Floating on your breath Their wings in flight Golden in the light They float through their life, A dream
Children of the flame,
Know no shame They are no more than a dream In their dance They keep your glance
A pale flash Of silvery light A shy maid dances Apart from the rest A dress s
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I exist as I am, that is enough
If no other in the world be aware I sit content
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
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hedonism is my new word for fun
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What a delight this is! All this inventing, this producing, takes place in a pleasing, lively dream.
Mozart
'Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.' Dylan Thomas
scéal lámh
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"We learn from experience that men never learn anything from experience."
~George Bernard Shaw
"I don't have much call for handkerchiefs, my dear...there are certain advantages, you see, in being without a nose."
~Erik
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