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Jareth Be PreparedJareth:
I never thought goblins to be esential.
they're crude and unspeakably plain
but maybe they have glimmer of potential
when aligned with my vision and brain

I know that your powers of retention
Are that of a squirell on catnip
But thick as you are, pay attention
Your about to go an a big trip

there's a girl who is full of potential
who is brooding just above ground
it's important she thinks she's alone there
You'll be bogged should you be found!

Let's prepare for a wish of a lifetime
Be prepared for our dreams to come true
the queen will be coming
and you'll keep her running

Hoggle:
but why would we do that?

Jareth:
so we'll win

Chasing Cars Parody- Based off of Rythian and ZoeyWe'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need help
From anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the war?

I don't quite know
How to say
What I feel

Those three words
Aren't said enough
They mean so much

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the war?

Forget what we're warned
I don't care that we're scorned
Show me what you've hidden
From me this whole time

We try to run
From our pasts
From our loved ones

I need you here
To remind me
What it's all for

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the war?

Forget what we're

Walking BluesGive me your hand, babe, let's go walking today.
We will walk until we're seven hundred miles away.

We will walk in the park and hear the mockingbird's song.
Every note they sing is right, they never get one wrong.

We will walk by the ocean, and hear those whales singing too.
They have a song sweet as honey, if honey were blue.

We will walk through the orchard where the jujubes grow.
We will pick and eat the ones that are hanging down low.

And we will tiptoe around any trouble we find.
You know, even Superman takes a day off sometimes.

We will walk in our sandals, we won't need boots or sh

Equestrian Pie (Parody of American Pie)[Intro]
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that friendship used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those ponies prance
And maybe we’d be happy for a while

But Discord’s presence made me shiver
Like an ice cold, frozen river
Something felt absent
We were missin’ the elements

I can remember when I cried
When I read about her fallen allies
But something touched me deep inside
The day the friendship died

[Chorus]
So bye-bye, Miss Equestrian Pie
Flew to the clouds all enshroud, but bare was the sky
And all those colts were drinkin' cider all night
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die

Lullaby Of A Suicidal SoulSo love me, my sweet, and lay me low

My heart will not survive this blow,

Sing me your farewell lullabies,

For tonight, my dear, I sleep to die.

Your heart is pure, your eyes are blue,

But there is nothing I can do for you,

It will all be okay, just hush and sleep,

For me, my darling, don’t utter a peep.

So love me, my sweet, and lay me low

My heart will not survive this blow,

Sing me your farewell lullabies,

For tonight, my dear, I sleep to die.

Tonight, my dear, we sleep to die…

My 'We Didn't Start the Fire' LyricsCamp David, First Gulf War,
Mandela, Desert Storm,
Hurricane Andrew,
NAFTA, Google.

Rwandan genocide,
Forrest Gump, Columbine,
Riots in the LA,
Tony Blair and Y2K.

Operation Orchard,
George Bush the younger,
9/11, Eurozone,
VT shooter on the phone.

Doomsday Clock, Columbia,
Michael Jackson, Obama,
Swine Flu, Facebook,
Bin Laden, Sandy Hook.

Gangnam Style, Mayans wrong,
Aurora, Boston bombs,
Attack in Benghazi,
Arab Spring and BP.

Lucas Arts, Wiki Leaks,
SOPA, LGBT,
Jong-un comes to power,
Chelyabinsk meteor.

Rumpelstiltskin poor soulsRumple:
The only way to get what you want is to learn magic yourself.

Regina:
Can you teach me?

Rumple:
My dear, sweet child. That's what I do. It's what I live for.
To help unfortunate townsfolk like yourself.
But if I do, you'll owe me a favor. hehehe

I admit that in the past I was the darkone
They all feared me and called me, well, an imp
But despite all that you've heard
You can take on my word
that with magic you will never be a whimp
True? yes.
And you fortunately know a little magic
It's in your blood though i admit it's unrefined
And in the end this might just hurt
But ask just what it's worth
to be capable of all that's on your

Burning LightBurning light,
Shining bright,
Let your face declare
My divine might!

Burning light,
Pierce the night,
And shine in this truth!

(interlude)

Absolution,
Courage,
Wisdom and control.
All of these can vanish
In a blink.

Still I hold
This Burden
Closer than I can,
Because I must.
Because I must!

(interlude)

Burning light!

Pedestalhow long will your clothes be in fashion
the flavor of the month is your only passion
what will you do when beauty fades
Girl you've got no personality to compensate

so you look down on others from your homemade pedestal
but it wont be long before you tumble and fall
time will erode everything you know

so look down on others now from your homemade pedestal
but it wont be long before you tumble and fall
time will erode everything you know

how long will you be able to tense your muscles
you only use your knuckles but never learnt to cuddle
how long can you pretend that you are tough
because an old man isn't intimidating when he has n

Dance to the musicDance to the music, sing with all your heart
Hold on together, friendship's like an art!
Dance to the music, sing the night away,
Let's have a party, and send the pain away!

~ Live on, stay strong~
~Don't lose yourself in pain~
~Live on, stay strong~
~Listen to the rain~

Dance to the music, sing with all your heart
Live on forever, each ending is a start!
Dance to the music, sing every day!
Listen to your melody, one only you can play!

~Think fast~
~Dream high~
~Be strong~
~Live your liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife!~

Sing to the music, dance until you drop!
If you keep on climbing, I'm sure you'll reach the top!
Sing to the music, dance your life

BroomsticksOh these broomsticks are made of sugar
And the cracks in the foundations are too
And i'm quite sorry to say this,
But the scurrying inside the walls isn't new
New
New

Oh these miracles are made out of nothing
And the shackles you're forced to wear are too
And i'm quite sorry to say this,
But every word I say is quite true
True
True

And every word I say
Is carefully scripted
By invisible people
Living very encrypted
Lies
Again...

Oh these broomsticks are made of sugar
And every word I say
And the cracks in the foundations are too
Is carefully scripted
And i'm quite sorry to say this,
By invisible people
But the scurrying inside the walls isn't new

And every word I say
Is carefully scripted
By invisible people
Living very encrypted
Lies
Again...

Untitled Song (draft)I fear the first day I truly live
Will be the day I eventually die
And they will still be around
To lie through their teeth about me

I don’t really want to care what others
Think or say about me
But it’s only human nature that I do

I like to think I leisurely walk away
From my problems
…but of course I’m full blown running
I wonder, if they wonder
What I am wondering about

I know that everyone sometimes feels
Like they’re on the outside looking in
So why can’t I see anyone else out here

I know I’m eccentric
And partly cryptic
But…wait, what more do I have to say?
I like to think that
no one can be truely heartless
and not about care at all
But of course I'm wrong
When I question and second guess myself
others join in the fun
Sometimes I don't think these people have souls
or brains

B-My blood type is B negative
Count Dracula took almost all of my blood
I wonder where, where it will go
If there is, there is a great flood
My Dad’s type is A something
And my Mom’s type is plain AB
I wonder how, how you can get
Brown eyes from eyes as green as the sea
My Dad’s type is A something
And my Mom’s type is plain AB
I wonder how, how you can get
Brown eyes from eyes as green as the sea
My blood type is B negative
My blood type is B negative
Count Dracula took almost all of my blood
I wonder where, where it will go
If there is, there is a great flood
In case of an emergency,
My number’s 6-4-3-2-1
Call it as soon as you can
Because my heart’s on, on the run
My Dad’s type is A something
And my Mom’s type is plain AB
I wonder how, how you can get
Brown eyes from eyes as green as the sea
My blood type is B negative
My blood type is B negative
My blood type is B negative
Count Dracula took almost all o

The Victory of LossThe more I know,
The less I say
There is no other way
All the things I know are true
Can't be passed along to you
But I still wanna stay

I don't know
How to explain
The only thing I feel is pain
I have no heart
Only a brain
But I can't stay sane

The fire will burn
The wind will blow
That's the only thing they know
Like them, I can only do
The things that I was meant to
But I am gonna miss you

No more words,
So no more lies
On my lips, the truth just dies
I cannot open my eyes
To see the message in the skies
But I will never rise.

~G.K. (Kreatress)

That Pentecost is Light GreenAt pinsen den er lysegrøn/That Pentecost is light green
A modern psalm for Pentecost

That Pentecost is light green
And the beech wood divinely beautiful
With sun and anemones.
Then all small birds sing
But Pentecost also plays on
The deep organ notes.

On the church's first birthday
Then victory was created from defeat
And that is the joy of Pentecost.
And the word of the Lord creates
A congregation, a spring earth
With sun and wind and water.

God makes once more the withered green
And all the ugly becomes beautiful
In the hands of the Lord given.
But first the word must like a seed
In the winter deep down to die.
Before it rises to life.

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He's run away

Look who's finally run from home.
Its silly, but there it is,
with hope and forethought,
aspiration and what naught,
I can see, he's run from home.

Ready for his own life,
with his own dreams;
making it with his own skills -
with his own beliefs,
and making it work.

Ready to struggle a bit,
but enjoy it a lot;
to learn from mistakes
and eat of his own crop.
Ready to work his fields,
ready to tend his flock.
He just wants the chance
to show what he's got.

Ready to make his own things,
with sweat and patience;
to wake up in the morning,
and feel yesterday's ache.
Go to bed at night with one that he loves,
hold her tig

A fish leaps up out of the sea, and flies across the sky.
It lands in oceans far away, but while it sails it shines.
Drops of life fall in its wake, showering all below.
As they fall they grow tails that flutter in the wind,
and aim themselves to spread life where they land.
Left and right they see their peers in much the same flow,
looking down they see the Earth reach up to meet their cause,
looking up they see their creator continue on without pause;
for naught can stop this determined spreader of life
from flying his course every day without change.

Navigating the Path

The beauty of any scene from nature cannot completely be translated into words. When writing on nature, the goal is to come as close as possible to proving this statement wrong. For the past eight months I have been submerged in the endless depth of beauty and wonder that is Craftsbury Common, Vermont. For the past two weeks, I have been trying to translate some of its beauty into words.
Luckily, the past two weeks were late April and early May, and the weather is apparently sympathetic to my cause. Many days have been warm and dry, only a few showing the usual volatile nature of the weather here. The part of nature I wished to tran

Too LateIt was too late
to hear your breath.
The wall was built
too strong
for me to break.

As I sit on the step
I wonder what the value of it is
when

Its been so long
since my heart has been hurt
from the inside out.

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Down from the Mountain

by ~Ramuel, Feb 20, 2004, 12:00:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Songs & Lyrics

I just came down from the mountain to find you.
I’ve been cooped up in my mind for a bit too long.
I wanted just to come down and see your face;
Come down from the mountain and sing you this song.
It would clear up my clouded mind to feel your heart.
It would soften my calloused hands to touch your skin.
If I came down from the mountain to hear your voice,
I would regain my soul and sing again.

In my mind I can walk along the shore;
I can see the seagulls interrupt the sunset;
I’d be with you and walk for hours and hours,
The ocean the backdrop for our presence.

But on the mountain I cant walk along the shore,
And on the mountain I cant be with you;
My mind isn’t the place I really want to be,
I want to be down there and near you.

It would clear my clouded mind to feel your heart.
It would soften my calloused hands to touch your skin.
If I came down from the mountain to hear your voice,
I would regain my soul and sing again.

…But on the mountain I cant feel your heart;
And on the mountain I cant touch your skin;
On the mountain I cant hear your voice,
My soul is lost until I see you again.
My soul is lost until I see you again.

…So I just came down from the mountain to find you.
I’ve been cooped up in my mind for a bit too long.
I wanted just to come down and see your face;
Come down from the mountain and sing you this song.

Down from the Mountainby ~Ramuel

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Songs & Lyrics

©2004-2013 ~Ramuel

Yeah I wrote this the other day. I guess since its the lyrics of the song, it goes in lyrical... right?

Please comment, I put alot of time into this.
Yeah this song is dedicated to my gf. (

, if you havent figured it out)

~Azeriel Feb 20, 2004

wonderful brother it truly is... you time and effort doesn't go unnoticed *giggles @ the fawnin ladies* ahhh so cute how the lass's get with romance....

hehehe well well done!

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~Ramuel Feb 21, 2004

Thanks... All the girls did say they liked it alot... including the one I care most about. heh
Girls love it when you write stuff for them...

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~Azeriel Feb 21, 2004

It's all about the one you love!

Good job!

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~ahmose Feb 20, 2004 Hobbyist Writer

very beautiful!! I can tell you put a lot of time into it.

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~Ramuel Feb 21, 2004

Thanks, Ahmose.

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~ahmose Feb 21, 2004 Hobbyist Writer

no prob

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~Prehistoricdanc Feb 20, 2004 Hobbyist General Artist

I like it a lot

good job

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~Ramuel Feb 21, 2004

Thanks

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~Prehistoricdanc Feb 21, 2004 Hobbyist General Artist

anytime

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*Rina-ran Feb 20, 2004

That was wonderful! makes me wish I had a bf too...such a great poem/song coming from a fantastic poet/writer...

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