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Ghost

I thought I saw a ghost last night

Flicker out like candle light

Then softly glow behind a tree

And reaching out, it beckoned me.

I felt a tugging at my heart

And soon my world came apart

Like spider webs on rainy days

And tattered clouds o'er windy bays.

And as I watched the eerie glow

I thought of things I used to know

Like friends once close that now have gone

Or words to ancient, nameless songs.

But when I tried to walk that way

The light grew dim and could not stay

Attached to common earthly things,

And flew away on angel wings.

Written on Oct 31, 1994

The Name of the Muse

I chatted with my muse today
She's quite upset, with much to say.

"You always ask for songs of love;
The earth below, the skies above.
You ask for songs of sailing ships
And villains vile, and lovers lips.

You ask for tales of Yukon gold
And people freezing in the cold
And stories set in tropic isles
With gentle natives beaming smiles

You ask for paintings of beauty rare
With ruby lips and auburn hair
Or quiet glades with autumn trees
And butterflies and bumblebees

And I have given every one
But rare the thanks when I am done
Your name goes on, but never mine
And you all think that this is fine.

But this is not my preference
I don't always make such sense
I'd rather that my damsels fair
Were caught at henna-ing their hair.

I much prefer to tell a joke
That makes the proper people choke
A ribald song, perhaps quite smutty
Or silly verse, completely nutty

An Escher house, with floors on high
And fishies swimming in the sky
And make up tunes that make you laugh
While other people think you daft

That is what I'd rather do
Than to tell you how much she loves you
I'm much more fond of the trivial
My name, you see, is Doggerel.

Ghost

I thought I saw a ghost last night

Flicker out like candle light

Then softly glow behind a tree

And reaching out, it beckoned me.

I felt a tugging at my heart

And soon my world came apart

Like spider webs on rainy days

And tattered clouds o'er windy bays.

And as I watched the eerie glow

I thought of things I used to know

Like friends once close that now have gone

Or words to ancient, nameless songs.

But when I tried to walk that way

The light grew dim and could not stay

Attached to common earthly things,

And flew away on angel wings.

Sunshine
by Nyaga Roxas

[Trigger warning: suicide mentioned]

It's night,
I'm up, on a building:
I'm about
to jump, then fall down.
They think
that I am just kidding,
but I think
"Who would save me now?".

Like an angel,
she stopped and brought me down.
She said: "Hey,
what did you want to do?
You're special,
but you still don't know how:
I can't imagine
how the world would be without you!".

She believed in me, she told me I was special.
In the dark of the night, suddenly I found...

A little bit of sunshine,
even when it's dark around me.
A little bit of sunshine,
Even when I cry, hopelessly.

When it's dark,
and the night is surrounding you,
when there's no
sun to light up your day,
when you think
nothing's gonna save you,
hear me,
I know you'll find your way!

Now I believe in me, now I know that I am special.
In the dark of the night I know that I will find...

A little bit of sunshine,
even when it's dark around me.
A little bit of sunshine,
even when I cry, hopelessly.

Behind every cloud there is always the sun,
never lose your hope, even you think you're done...

Now I believe in me, now I know how I am special.
In the dark of the night I know that I will find...

A little bit of sunshine,
even when it's dark around me.
A little bit of sunshine,
even when I cry, hopelessly.

I had never seen her in my entire life
Yet I knew her for sure
We stared at each other
Her eyes talked to me in a language I didnt know
Yet I fully understood
And she told me she knew me too
We told each other all our secrets
And poured our hearts out
She missed me as much as I missed her
And she looked away
Ending that second
Of complicity

If friends were life, I'd already be dead;
If friends were blood, I'd never be red!
If friends were fields, I'd be barren land,
If friends were sea, I'd see just sand!
If friends were warmth, I'd be frozen!
If friends were bright, my world would darken!
If friends were stars, I'd be a pebble;
If friends were omnipotent, would I ever be able?
If only friends were some air, I'd be limitless sky.
If only friends were a pair of wings, I'd be able to fly.
Yes...I would.

I wrote this a while back.

Kind of silly, but I like it.

Wishful Thinking

Don't you think it would be grand

To own a little plot of land

And thereupon to build a home

With gardens in the sandy loam

And lots of trees, and good sharp axes

And someone else to pay the taxes!

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wind is blowing

sun is shining

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it feels fine

seem soon salvasion

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