The night comes,
The stars shine,
The moon moves the ocean at her command,
The power of love moves more than the ocean,
Why love though?
Is it truly needed?
Yes, because without love there is no life,
And without life, how can one be?
Oh the joy of a simple day,
Oh the joy of a breezy night,
Why God, why did you make me so immobile,
If only I could fly,
I could be in the heavens all the time.
These are just the random thoughts of a crazed lunatic.
But are we sane, or do we only believe it so that we don't
become what we think is insane
by believing that we're insane when we can never really
tell.
By,
Cecil GreenDragon (The Astral Traveler)
Now this little bee would joyfully dance;
which would make all the other bees in the hive prance.
In his little dance he would tell the other bees where to find honey;
and to say away from people with money.
Now this little bee, he loved to eat honey;
but, did not understand a thing about money;
which people had lots, all dollars and cents.
All of the people he knew;
would always say "shoo";
whenever it was he came by.
So he stayed with his hive;
very lucky to be alive;
since that swatter only missed by an inch.
But it wasn't just that;
a guy with a hat;
kept on taking every bit of his honey.
Every night he'd come home;
and leave us alone;
and instead brag to his wife, about the money;
he'd made, just off all of our honey.
Because people spent money;
to eat up our honey;
which we made day by day.
So this little bee;
protected his honey;
from people who wanted alot of money.
So from this day forth, when you see a bee;
don't swat it, swear, or scream;
just say "hi", and "goodbye";
and hope you'll meet the bee another day.
By,
Cecil GreenDragon(The Astral Traveler)
These poems were written by my sweet son Casey... the genius.
But in this life in which I live,
If only you will please forgive,
I cannot love,
For stars above,
Decree my destiny.
By
Casey J.Lein 2000
I search. I seek.
I think. I find.
I take a peek,
But hide behind.
This reality is not for me.
I learn and know,
I fight the beast,
I think I grow,
But no... I don't.
This reality is not for me.
Reality is not so big,
is not so strong,
is not so smart,
is not so vicious,
is not so mean,
Reality is whatever you choose,
This reality is not for me, it is me.
By
Casey J. Lein 2000
When I tear, I am torn,
When I wear, I am worn,
Yet never ceasing is my life,
Full of pain and endless strife,
Always worn am I by these,
Those that pray to God on knees.
Who fold their hands,
And bare their heads,
And work all day,
To lay in beds,
Where they can ponder deeds undone,
Until the new time has begun.
Waiting for the glorius day,
When the son of God, the Ray,
Comes back to earth and reigns on high,
Where they will rule, and speak, and guide.
On this day, it will be me,
That disappears; that ceases to be.
Goodbye my men, I go, I see,
There can be no more use, for me.
By
Casey J. Lein 2000
