~The Dragon Flies' Lair IV~

November 7, 2003 | bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and I...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©

[Darksheare]

I always re-write stuff.
Often there's a version 2.0 or such of stuff I've written..
*chuckle*
Me, I usually typo and post 'teh' and such..

[Soaring Feather]

Sure Flurry, I have the same problem. LOL

[Soaring Feather]

All the writers groups say rewrite. Your work will get better, probably true, but I have only so many days to live. LOL

[Conspiracy Guy]

I never mess up when I write with a pen but a keyboard is of the devil.

[Soaring Feather]

Really, well I don't do that much hand writing any more.

Usually write in these boxes.

[snippy_about_it]

I hope she's after you with that plastic hammer and it won't hurt much!

[snippy_about_it]

I would have thought you wrote this today after SAM's post but I see a 2002 copyright. It's great.

[Conspiracy Guy]

I still write snail mail and constantly make notes on ideas.

[Darksheare]

*chuckle*
Pantera - Cemetary Gates

Reverend, reverend
Is this some conspiracy?
Crucified for no sins
Her image - beneath me.
Lost within my plans for life
It all seems so unreal
I'm a man cut in half in this world
Left in my misery


The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes
It's nothing new for him to see
I didn't ask him why
I will remember
The love our souls had
Sworn to make
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see
Now is your (face)

Well I guess
You took my youth
I gave it all away
Like the birth of a
New found joy
This love would end in rage
And when she died
I couldn't cry
The pride within my soul
You left me incomplete
All alone as the
Memories now unfold

Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetary gates

Sometimes when I'm alone
I wonder aloud
If you're watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can't live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last
Through all those
Complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own
And when she died
I should've cried and spared myself some pain...
You left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain

The way we were
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetery gates

[Darksheare]

*Whack!* *Squeaky!* *Whack!* *Squeaky!*

[Soaring Feather]

Sam's posting helped me remember my poem.

Thanks snippy.

[Soaring Feather]

Pantera - Cemetary Gates


Interesting work. Filled with some truth Dark??

Our work usually is bio in some way.

[Darksheare]

That's from the metal band Pantera.
Song came out way back in 1996 or so and was used in the movie Tales from the Crypt: Demon Knight.

Somewhat filled with some truth.
The similarities between it and some of what I write is pretty shocking to me, but it is an interesting song anyway.

Kinda like writing away to find that someone else has already written it...
*chuckle*

[snippy_about_it]

LOL. *squeak squeak*

[Darksheare]

Attacked by the Squeakyduck!!

[Colonel_Flagg]

Back after a short break (I do have to work sometimes, more is the pity...)

Thanks to all for your kind words. This was written over about a half-hour period this afternoon and the words just seemed to flow. Personal ghosts being what they are, and all.. :)

What a wonderful getaway and a fine place to share. So glad to be here!

[Colonel_Flagg]

Birds of a feather ..

[Soaring Feather]

You're most welcome Colonel.
We love having you here in The Dragon Flies' Lair.

[Darksheare]

It's good to have you here.
For me, I end up taking several hours to write stuff.
I tend to try and resist the ghosts and all.
In the end, of course, I fail and stuff gets written anyway.

Thanks again for posting it.

[Darksheare]

The worst are the ones that come from dreams.
I'll be stone cold asleep and hear a song or a poem in the dream and wake up like a switch was thrown.
I then scramble to write it down before it fades from memory.

Given the choice, I prefer being haunted by my ghosts.