roar #12

The Forever Friend
by Artur Hawkwing

On my own, but mostly the savannah,

Where the tumbleweeds

fade away and die,

Before the glassy sun

burns a summer of crystals,

The glistering waters of the high seas

Of which was so far a place

as of where vultures roam.

I looked around

but you weren't anywhere...

You used to say that you would never die,

But I took the wrong meaning into my heart.

Now the sea is wild with despair,

Deep blue like a prairie of flowers blue,

Where all children of God rest in eternal peace.

I saw you at the end,

You and I, brother and sister of nature,

Brother and sister of heaven and earth,

Your usually calm and heavenly eyes full of tears,

Bitterly falling one after one into a river,

Then the river of life turned red in blood.

My eyes watched in horror.

Slowly and deadly

your heart became poisoned,

You disappeared

without saying good-bye,

Not a word came

out of your mouth.

You became like

desolation in its grave.

When once the

skies were a realm of stars

And the sun shone brightly in summer skies,

You were there to share the calmness;

But now I stand here in midst of the tall grass

And only the savannah remains.

roar #11

On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes,

Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's surprise,

And said as he nestled on Santa's broad knee,

"I want your secret. Tell it to me."

He leaned up and whispered in Santa's good ear,

"How do you do it, year after year?"

I want to know how, as you travel about,

Giving gifts here and there, you never run out.

How is it, dear Santa, that in your pack of toys

You have plenty for all of the world's girls and boys?

From rooftop to rooftop,

to homes large and small,

From nation to nation, reaching them all?"

And Santa smiled kindly and said to the boy,

"Don't ask me hard questions. Don't you want a toy?"

But the child shook his head, and Santa could see

That he needed the answer.

"Now listen to me,"

He told the small boy with the light in his eyes,

"My secret will make you sadder, and wise.

"The truth is that my sack is magic. Inside

It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride.

But although I do visit each girl and each boy

I don't always leave them a gaily wrapped toy.

Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad,

Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad.

Some homes are broken, and children there grieve.

Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?

My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff,

But for homes where despair lives, toys aren't enough.

So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy,

And pray with them that they'll be given the joy

Of the sprit of Christmas,

the spirit that lives

In the heart of the dear child who gets not, but gives.

If only God hears me and answers my prayer,

When I visit next year, what I will find there

Are homes filled with peace, and with giving, and love

And boys and girls gifted with light from above.

It's a very hard task, my smart little brother,

To give toys to some and to give prayers to others.

But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed.

For God has a way of meeting each need.

"That's part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth,

Is that my sack is magic. And that is the truth.

In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve day

More love than a Santa could ever give away.

The sack never empties of love, or of joys'

Cause inside it are prayers, and hopes.

Not just toys.

The more that I give, the fuller it seems,

Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams."

And do you know something? You've got a sack, too.

It's as magic as mine, and it's inside of you.

It never gets empty, it's full from the start.

It's the center of lights, and of love. It's your heart.

And if on this Christmas you want to help me,

Don't be so concerned with the gifts 'neath your tree.

Open that sack called your heart, and shareYour joy,

your friendship, your wealth, your care.

"The light in the small boy's eyes was glowing.

"Thanks for the secret. I've got to be going."

"Wait, little boy," Said Santa, "don't go.

Will you share? Will you help?

Will you use what you know?"

And just for a moment the small boy stood still,

Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered

"I will"

roar #10

There is only one thing
about which I shall have no regrets
when my life ends.

I have savoured
to the full all the small, daily joys.
The bright sunshine
on the breakfast table;
the smell of the air at dusk;
the sound of the clock ticking;
the light rains that start gently after midnight;
the hour when the family come home;
Sunday evening tea before the fire!

I have never missed one moment of beauty,
not ever taken it for granted.
Spring, summer, autumn, or winter.
I wish I had failed as little in other ways.

roar #9

I get a funny feeling,

it comes from deep inside.

I get all mad and angry,

wanting to go and hide.

My doctor calls it depression,

my dad says it's just me.

But the thoughts and feelings,

no one will ever be able to see.

Some say I'm psycho,

some say I'm just weird.

It's like I'm a different person,

and the old me just disappeared.

I get really edgy,

I want to commit suicide real bad.

Then I get a headache,

followed by feeling sad.

I wish I could get help,

I wish it would go away.

Maybe if I keep praying real hard,

it will some day.

roar #8

She'd known him her entire life
She always dreamed to be his wife
Just his smile made her heart melt
But she never told him how she felt

Forever hoped to have him here
Always dreamed to hold him near
Time passed and they both did grow
But still she never let him know

Perfect chances passed her by
But she just couldn't tell this guy
No matter what she'd ever do...
He still didn't have a clue

But one day her whole world did end
When she heard news from a friend
About the wreck he'd gotten in...
She'd never see his smile again

Now at his grave she softly cries
The tears running from sad eyes
This hurting girl whose heart is broken
All because of love unspoken

its time to do something.