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Eosophobia - I Fear The Dawn

Eosophobia: I Fear the Dawn

I am lying awake in bed

Sad thoughts are invading my head

crashing through my brain

all happy thoughts run down a drain.

I have been having dreamscares

or could they be nightmares?

Of being chased inside a castle

I don't why it's me they hassle!

Screaming for my blood

I think I should chew the cud

I look down, am balanced on a wire

I turn around and now I am being chased by a vampire!

Then a silver horse with wings

comes by, its salvation he brings

Pegasus has come to take me away

but then the wind blows me astray.

Gone! Lost in a crash of thunder

only my rescue could be a blunder

Then soft and fair voices are what I hear.

Could they be Elves, no! it's what I fear.

A large snake, twisting, writhing!

Squeezing me ever so tightly.

I am losing my life in never-ending pain.

Life I feel is nothing for me to gain.

A sensible voice tells me what I want to know

"It's only a dream!" then appears a headless shadow.

I look up, a ghost is in front of me,

all crookéd and cankered, but is a he!

He brings out his hand from beneath his cloak

Then a voice is heard, it is a croak.

"I will protect and save you,

it appears I arrived on cue!"

That's when I awaken

All sweaty and shaken

There is still night

still hours to make my dreams aright!

I close my eyes, Pegasus is back!

I get on him and we fly between unseen tract.

No thunder this time but a person beckoning me down.

Its a raven haired moon Princess in silver shimmering gown.

She calls me over with her hypnotic voice

which leaves me with no choice

but to do as she says: "Stay, my daughter, thou art mine ever more!

Stay and ride, and live by my tranquil shores!"

I live with her now and I am care-free

Pegasus is my horse and we ride eternally

The only dread, I remember I own

Is Eosophobia: Fear of the Dawn!

I heard this word on the radio and was immediately inspired. This was years ago!

Myspace

Well peeps I have decided to go back to Myspace. I left like thousands of others to join the new thing called Facebook ... after a year or so I got bored. Especially as there was no way to properly individualise your own home page by inserting pictures in the background and make your own colours and make it ... well ... you! Another thing I did not like was the not being able to listen to music - and I loved finding weird, wonderful, unrecorded music out there - a beautiful tonic to the XFactor and Britain's Got Talent stuff out there!

So, here is the address www.myspace.com/drwho7freak to anyone interested!

Cute or What!

Is there nothing cuter than a cat and a puppy curled up together. This was taken last summer I think. I know I was on my own and needed to take it to show family members that were out. Aren't they the sweetest!

The dog is called Amy-Jill and the cat is called Orlando. Parents say they named the cat after Orlando a ginger cat in childhood stories. I say he's named after Orlando Bloom ... lol!

Got to see this I love Captain Jack! "Pirates 4: The full-length trailer arrives! - Action and adventure movies features and articles, MSN Movies - MSN UK http://t.co/3OPChMI via @MSNmoviesUK"

Sandra

"Sandra Bullock donates $1 million to Japan tsunami relief - Celebrity News, Latest Celebrity Gossip MSN Celebrity UK http://t.co/ic6wSIO via @msncelebrityuk"

I have ALWAYS loved Sandra Bullock as an actress now I admire her even more as a person!

Red Nose Idea

I have an idea and need support for it. Due to the poem below that I wrote for Red Nose Day ... my idea is that other writers get together to write stories and poems. Get them collated in a book and find a publisher willing to publish it for Comic Relief or any other charity - maybe now for the Tsunami victims in Japan and the Pacific Coast. Please comment on this if you want to join in. This is something I feel passionate about as I have always wanted to do something special for Comic Relief.

Children, Dear Children

Children, Dear Children - A Red Nose Day Poem - By Me!

Children, dear children standing in the street
Children, dear children dying on their feet
Children, dear children begging for scrags of meat
Children, dear children, eyes showing defeat

Crowded homes with no room to lay their head
not even a mattress to call a bed.
Fetid stench of human waste
flow down in a stream; a smell you can taste!

When they hurt they have to tolerate the affliction
For them there is no consolation.
As health can take it’s toll on the little means
they have, good health is a luxury it seems.

Clothes on their back hard to find
Keeping warm with things other’s left behind
Most of the time their feet are dirty and rough
The soles careworn and tough

Parents struggling to get their kids a form of education
Toiling, scrubbing even prostitution
Clinging on to hope that things would change for good
If basic subjects were understood.

Children dear Children begging in the street
Children, dear children, just for little scrags of meat
Children, dear children hang down their heads with a sigh
Children, dear children in the slum they die.

I'm Back

I'm back, yes I haven't said much I know but I need to get back blogging, haven't done any in a long time and though I love twitter some things need more than 140 characters. Mayhap I shall do one about pets, or Driving Lessons, or something. As long as I can talk and talk I'm a happy bunny. I may post some bits of story or fanfic or poetry, thank you for reading this. Maybe this time I can try and make it work.