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The freezing water should have been enough to kill, yet one boy somehow persisted. Though it was impossible, the boy drifted to the sandy ocean floor and lived. Light did not reach this depth, especially not through the storm’s thick cloud cover. Still, the boy survived, and was conscious as well. It was a pitiful existence, as the cold had paralyzed him, except for the shivering in his chest brought on by the freezing temperature, but even that was weakening, slowing. Blind, frozen and immobile, the boy tried to call out for help, but not a whisper escaped his lips. He felt the weight of the ocean pressing down on his throat and his ch

Snow-soft hills Winter jackets Preventing chills Can't fake it. Real and soft Numbing, crispy Crunchy snow Melts by fire, crackly Sunset mountains Crooked horizon Blocks daylight Ends so early. Crisp and biting frost Deepest night mumbling Forests breathing Sighing. Darkness cut, Slicing fire Gives warmth Gives life, crackling.

 Tiny Windows She's got tiny windows in her eyes, Windows that water up when they're told good-bye. Windows full of laughter, and so full of joy, Windows that are wary, and yet so coy. She'll watch the world go 'round and 'round, But in her mind, she'll see one thing, so profound. Up in her attic, your face is all that's around At your face she'll stare, while away the years bound. There are tiny little windows in her eyes. Windows that can make you sing or fly. Windows that don't give a damn. Windows that you could never scam. She'll watch you forever at this rate, She'll know what and who you hate, She'll know who you like to

  Time is Money If time is money then what are we? Material boys and material girls, Locked up inside our material world. When time is money then we're lost And when nobody's looking, Our eyes just watch the clock. If time was never money what have we lost? Subjective is objective and known is forgot. All we've ever known is a load of crock. Time was never money And we just lost the game The fuel to our fire is nothing more than fame. Now that it's gone, we don't know what to do. We've got turmoil, fear and hate And we can't seem to see Heaven's great gate.

 This is Halloween Today is the day, put on your mask Go around to houses, for candy you’ll ask. Monsters, vampires, ghouls and goblins run free Angels and devils, pirates and ninjas; children run about with glee. End of the night, with your horde of sweets You’ll curl up, safe in bed with dreams to greet And when you rise, the mask is stuck to your face, To work or school, you won’t go, a pretender in your place. Forgotten we have, who the pretenders really are, Still, your acting skills aren’t quite up to par. And when you go to take off the dreadful mask, Your face comes off too; you’re a pretender, and

 There are no Superheroes In a world without superheroes Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne would just be zeros. And our bad guys would be free, And at their sight, we'd surely free. Indiana Jones and Frodo Baggins and Mr. Bond Would be useless as Harry Potter without his wand. No Robocop, no Terminator, And not a single Power Ranger. In a world without superheroes Ought we not walk ourselves to the gallows?

 The Phoenix A beautiful bird of red and gold, It flies about, a hundred years old. Upon a perch it lands, its wings fold. And sings stories yet untold. A spark, a flame and the bird is gone Its ashes lie unmoving until the dawn. When a life begins, spreading its wings on the sandy lawn The new life, blooming under the dawn. A beautiful bird of red and gold. It flies about a hundred years old. Upon a perch it lands, its wings fold. And it sings us stories yet untold.

 The Golden Violin It was a summers' day, long ago A young man picked up the golden bow And from the violin, music began to flow. A chorus of angels sang out loud And the player of the violin was very proud As the sound reverberated from cloud to cloud. It was a summer's day, long ago And this man set down the golden bow As the stars began to glow. here and now, this old, gold violin Rests someplace known only to his kin And it stays at rest, below the din Until one day, the day comes in When mankind shall be cleared of all sin.

Deep in the dark depths, Hiding in the darkenss The flood, hiding in wait Waiting for you, silently. Trade your safety and your old life For adventure and danger but watch out The flood's coming to get you.