Here is a couple of poems a friend i have just me met, shared with me, which I think are awesome..... His names is Alan which u can find in my friends list...enjoy!!!!


"A pheonix is known to rise from the ashes, but people forget they are wise old birds. Even with the option of resurection, they choose to live, to ward, to learn. As primal as death as primal as life, the phoenix as always as primal as fire. Sawing on eagle like nobility, It is the soul of flight, the passion or ire. f Though legenary, it can always renew, beyond extiction, it can ride life through."

Only dreaming, can't I wake? Background shadows, they all hate. Losing touch, I'm lost can't feel, am I dreaming? Am I real? Undertandings overated, what effects do we cause? People simply contemplating, times too fast to stop and pause. In this land of plenty, how oft do we think. About people with their faces empty? The fear of change, the missing link. Concider this while crossing cracked pavements vast, and pretty things are seen. Not where it is that you are going, but where it is you've been.