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If Uther Had a Journal.......Morgana, light of my life, suggested I take the afternoon to relax while she and Arthur take care of my duties this afternoon. Such a sweet and loyal disposition my Morgana has. Surely none other is so beautiful or kind as her. Arthur has grown into a fine young man. He will be an excellent king. He has proven himself over and over again in battle and with the law.
My only true concern is that he seems to be too much attached to his servant. Such a dull-witted boy I have never known; but Arthur goes to great lengths to save him or protect him. I am at a loss to explain this loyalty to a servant. The servant does have the same intense loyalty to Arthur and that is something.
My war wound is aching more than usual today. I should ask Gaius to make me a stronger potion. Now he is a loyal servant worthy of attention. A true friend and ally helping fight against magic.
If Morgana Had a Journal......I cannot stand to be much longer in the company of fools and hypocrites. To think I once cared for them. Why didn't I kill Uther when I had the chance! The hypocritethe man who is my father and yet refuses to acknowledge the blood tie between us. Arthur is as ignorant as ever. He continues to dote on me as if I were his sister; which I am but he has no knowledge of that of course. Any love I once had for him died when I realized that he would follow Uther blindly in whatever he set forth.
Gwen has become a means to an end. She loves Arthur, and he her, and that relationship is of use to Morgouse and I. I must be more careful with how I treat her or she may begin to suspect me. While she would never be able to convince Arthur or Uther otherwise of my pure intentions it would make the illusion easier to maintain. She is the only possible regret in this master plan of my sis
If Gaius Had a Journal.......Lord Lichtenstien requests a remedy for a tightness of his chest. (It would be best if he did not each so much fine food and find some looser pants). Insists that I have a potion for him.
Lady Bronte and Constable Lewis requests sleeping potions.
Remids me when I would make Lady Morgana's nightly sleeping draught. It pains me to see the road she has decided upon. I cannot help but remember her as a bright child and kind spirit. To see such a drastic change is most unsettling.
Madame Austin requested something for headaches. I have suggested that she stay out of the afternoon sun and put a mixture of herbs in her tea once a day. Merlin will fetch it for her on the morrow.
Sir Alcorn's wound must be seen to this afternoon. He had a very bad scrape with Arthur during practice yesterday. Of course if Merlin had been paying attention to where he was stepping it would have never happened.
If Gwen Had a Journal.......It was washing day today. It needs to be done but I cannot say that it is my favorite day of the week. Some of the Lady Morgana's dresses are particularly difficult to wash. All of the silk and fine cloth catches the dust and everything else; which reminds me my own home needs to be cleaned of the dust and grime. I have been working more at the castle than usual, except for today. Morgana gave me the evening off.
I am afraid I can no longer trust my Lady Morgana. I fear she means great evil to us all and yet who could I possibly tell? Breathing a word of my fears to the king would result in my head rolling on the ground. I can tell no one but Gaius and Merlin, who have confirmed my fears. I am terrified, and yet I can only think about the kindness she used to bestow upon me and Merlin. She helped save his village and stood up for my father when he was accused of being a sorcere
If Arthur Had a Journal......Hmmmmmm What should I make Merlin do today? I think I had him clean my armor yesterday but it wouldn't hurt to make him clean it again. I should also make him hold my targets for knife throwing today as punishment for messing up my dinner last night. Faeries stealing my foodhow stupid does he think I am? Never mind that. There are times when I truly believe that only half of his brain exists in that thick head of his.
Then he has these moments when he acts so wise; like he knows things that I don't know which is of course ridiculous. I do have to admit, where no one else can read this, every so often he shows true insight into matters of all kinds. Perhaps Merlin plays a fool sometimes to make me think he isn't all that smart.
Not possible. No one is that stupid to try that.
Except for Gwen perhaps, but she doesn't need to stop to such low methods. One look at
If Merlin Had a Journal......I swear. There are days when I truly believe that there must be another Prince Arthur that I'm supposed to protect and who will be this amazing king because it's not this one.
I don't know how his other servants put up with him! Throwing things (dull and sharp) at my head, insulting me constantly (at least I insult him back), and all of the work he gives me! Between him and Gaius I sometimes think they want me to drop dead. Not like Arthur would care.
That's not quite true. He has helped out a few times. Like when I drank that poison and he went to get the only flower that would cure me. Or when my village was in trouble he fought for them. Can't forget when I was supposed to have been thrown in jail. I think I just disproved my own theories. He's still an arrogant pratt of a clotpole. Every so often he does something that makes me think that the Great Dra
I'm constantly surrounded.
Not that I'm complainin'
Considerin' the two that sleep in my bed.
My life-long dream!
A passion realized!
Not to mention a
Very cute girl besides.
Adventures every day
With interestin' people to meet.
Everything was practically perfect
Well. Except for last wek.
I feel so lost without him
Cutter I meana man who'd never bend.
He was so much more than my professor;
So much more than my friend.
But we have to go on
Because we have no choice.
Anomolies still appear
And the media can't have a voice.
We'll make it through;
Not only for the world's sake
But for us and Cutter too.
It'll be a large slice of cake.
Spirited Away: Epilogue
Chihiro looked around at her new school. She was starting in the middle of a fall semester and she was all alone. Her parents had dropped her off at the front entrance for her first day of school. "I miss Haku, and Lin, and Kamajii," Chihiro sighed. "I think I would even be glad to see Yubaba." It had been a week since she had left everyone behind and Chihiro was feeling a little homesick for everyone. She knew that it would be dangerous to go back but that didn't stop her wishing that she could go back. Chihiro took a deep breath and began to walk up the steps into the school. It was a madhouse inside with children shouting and screaming.
"Excuse me?" Chihiro said to a woman who looked like she was a teacher.
"Walk! Don't run!" the lady yelled to two boys who were having a race down the hallway.
"Excuse me!" Chihiro said a little louder. When the woman finally looked at her Ch
I'm sorryI'm sorry.
What more can I say?
I was BORN this way.
I am naturally loud;
I am naturally happy;
My brain sometimes turns off
And I blast other people.
I mess up.
I am human.
It takes me so many tries
And yet I feel as though I am
SUPPOSED to be perfect
ALL OF THE TIME.
It takes me a while to get it right.
I shouldn't always feel as though I,
Am in the wrong.
I can't stay and I can't go.
What more can I say?
I was BORN this way.
I am naturally loud;
I am naturally happy.
I am sorry that I was born this way
And that I take so long to change my evil ways.
Spring is a NinjaI know spring must change things,
but she's like a ninja at night
with a sly smile and a subtle presence.
She must have trained for years
with saffron robed monks
to master the imperceptibly quick movements
that noiselessly sneak tiny green buds onto twigs
and hide small pink flowers
around maroon leaves no longer than my pinky.
I see her work each morning
in the delicate shifting
of one thing to the next
but I never see her,
and it feels like each change she makes
has been there forever.
Third DestinationThe sky was grey
It was raining
the whole day
No houses, no trees
There was a scent
of salty, bitter tears
Then wind was blowing
Away the broken
pieces of paper
My soul, my home
That was the memory of my
30. Under the RainWhen it Rained
Hearing how the water fall
hits the roof
There has been many
who I don't know
to become lost
when it rained
They walk the path
and there is only one way
since it's too hot
when sun still shines
we'll get burned again
so then we are gone
when it rains
Beautiful WorldBorn free here on earth:
Huge herds in the world.
Wild and free - so live animals
In our unique beautiful world.
Huge forests once on earth
Until the man was born.
Nature so green. Grazing on glade
Is a deer quite shy but close.
Rain over dry countries.
I see the awakening of nature.
Rainbow makes me dream
Peacefully after a hot dry night.
Fog over high mountains,
Waterfall – force of nature,
Silence … just a bird chirping
When the morning is awake.
Sun standing high in the sky
But when the night will soon be dark:
Dark blue is the sky then -
I see the world with different eyes
As long as it still exists.
Because I am just a part of life
In a dying world untouched.
Second DestinationOn the upside down mountain
Colored oil black
I saw a house there
Front of it the bridge
between the mountain and a
200 floors high building
while 10 children
were running on the roof
All died in the fall
And so was my
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
The Beauty of the Flight OneOh bird,
oh how I envy you so
with your wings so delicate
but has the strength
to fight and navigate through
the ever pushing winds
your sharp and fine beak
an open even
the hardest of words and nuts
to provide the proper amount of food
for your beloved nest
You work so diligently
looking around for signs of danger
to later take flight
if it comes to that
but staying to fight
if your nest comes to harms way
Your call expresses many emotions
that I myself sometimes feel
the purtrid cry of sorrow
the beligerant screech of anger
the prepossessing song of love and content
Oh how I envy many things
of your careful, free life
I still know of the great dangers
that you constantly face
and I will always admire
how dutefully you deal
with all the troubles
that come with being a bird
Astronaut, calling from Soilthe astronaut landed
on a nylon moon.
the walls of net allowed no entry
he had a frail bronze skin,
so had a suit of emerald.
and six twig legs were
state of the art, back on Soil.
a giant monster,
jeans and pink and t-shirt,
attacked him in sudden, accidental savagery.
now the astronaut is shutting down,
all in the name of letting a giant
get higher than he needed to.
Door in the Wall
I saw it! It was there!
The door to take me to another world!
It was right there! I promise!
It was in the wallor it was.
There were vines covering the wall,
And there were flowers on the vines.
I wonder where it lead?
To Narnia? Middle Earth?
All I know is that it was there.
It hit me like a bolt of lightening
When I saw it; it was amazing.
The door does not reveal itself to everyone;
You must have the sight.
You must be prepared for it.
It will not wait for you.
You must take the chanceyou must walk in.
The door was there.
Only believers see.
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