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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.
Slivers of light(French version below)
The most dreadful winter of my life came.
I abandoned the idea of a blossoming future,
Fled the misery of my own motherland,
For a woman I have far too often dreamt of.
Among the singing buds of the Shinto shrine
A white plum caresses my back,
Its petals lull me, my eyes are sealed, sweet reverie,
A convent of grass
The junk of my thoughts
Send me to Amaterasu.
Blushing Lotus, enticing Lilacs, panting Azaleas,
So many mistresses!
Enough perfumes to be drunk from them.
Why, my promise, have I been waiting so long to join you?
Your hair like Sakura flowers
Your laughters sound like Shamisen.
Over the pond, a dragonfly sits down and begins to dream
FireThe fiery warmth.
The sparks of red and orange.
Destructive, passionate, yet mesmerizing.
In an instant, it can take away a life through its destructive ways.
But yet, it can save a life with its warm embrace.
The fire spreads.
The tongues of flame licking at the fuel,
Its light throwing shadows dancing across your face.
Dangerous, yet safe.
Angry, but calm.
Harmless, until one spark lets loose.
Then the fire is free.
The master of chaos,
Hidden beneath a façade.
Wait until the veil crumbles,
To reveal its true power
Monarch MorningsMistress Monarch spreads
over white-capped mountains,
a new dawn seen through
thin antennae masks
and yellow-trimmed lace.
with spotted tomato wings,
I wonder what you think
when others threaten to devour
Nature's thriving crop.
Do you yearn to stand up,
break each sector of your shell,
and reveal the monster within?
Or would you rather find solace
among verdant green foliage
until there's nothing left?
Not even a single carrot
or dandelion to savor.
they'll mock your existence,
Two Second ShutterSun-rimmed glasses magnified hidden eyes,
the leopard's sleek fur a mosaic of leaves.
Tempting irises with an earthly fury
shift as forest shadows dance and writhe,
breathing so close, you can't believe
the trees haven't fallen silent yet.
Sunlight spirals twinkle down to fireflies,
tiny flares lighting on quivering whiskers.
The stage is set for unrequited desire;
you pack up your camera as she stirs, languid.
Some things aren't meant to be captured
and out here, your camera is a cage.
In a momentary fall
Prodding the air
Crushed with the rest
Melt like your brethren
I never liked you anyway
The Blue CurseIn the fit of rage,
At the stupidity of mankind,
The rain was fiercely angry,
And in her anger,
Long ago, in the storm,
The rain cursed mankind.
The curse burned deeper
Than the brightest red,
Not bringing about senseless anger,
But instead a heartbreaking sadness
That broke them,
But left them alive.
It was blue tears,
And those blue feelings,
That ruined them.
From blue gave birth to the other colors.
For what comes from sadness but change?
So blue became sadness.
Each generation of mankind,
Turned bluer, and with each lifetime
The sky turned grayer.
Until it was but a pitch black.
And the rain was satisfied
With her work.
And the Blue Curse
A New Babylonia?I see machines gutted
and with their intestines exiled
from their choked motors,
Silk Road cables stretching over
and halls mangled with plaform
like a robotic Pompeii,
the setting sun being in
the shade of fallen pillars.
The computers are Atlantis', damp.
The rooms are
The walls are the papyrus
for weed-comatose prophets,
spray-painting the word of Cock
in the name of Lexxy's Library,
and the hanging gardens
are of squished moss,
the rainwater lakes
copper as Hephaestus' automatons.
We are tourists to Gizan pyramids of rubble,
watching in awe at these mummified metal corpses
of the 9-till-5 work line.
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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