Creative Snapshots - Lady Adellandra Dratianos (best books for students to read txt) 📗

/> I wish for health, yet I become desperately ill.
I wish for love
yet, only hate becomes me.
Hatred over nothingness,
love only for the dark.
Wash my hands of grime
turn the waters into wine
That will be my only crime.

Harm against others, and harm against myself
I wish no
harm against others, nor harm against myself.
Such confused thoughts boggle the mind
I am only this brilliant when severely blind.
Unable to truly see which road takes me to life
Unable to see which path to take in my world
So empty. Void of feeling.
Blackout my only vice.
Wake up shake up, confusion rises inside me.
How did I get this way? Why do I suddenly feel so naked to the world?

Why is love so confusing and hating at times?
Which way do I turn?
Why do I turn away from love when it reaches out for me?
So many hopeless questions, left unsaid, no answers but in my head.
I need help, I need truth
I need love


Goddess of the Night
-- Adellandra Dranna Dratianos
Mirror image stares back at me....this is what I think when I see the silver in my own eyes.

I am the Goddess of the Night
I am the Goddess of the Light
I am the Moon and the Magic
And all that it encompasses
I am the Life that breathes
I am the Love that bleeds
I am the Goddess of the Night

Golden:
Golden River
Wider than a mile
I love your style
every single seam

Golden River
Gorgeous are You
I love you
When you make my wildest
dream come true.

Goodbye
Goodbye lovers
Goodbye liars
Goodbye haters
Goodbye fighters
Goodbye dreamers
Goodbye laughter
Goodbye schemers
Goodbye to the night
Goodbye to the day
Goodbye to the life
Goodbye to the right way
Goodbye to the strife
Goodbye mothers
Goodbye fathers
Goodbye all around
Goodbye innocence
Goodbye pain
Goodbye loneliness
Goodbye to the sane

– Adella DragonStar
September 1, 2003

I Am One
By: Adella DragonStar

Invisible am I
To the world alone
Nothing to be
No one to be
No expectations of
Reality, sanity
Personality
Don't have to conform
To suit anyone
No one sees me
I make no sound
No one hears me
I am forever silent
No one bothers me
With life games
Calling names
Trifling me
I disappear without a trace
No one cares
I am lost
I am not there
I am but one
Silent

I Don’t Believe
I don’t believe in loneliness, when you are around
I don’t believe in happiness, when my world is upside down.
I don’t believe in faithfulness when the Earth is touching ground
I don’t believe in anything when you are not around

Don’t think of me as dashing, when I’m ugly deep inside
Don’t think of me as loving when I have to hide
Don’t think of me as wonderful when I am all half-pissed
Don’t think of me as anything if you do not exist

What I believe in’s my own thing, and it makes me feel good
Why should I believe in anything if you don’t know me as you should?

I’m hateful, I’m spiteful – don’t think of me as delightful
I’m cunning, I’m desperate – don’t think of me as right
I’m lustful, mistrustful – did you still think of me as beautiful?
I’m a will-er, I’m a killer – be careful when we fight

What I believe in’s my own thing and it makes me feel good
Why should you believe in me, or love me as you would?

I’m hateful, I’m spiteful – do you think of me as delightful?
I’m cunning, I’m scheming – if you still want me, you’re still dreaming
I’m pushy, I’m mushy – I can’t be trusted to be the obeying
I’m a will-er, I’m a killer – My soul is an empty, bleeding, decaying
I’m sexy and uncontrollable – Be careful not to be so gullible
I’m kinky, I’m stinky – I’ll take you unaware, and not even care!

I don’t believe in miracles
I don’t believe in faith
I don’t believe in love my dear,
Or hearts put in their place
What I believe in’s my own thing
And it makes me feel good.
Why care about my petty feelings?
Why love me as you would?

In the Distance

Distant drummers play their song, in hopes someone will listen
It is the beat that guides our path, and the bells of truth that ring it.
In the distance lies a goal. It’s up to us to reach it.
That someday we may take control, and have the strength to teach it.
In the distance, mistakes are made, and hearts are hurt in spite
It takes a man to admit he’s wrong, and someone else is right.

A distant melody plays in the air, in hopes someone will listen
It is the song that leads us all, in life where nothing glistens.
In the distance are the words in which a heart is sold.
Not everything is perfect, they say, nor people made of gold.
In the distance there is a path, two different beats of drums.
The beaten path is rough to ride, but the smooth one is what comes.

Distant drummers move to music, that only they can hear.
If you take the time to listen, their tune is truly clear.
Each of us is different, each of us is one.
But in the natural order of things, we are all of the same sun.
Is there a way to distinguish, or stop what’s wrong in light.
The answer, no, there is no one that can say what’s wrong or right.

Distant drummers play their song, in hopes someone will sing it.
There is a beat that guides our path, we only have to seek it.
In the distance lays a common dream, where everyone is nice.
There is no prejudice or hate, and are no deaths each night.
A place where dreamers go, there is not an evil thought.
No one is blind to what’s inside, nor is the darkness sought.

Distant singers sing a song, in hopes for a perfect day.
It is the song of life, to teach our children, so they can learn and play.
In the distance, someone’s crying.
She is the Mother of the Earth, and is slowly, painfully dying.
We must take care of our world, she warns, or lose it to the skies.
For us there is no other place, so we only have to try.

In the distance, there are dreams and goals, to be found, tried, and true.
For life is a lesson we must live, and cannot ever be through.
Until our judgement day arrives, we continue to reach for the stars.
The best way to get through life is to be exactly who you are.
No one can seek your inner Self, but you and you alone.
Let the elements be your guide, and may they become your own.

In the distance, chanting is heard, from a Solitary soul
Another lifestyle to unearth, another way to reach a goal.
Magic is all around us, inside our mind and spirit.
May the truth be spoken only in tongue, and the Deities come when they hear it.
A Wiccan ritual begun, the Moon in her glorious power.
It is the mid, it is the night, therefore the Witching Hour.

In the distance, power abides to every Wiccan rule.
The Magic of the elements, felt through a single jewel.
The Circle cast for protection last, a long and fruitful sight.
Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Spirit, seen by candlelight.
In the distance is the Solitary soul, another mode is heeded.
As the Spell and Oath are cast, The Circle is now completed.

In the distance, is the night, drawing to an end.
Young Dreamers of the world unite, and find the comfort of friends.
Dare to leave this time and space, from here on in eternity.
Be taken to another place, the Dream World is for the mind to see.
In the distance, the Dream Chant is called, another Companion greeted.
Until the day begins again, and the Circle is Completed.

— December 16, 2000
Bonnie Slater as Adella DragonStar
& Young Guardian of the Dream World

In the Distance – Revised 3-25-05, night of the Storm Moon

Distant drummers play their song, in hopes someone will listen
It is the beat that guides our path, and the bells of truth that ring it.
In the distance lies a goal. It's up to us to reach it.
That someday we may take control, and have the strength to teach it.
In the distance there is a path, two different beats of drums.
The beaten path is rough to ride, but the smooth one is what comes.

Distant drummers move to music, that only they can hear.
If you take the time to listen, their tune is truly clear.
Each of us is different, each of us is one.
But in the natural order of things, we are all of the same sun.
Is there a way to distinguish, or stop what's wrong in light.
The answer, no, there is no one that can say what's wrong or right.

Distant drummers play their song, in hopes someone will sing it.
There is a beat that guides our path, we only have to seek it.
In the distance lays a common dream, where everyone is nice.
There is no prejudice or hate, and are no deaths each night.
Distant singers sing a song, in hopes for a better day.
It is the song of life, to teach our children, so they can learn and play.

In the distance, there are dreams and goals, to be found, tried, and true.
For life is a lesson we must live, and cannot ever be through.
Until our Summerland day arrives, we continue to reach for the stars.
The best way to get through life is to be exactly who you are.
No one can seek your inner Self, but you and you alone.
Let the elements be your guide, and may they become your own.

In the distance, chanting is heard, from a Solitary soul
Another lifestyle to unearth, another way to reach a goal.
Magick is all around us, inside our mind and spirit.
May the truth be spoken only in tongue, and the Deities come when they hear it.
A Witches ritual begun, the Moon in her glorious power.
It is the mid, it is the night, therefore the Witching Hour.

In the distance, power abides every one of Nature’s rules.
The Magick of the elements, felt through a single jewel.
The Circle cast for protection last, a long and fruitful sight.
Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Spirit, seen by candlelight.
In the distance is the Solitary soul, another mode is heeded.
As the Spells and Oaths are cast, The Circle is now completed.

In the Morning
There’s a tear in my eye
as we wave last good-bye’s in the morning
at the end of the day as I wipe tears away
there’s another day dawning.

Inside
By: Adella DragonStar

Stuck inside
Inside where it hurts
Inside where I hide
Inside where I belong
To the darkness
The weakness
The horror of within
The brains and the beauty
Withered the skin
Beneath all the sanity lies
Inhumanity
What is this life
Inside
Where do I go to hide
Back in the shadows
Like a hidden child
One who was beaten
And left in the wild
Where do I stand
When I'm all alone
Do I stand withered
Like a