I'll tell you a tale of Vampirates,         a tale as old as trueYea, I'll sing you a song of an ancient ship,         And its mighty fearsome crew. Yea, i,ll sing you a song of an ancient ship          That sails the oceans blue...          That haunts the oceans blue.They say that the captain, he wears a mask          so as to curtail your fright              At his death-pale skin                 And his lifeless eyes          And his teeth as sharp as nightOh, ther say that the captain, he wears a mask          And his eyes never see the light.      You'd Better be Good Child - Good As Gold,               As Good As Good Can Be      Else I'll Turn You In To The Vampirates            And Wave You Out To Sea.Yes You'd Better Be Good Child -Good As Gold,             Because - Look! Can You see?    There's A Dark Ship In The harbor Tonight       And There's Room In The Hold For Thee!               (Plenty Of Room For Thee!)               Well, If Pirates Are Bad,               And Vampires Are Worse,         Then I Pray That As Long As I Be         That Though I Sing Of Vampirates                   I Never one Shall See                 Yea If Pirates Are Danger                  And Vampires Are Death              I'll Extend My Prayer For Thee-     That Thine Eyes Never See A Vampirate....      ...And Thy Never Lay A Hand On Thee.I copied it From My Book BUT I LOVE THE POEM TOO MUCH I Wanted To Share So =PSo I Give The Credit To Umm Justin Somper(I Hope I Spelled His Name Right) He Is AMAZING(Did I Spell That Right?) Like I Said Before COOL Right?(oh Wait I Didnt Say That Yet XD)"Me?... Evil?...Never"~ Hell UserOtaku God

The theme was my veiw on war  Boogie MenThe Boogie Man is the thing I dread;I am not talking about the one that lives under a bed;It creeps and crawls like a monster;It reeks of death, it is the killer.The Boogie Man lives on;No one knows where;Some say there’s more than one;Some say they are a pair.Some brave, some scared;It’s all the same to me;It may not be fair;So never show glee.Once they are unleashed;The beasts cannot be stopped;They will continue to feed;They will continue to seed.Fire burns within their eyes;Passion fades into their scars;It may not be wise;But they are blind and cannot listen to their hearts.The battle begins;They have little time to live;Fight back! They run in;In the end; no one wins.They return to oblivion;Awaiting their next bout;Bloodshed rules the land;The Boogie Men travel to their next rout.On wards and never look back;That is what they do;Carrying bodies in sacks;They have to.I am not saying the Boogie Men are bad;Maybe just a little sad;Their line of work is horrendous;Run along little lad.Go on, and don’t fear the Boogie Men;Without them we would not be alive;Disrespect is what they receive;Honor is what they deserve.

here is a poem from my book that i got published last year. the book is called 'A Midnight Calling: The Twilight years' by M.R.SMITH

A Midnight Calling: The Twilight Years

- Instructions of writing -

To Write Is To Create,
To Create Is To Imagine,
To Imagine Is To Live,
To Live Is To Do This And That,
But Who Knows When That Happens.
It Comes And Goes,
Striking At A Moments Notice.
Ideas, Imagination, Creation,
Seeing, Thinking, Writing,
Each Have No Rules.
But All Have Boundaries,
Borderlines That Keep It Secure.
Mind Quakes And Tidal Waves Of Information.
To Sit Is To Move,
To Move Is To Stare,
To Stare Is To Think,
To Think Is To Do This And That,
But Who Knows When That Happens.
Action And Reaction,
Attacking Without Warning.
Poems, Stories, Letters,
Speeches, Songs, Clichés,
Each Have No Rules.
Time Measures Its Greatness,
Time Gives Birth To Legends.
Brain Farts And Electrical Explosions.
What To Do Next?
Pen, Pencils, Markers,
Lead, Inks,
Paper, Napkins, Tissues, Cardboard,
Typewriter, Computer,
Whatever You Find.
Begin, Start, Go, Commence.
No Matter What Don’t Stop,
Let Your Mind Wonder.
Think, Create, Write.

writers block written by M.R.SMITH 2007

- Writers Block -

Welcome to the writers block
it lies at the corner of
boredom and nothingness
in the middle of everywhere.
When you come crashing into it
or come seeping into it
or come walking into it
there is usually no coming back.
You become dead to your chosen reality.
Where is your creativity now?
So just welcome the slumber of it
welcome the silence of it
welcome the distraction of it.
The desire of the past disappears.
The pen does not become
mightier than the sword.
What does control the pen?
The mind?
The heart?
The hand?
What happened at the moment you lost it.
Did you realize you lost it.
Did you know you have succumbed to
that which is only seen
in the darkest abyss.
While you are here
standing at the corner
recovering from the shock
you think -
What will I do next?
Subscribe to the library of blank pages?
Rent an apartment of empty thoughts?
Watch the movie : ‘ The lights are on but nobody is home ‘?
Or do you wait for the moment to release you.
That moment that is in the future
it’s coming now
it’s here
it’s happening
oops there it goes
it’s gone
now it’s in the past
too bad.
Your chance just drove by
in a neon colored
dodge viper.
You choke on the leftover fumes
of a chance long gone.
Only the slightest glimpse was caught.
There was no time
to stand in the middle of the road
stopping it.
There was no time
to stick out your thumb
to slow it.
There was not time
to wink at it.
There was no time
to throw a kiss at it.
There was no time
to show your legs at it.
There was no time
to flex your muscles at it.
Time flies slowly here
at the corner.
Do you have enough money
for the meter?
It is expensive doing nothing.
To be baby sat by boredom.
To have big brother of oblivion watching.
Feeling trapped now?
Isolated?
A little depressed?
Try looking into the windows of others.
What do you see?
A reflection looking back,
A fuzzy mosaic image of alien objects,
A clear movie of heaven out of reach.
But lo and behold
it comes.
Sneaking here and there,
weaving back and forth,
playing hide and seek.
Look closer.
It’s hideous and grotesque
hairy and smelly.
Are those flies of freedom surrounding it.
Or carnivorous moths come to dine.
Pull your five cent
comic book page bought
x - ray glasses.
Look inside it.
What do you see?
A blessing in disguise,
A butterfly morphing inside its crystalis.
A baby waiting to be born.
A jack in the box.
A guy named prince albert
waiting in his can to be let out.
A cure for the most common disease.
Can you wait patiently for it to arrive.
Do you have enough change
to rent your spot.
But lo and behold again,
a miracle happens.
A cab with its ‘ On Duty ‘ lights blazing
drives up.
Now what do you do?
Skidaddle into the cab,
or stand and wait?
Decide.
Now or the coming.
Dock or the floating.
Sun or the moonlighting.
Decide.
What’s it going to be?
The cab door opens.
It’s seducing you,
it’s comforting you.
But you look at the other thing.
It gives no signs
it gives no clues.
But it smiles,
with rotting
worm eaten
brown teeth.
With cold
blue eyes,
lonely and empty.
Your body moves before your mind.
A suicide run into the back seat
of the brand new
shiny
cushioned
leather
back seat
belonging to the cab.
Your throne of accomplishment,
your victory of achievement.
As it drives off
you look out the window.
A wham bam
thank you ma’am
of fuzzy images streak by.
Then it stops.
Get out and see what your prize is -
a new story
a new poem
a new drawing
a new thought
a new idea?
Nope!
Just you
standing at the corner of
boredom and nothingness
within the middle of everywhere
at the writers block.
So pay the meter again
and pay the meter for the
cast off skin
the split cocoon
the shedding of hair
from the grotesque and hideous
hairy and smelly
thing of the past.
You missed its coming
you throw it away
you knew what it was.
So have a seat
twiddle your thumbs
and take a leap of faith.
Wait patiently
and don’t rush it.
There will always be
another chance to
relive that which that has
abandoned you
that left you
with writers block.

Almost every poem ive written has been for school i think, well maybe for a couple haha, but srry if they seem like i kinda forced the format or something.  This one is one i wrote for extra credit in my english class, it had to be about someone we admire. -Voltron-Voltron, Defender of the UniverseDefeating Zarkon and his baddie of the weekMaking them blink in disbeliefEven though its happened in ever episode since the firstVoltron, Defender of the UniverseThe combined courage of 5 brave soulsSaving the dayWith his shining sword and roar of a lionVoltron, Defender of the Universe I dunno when or for what i wrote this for. --The First--You were the firstThe first to say "yes"The first to hold my handThe first to whisper in my earThe first to truly hold meThe first to accept my forsaken soulThe soul that is trapped forever just on the other sideThe other side of that dividerSeperating it from all love and compassionYou were the first to reach it, and the first to break itBut you've opened my soul to the worldFinally allowing me to reach that love and compassionThank you.  i have one i wrote about death note, i just have to either find it or remember it haha >.<  "Don't doubt the darkness, it can be your enemy as well as your friend."

...and when I find it I will post some of them here.  I started writing them back in 1985/1986...the year I graduated frim high school/ the year I was married. Dewa Mata,Niji-Hana"Innoscence Activate"

Eternity..... The everlasting sorrow of death and destruction. The truth of love and trust. The fury of hate and rage. The only things that last forever are these emotions and more. This is the truth to the world.By Shuyin. I'll post more later read if you like.  "Life is but a passing dream, but death is eternal"

Wolf's Rain Animal I Have Become I Cant Escape This HellSo Many Times I'v TriedBut I'm Still Cage InsideSomebody Get Me Thought This Nightmare I Cant Control Myself So What If You Can See The Darkest Side Of MeNo One Will Ever Change This Animal I Have BecomeAnd Believe Its Not The Real MeSomeone Help Me Tame This AnimalI Cant Escape MyselfSo Many Times I'v LiedBut There's Still Rage InsideSomebody Get Me Thought This Nightmare I Cant Control Myself So What If You Can See The Darkest Side Of MeNo One Will Ever Change This Animal I Have BecomeAnd Believe Its Not The Real MeSomebody Help Me Tame This Animal I Have BecomeAnd Believe its Not The Real MeSomebody Help Me Tame This AnimalSomebody Help Me Thought This Nightmare I Cant Control Myself Somebody Wake Me From This NightmareI Cant Escape This Hell...........................................So What If You Can See The Darkest Side Of MeNo One Will Ever Change This Animal I Have BecomeAnd Believe Its Not The Real MeSomebody Help Me Tame This Animal I Have BecomeAnd We Will Believe is Not Real MeSomebody Help Me Tame This Animal!End  Yay! Like It?"Me?... Evil?...Never"~ Hell UserOtaku God

Epitaph of the TwilightYet to return, the shadowed one.Who quests for the Twilight DragonRumbles the Dark Hearth,And Helba, Queen of the Dark,has finally raised her army.Apeiron, King of Light beckons.At the base of the rainbow they meetAgainst the abominable Wave,together they fight.Alba's lake boils.Light's great tree doth fall.Power- now all to droplets turnedin the temple of Arche Koeln.Returns to nothing,this world of shadowless ones.Never to return, the shadowless one,Who quests for the Twilight Dragon."Welle"Riding the Wave is Skeith, the Shadow of Death, to drown all that stands.Mirage of Deceit, Innis, Betray all with the flawed image, and did aid the Wave.And by the Power of Magus, a drop from the Wave doth reach the heavens, and creates a new Wave.With the Wave, Fidchell, the power to tell the dark future, hope darkens, sadness and despair rule.Gorre schemes when swallowed by the Cursed Wave.Macha seduces with the sweet trap.Wave reaches the Pinnacle, and escape none can. Tarvos still remains with more cruelty to punish and destroy.And with the turbulent destruction after the Wave. Only a void remains. From deep within the void arrives Corbenik.Fragment 0Shunning the field broken by Wave.The shadowed girl whispers,"Surely, I will return."Alas, the truth unbeknownst.Awaiting her at journey's end;Eternal mourning for her land.Fragment 1When the finger points to theyonder moon,The fool will not look at the fingertip.Fragment 2The whole cannot be changed.We have already lost that chance.Because the time left to us was short,We were mistaken in our path.But now do we realize,We should change not the whole,But the parts.Fragment 3Wave soars and shrouds the eyes.No means to fight an omnipresent force,The shadowless ones just grieve.Why must it be a Wave?Divide, if it would just...Then retaliate, we may.Fragment 4Over the Keel Mountains,Meets an ape with human speech.The ape asks,"What clings to you?Bear it - you cannot.Accept it - you cannot.But hidden - it is from you.Recite its name."

Goodbye doesn't last foreverEven though it seems it doesIt seems we'll be together neverAnd it's all because.The clouds are growing darkThe rain is pouring downI feel i've lost life sparkInto my sorrow I drownGoodbye doesn't last forever Even though it seems it doesIt seems we'll be together neverAnd it's all because.*VAMPPY*

 I wrote this just a few hours ago for my dad. He's in the hospital right now and i figured he could use something to keep his hopes up... >-<My fathers love never places judgment on me, his loves comes unconditional and unselfishly. For all the things you've done to show how much you care, never lets me forget that you will always be there. I'll never forget all the affection you have showed in so many ways, faithful to me as a father you’ve never missed a day. The way you look at me with a twinkle in your eye, no matter my situation, if I'm laughing or if I cry. You have taught me the difference between right & wrong, and as I became a woman, you taught me to be strong. I'll always be grateful for you being there, through my struggles and my strife, because of your encouragement, you've taught me the meaning of life. Now you raise my two brothers who are  so close to your heart, two more people who can’t stand to part. Just a baby now, you teach us as we grow,I sit back and I smile because one day they will know, This special man who they call dad, is the one person who’ll be there when their happy or their sad. When they're  grown, there will be no doubt in their mind, of that one person they loved who never left them behind. Each day as you look in the mirror I pray that you see, there’s no one in the world who’ll ever mean more to my brothers and me. Yeah, I know I'm weird, and YOU know it's smexii!!

OneThough distance divides And space is as a GateOur beings long for unityPhysically unable The soul holds limitless abilityAnd so all are one

Moonlight drifting in the dark.Moonlight in the perfume.I'll run by myself.Under the dark sky.If I can see you.Red, yellow sunflower.      Moonlight.Orange, navy blue hydrangea.       In the perfume.Red, yellow sunflower.        Moonlight.Orange, navy blue hydrangea.      Drifting in the waves.  Me?...Evil?..Never

  Crimson Lights The Sky The Birds Still Asleep.  Like A Dream it Shines In Heavens Safe Keep.Children songs We Sung, As Soft As The Breeze.  Endless Fields, our Home, I Long For Those Days I Call Out These Prays To the sky   Heavy With Thought,See Your Face  I Carry These Memories Inside Thoughts Of A Soul Colored By Love  See Me Grow Wings And Fly HighPassions Will Die...Down Below   I Burn I The Basin Of Fire..Watchers Look on As   They Dance In there Merciless SkyWatching Me,Watching You   Silent Black The Dawn, And Time Tells Its TaleDarkened Blood It Flows, The Forest Receives.  Look Within The Dark...As Deep As You DareThere Inside You Find....The Destruction You Seek I Call Out These Prays To the sky   Heavy With  Thought,See Your Face  I Carry These Memories Inside Thoughts Of A Soul Colored By Love  See Me Grow Wings And Fly HighPassions Will Die...Down Below  I Burn I The Basin Of Fire..Watchers Look on As   They Dance In there Merciless Sky   Watching Me,Watching You  Me?...Evil?..Never

here is an epitaph from a grave on boothill in tombstone arizona: "he was right, we was wrong, we strung him up and now he's gone."

 Im gonna find myselfIm not gonna be some book you put on the high shelfBut the moments slip one into the nextbecasue my life was simplebut now its complexIs just another silly dream, you seeBut Ill keep dreaming just the sameand if I slip, and fall, Im the one to blameIm done holding myself backIm gonna finaly be everything I want to beSo what if you think its just another silly dream, but its not you'll seeIm not gonna beStuck in mediocrityWhen everybodys trying to bring meBack down to realitySo Im Standing up, Im saying No.Im GONNA BE EVERYTHING I WANT TO BEand hopefully, its not just another silly dream "fear is often greater than the danger itself"

the little people the voices the voices in my headsaid itthey said it againwhat i am sure is thet i am unsureof what they saidor how they did it againi think ive lost controli think ive got somewhereor nowhere to gothe voices tell mejust do itbut i am not a shoei cant market my thoughtsi am nothingi am you"fear is often greater than the danger itself"

 If I had a shiny gun,I could have a world of funSpeeding bullets through the brainsOf the folk who give me pains;Or had I some poison gas,I could make the moments passBumping off a number ofPeople whom I do not love.But I have no lethal weapon-Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!So they still are quick and wellWho should be, by rights, in hell. "fear is often greater than the danger itself"