SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS

'My view point of point view can't be brought.

Face each day with a trained thought.

Through ages of wisdom in which I sought,

a Code that is Morse wont begin to crack my course!'

ANGEL DRINK

Hello my angel drink, you allow me time to think.

Be who I want to be, nobody's better than me.

Say what I need to say, until my dying day.

No need to go outside, I'll stay inside and hide.

I don't need anyone, I am the only one.

Do what I want to do, always neglecting you.

Yes, I am always right, seeing through blurry sight.

I can do anything, hear how loud I sing.

I'll shout all through the month, really not all that drunk.

Ain't got much money, funny how that's so funny.

I'm not with peace with me, now they've all gave up on me.

I'm here all alone, wondering if they will all phone?

If it would only ring, I could then shout my thing.

I'll ring pull another drink, now it's time to really sink.

I seem to have lost my home, all I really do is moan.

I now see that I've wasted time, and missed the wonders of mankind.

So now that I'm nearly dead, for choosing the angel drink instead,

and neglecting all my family...

...now what does life have left for me?

'WHAT AM I?' by Crystal Emsley May 2004 10:00pm

What am I?

A flower that opens when the sun is shining and happy, or a flower that closes and hides from the cold rain when sad?

I don't know.

What am I?

A bird flying free across the skies looking down on everyone, or a baby bird in a nest waiting for food from it's mom and waiting to fly for the first time ever?

I don't know.

What am I?

An Ant, innocent and little that likes to wonder, then gets crushed by humans?

I don't know.

What am I?

Nothing but a soul.

Some people see the human side, but never the soul.

It holds the greatness to all happiness.

I now know what I am.

I am all of these thing when happy,

when sad,

when laughing,

when crying.

The only thing is now...

What do I do?

DETERMINATION

Never quit and keep on trying,

if you don't you'll keep on lying.

Battle through impossible odds,

ignore the insults of nasty sods.

The pain is hard, it beats you sore,

just remember what you are trying for.

See the finish up ahead, and try and lift your tired head.

Yes you've made it, you thought you would,

maybe you always knew you could?