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[poem] anubis and his loyal followersThe sun beats downOn grass and siltA beast lies thereListless, coolingGrowing stiffWith each momentNo breath, no beatFeathers black,As silt below itEyes open,As if painted on My followersBacteriaThey spring forthVoyagingCrawling upwardReady to beginThe recycling First a fewJourney the surfaceOf the dead beastThey feast,They multiply,The multiples feast,The multiples multiplyThe kingdom growsAs the land shrinks Other followers joinThe worm,The ant,The woodlice,The fungi,They all partakeIn the grand feast When all is goneAnd the nutrientsHave been consumedMy followers returnTo live their livesOr to dieAnd replenish the siltUntil my callUnites them again

The Last RideHis fragile frame hoistsItself up into the saddle.Tired hands grab the reins.All but used up legs shiftTo the size of the saddle. "I'll make it." Was all he said to reassureAnyone that he could do it.His hands grip the reins,Causing the horse to look up. With the slightest shiftIn his weight, the horse moves.A wide smile on his face asHe pulls to the right. The horse rears up,His fragile frame twisting.A scream as he shifted to one side,In an instant the horse,Was without a rider. His fragile frame lay,Unmoving on the ground.A sad smile on his face,Pulling himself to stand. "I'll make it." He started to walk, thoughIn an instant the ground cameTo meet his body head on. Strong arms picked him up asA worried face met his. "Don't worry Dad, I'll get it." The fragile framed boy pushedHimself to stand on his own.A determined look on his face,His hands tightened as he walked. The horse whinnied as it pawedThe cracked ground.The boy nodded to the animal,Before he shifted his frame.He wasn't going to give in,Without a fight. "I told you, I'll make it." The horse reared up before comingAt the boy in a dead run.A scream was heard as the boy,Jumped and grabbed the saddle.He was going to make it this time. His fragile frame moved with easyThis time to sit in the saddle.The reins flying in the wind asHe grabbed at them.Soon holding them as he pulled back. The horse held no choice but to obey.In a dead run, soon to a dead stop.The fragile framed boy gave a cryIn surprise as a wide smile wasOnce more on his face. With the control once moreIn his hands, he looked backAnd waved wildly. "Come on! One more time!" Several figures kicked their horses.With whinnies the horses followedThe fragile framed boy and horse.The figures on the horses heldSad, soft smiles on their faces.They knew this was trulyThe last time. The fragile framed boyLooked back as a smileThat held no fear was there.The figures smiled with joy,But they knew better. "This will be the last time." The doctors had told them.The boy's fatherDropped to his knees asThe boy's friend couldOnly shake her head with dread. They knew it was going to beThe last time they ever sawThat smile again,That crazy wave, andThe last time they everHeard all thoseRoger Miller songs. The boy looked back to themAs he kicked his horse in the sides.The horse kicked to a gallop,Causing the figures to follow. "I'll get there!" That night as they laid outUnder the stars, he looked to her.A soft smile on his face asHe reached out and placed a strong hand,On her shoulder, soon gripping there. Her eyes cast to his with a sad look.He only shook his head as he smiled,Not wanting to see her or him upset.Soon he squeezed her shoulder,Rolling over then to sleep. "Don't worry, I'll be here when you wake." She nodded as she rolled overAnd dreamed a dreamless dream.All she was worried about wasThe fragile framed boy. Morning broke as she looked to him.He was still rolled over whereHe'd been the night before.She shook him only to findThat in the night,He'd passed away. Tears streamed down her faceAs she pulled him close.His father soon coming,And finding the despair there.Tears crawled from his eyes,As the boy was handed to him. "I told you not to worry." They had heard those words,So many times, and believed them.Now they had only wished,They had told him their own. "This was the last ride."trophy

The Mute BoyThe words that once flowed from him,With his many stories and tales.Have all but stopped now. His once talkative nature,Cut down with harsh words.No longer wishing to,Tell his tale. Voice meant to be spoken,Now shunned by those,That should have listened.From the very beginning. All the stories and tales.Now dusk laid within his mind.Never wishing to speak again.A talkative child, turned mute. He looks and goes to speak,But can't bring himself to do so.Afraid that once again,He'll be silenced. A sweet boy,Now turned bitter.A smart boy,Now looked at as stupid. He is none of these,For sure he knows this.All he wants in life,Is to speak knowing thatSomeone will listen and understand. All his life he's been talkative.Now within his teenage life,He has changed to fit those ofOlder, much "wiser" groups. His talkative ways,Now crushed with silence.If only he'd seen the true beautyThat came from his stories and tales. His silence has caused damage,To those that truly loved to listen.Muting his voice has done nothing butProve that he tries too hard,Making everyone else happy.But himself. A talkative child no longer,Wishing to join in on conversation.Choosing to stay behind,Left within his own mind.Where his voice is heard all the while.Though it's just him and his thoughts.But at least there, someone listens.

Friend BallWhen I first met youYou were weak and small-Waiting among theshifting blades of grass Hiding your meekness behind a display of tooth and claw. You were wild and freeBut I have tamed you,And gained your trust,Though I couldn’t bear to crush your spirit-I didn’t choose what I wanted you to beNo, I chose you. DaysThe many colors of the many towns passing byThe colorful charactersand the things to do/seeThey pique my curiosity,-and I want to explore every nook and crannyTo help anyone in needAfter all they usually give me free stuff in return-And you were always there by my side. We’ve both grown strongNot only in body and spirit,But in friendship. Adventure calls!Deep caves, mossy green forests, treacherous mountainsWe will continue onTaking on the world together.