I'm sure you know so I don't have to say

the name of the watcher from far away

I'd just like to say that you're one of a kind

and I'm not the only one with you on my mind

But I'm not sure what 's going through your head

because neither a sign nor a whisper have you said

It doesn't matter either way

I'd just like to hear what you have to say

I wouldn't blame you if you weren't interested or you didn't care

but it's the not knowing and the mystery I can't stand to bare

But with your long hair and those gorgeous eyes you posses

my thoughts hold pictures of you none the less.

Thursday Nov. 3 1995 9:04 p.m.

Ah this man so noble and true

sits on the mountain and stares into the blue

his skin is weathered his eyes are old

but in his heart he is still quite bold

all ancient knowledge is locked in his heart

and over head the eagle and him never part

feathers of his head dress stand straight and true

on his face stand two stripes of red and blue

red is for blood and courage we all know

and blue is for peace we sometimes don't show

Ah this old man so smart he can be

but in his heart he only longs to be free

he is one with nature as he can show

but his knowledge to us, we can't know

oh this old man calls out to me

and through his eyes I long to see

to him the unnoticed comes noticed

and the beauty of his heart we will miss

as he watches over he thinks with a sigh

everyone of his village and even he must die

watching this man is so noble and true

he sits on the mountain staring into the blue

terror and destruction tear through his heart

as his village and people are torn apart

crying children and mothers alone

fires are burning, ear splitting tone

as he looks up the sun starts to set

the gods are disappointed; I know they can't forget

blood and destruction, fire and pain

they start to cry, so begins the cooling rain...

Saturday Nov. 4 1995 7:59 p.m.

It sits on the mantle counting each breathe

counting each second and coming closer to death

shiny coffin made of glass

it traps the life behind it's grasp

the grains of life slip away

leaves are dying down they sway

spirals of color start whirling round

death isn't always ugly when it's leaves on the ground

but if death isn't bad why do we grieve

how selfish we are when we don't want to leave

but in reality we don't go

we lay underground with a headstone to show

and all the leaves blanket the life

like the clouds of our memory, that contain no life

because thoughts and memories never grow old

and when we lay under the earth so very cold

headstones and blankets and death in a row

don't be afraid when you think you have nothing to show

just sit in your chair and sip your wine

keeping your eye on the crystal cavern, as it keeps the time

Friday Nov. 17, 1995 3:00 p.m.

Luminescent, eerie glow

through the blades it starts to show

greenish-yellow, shadows long

I stare into the green thinking what went wrong

from my perch I beckon down

watching blades upon the ground

leaves and branches slowly sway

they dance and sing with autumn days

breezy songs whisper soft

as I sit in my wooden loft

watching blades sway and dance

jagged edges like the lance

shadows black, strong and true

contrast sharp with autumn true

crystal webs slowly spun

are love and virtue never won

leaves are colored down they sway

with the passing of the day

time is love, life is sweet

second hands keep the beat

wind keep stirring dancing days

suns go down in orangish blaze

Monday Dec. 11, 1995

Julie Manson

downward spiral, light above

trying to run stairs to the place I love

no one listens try to understand

that I no longer want to be apart of this tormented land

if you listened hear my scream

let it echo through your dream

light above here my sigh

and be the answer to my cry

a friend, a friend, a person you can trust

and may these arms never weather or rust

and give me a warm place where I can hide

to help take me off this whirling ride

looking deep in the mirror so broad

the face looking back seems so odd

the face is familiar, yet far it can be

the reflection, tears streaming down, despair's all I see

and there in the face I did see

my own self gazing back at me

what to expect, what to think

all I could do was ponder and blink

into this face so far away

her thoughts are whirling, around they sway

do I know this stranger with my face

as she withers in my place.

light glistens from above

and somewhere in this world there is love

and in others there is hate

that consumes many in black fate

tormented land, light above

show me the stairs to the place I love

is someone listening, does someone understand

does anybody here the desperate cry of the land

as I look to the sky I see stars

and look in the street you'll see cars

the stars are watching they show hope

and as cars blaze by, I will cope

Tuesday Dec. 12, 1995 1:34 p.m.

Purple clouds, white stars, black sky,

a tear begins to creep into my eye,

just trying to play life's little game,

trying to gain fortune; fame.

Looking at the moon,

I know the end will come soon.

That's the way I feel, I have nothing to lose

Then a thought comes who must really choose,

because heaven and Hell never dies.

Little demons black and red,

keep playing games inside my head.

Maybe I would wish to fly away,

into the sunset of the day.

Because in the end all must be judged,

hopefully in the end someone has learned to love.

Love in a way I can't describe,

when so many, so foolishly choose to live there lives.

Behind the mask of faces so fair,

they hide and flee from angles of the air.

Honey has touched a voice so pure,

sugared notes shall waft a cure.

For the black nor pure of heart,

slowly the sugar erodes apart.

Black water turns so clear,

over sugar as I fear.

Melting over, hope is lost

as sugar's salty notes were lost.

Dec. 1995 (28)

Julie Manson

freedoms lost when hopes away

as I watch from the window everyday

bitter tears, salty-wet

run over cheeks when nothing's left

you drive me crazy I scream to the mirror

when no ones there and I have nothing to fear

chunks of life are strewn about

as I stare to the floor with sorrow and doubt

to shed a tear, to scream with pain

to slowly watch life being sucked down the drain

foolish decision and choices to make

to many, so evil, where in Hell we will bake

thoughts and glory swirl in clouds

above and beyond the cold deep grounds

of our dreams of all thoughts

some lurk in evil some choose the plot

the mastermind of evil the blackest of Hell

in the mists of the depths there's no way to tell

deep in the pit release all the chains

bring on the winds and sorrowing rains

evil horsemen colors of all

some choose to cry and others will fall

to the depths the fires of death

as I shed my tears when but tears are left

Julie Manson

Jan. 1, 1996

falling, an angel, to the depths of Hell

she soared so high until wings fell

downy-white, flutter down

against the black her soul was found

just a game her saint has played

giving her wings to fly to his aid

her last breathe was drawn, her whispers were lost

and now to the fires her soul has been tossed

I may see her sprit, perch in my tree

she stares, clinging, wanting to be free

but with her touch the limbs will die

and tears will fall when angels fly

her salty tears suck the life

that God has put with loving strife

to think and to plot over the earth he shall rule

how do I play the psychotic fool

as the pawn, as the queen

she's the evil to dance and to sing

across empty ballrooms with stars over head

her grasp weakens as all limbs are dead

marble's swirling a physcodelic blue

and the lonely demon on wings she flew

to her moment of freedom to the waltz at hand

she dances and sings across fields of land

they're dotted with flowers, swirl in my sight

still this pour creature has not lost the fight

she hangs helplessly by her own hand

slowly a hole begins to form in the land

her lord is impatient her soul has been claimed

and with black evil her lord takes his aim

he has hit his target, she screams with pain

the angels are crying but there's no rain

of terror and destruction he has his soul

that he has claimed trying to fill the hole

the one deep in his, the root of his pain

but by taking her soul he has nothing to gain

little sun shower splash droplets of love

and to think what would happen if he touched only one

I feel as if he is watching me through the mirror

so when I look at myself I question what I fear

is it myself with my own tortured soul

or is it him looking to fill his hole

I look deep in my sockets trying to find help

but my soul has evaded me to be no help

I must find this answer, I must think the thought

I must find the evil that lurks in the plot

every cloud has its lining, but some can't be seen

not all are silver some maybe green

with envy of what they can't have

I slowly screw, and turn in the valve

that locks these circles of fire away

circles that just rotate as the branches wave

good-bye to the sun, good-bye to the night

and just to think, that poor creature, just wanted to take flight

Wed. Jan. 17, 1996 10:00a.m.

Julie Manson

somewhere out there, there is a scream

a single tear to a broken dream

feeble paths, streets so wide

where do souls linger; hide

tears have fallen, pools have formed

where sweet justice is adorned

like a baby, like a love

sweet souls fly with wings above

silken-feathers, glisten white

high above in angelic flight

warm breezes blow through silken strands

as weak souls cry with up stretched hands.

the pools grow deeper, the paths grow small

as angels fly to their call

with souls as well as bodies jailed

most lost souls attempts have failed

to see a path, to see a hell

each shed a tear as they fell

creating the pools, creating the waves

with paths that grow slimmer with the days

and sweet angels fly over head

you can't turn back when your dead

and hear the cries that wished they'd change

you'd go crazy with no hopes derange

when your chained to the ground

to look high above where the angels found.

Sunday Jan.21, 1996

you are there in my mind

gentle sweet and always kind

the only thoughts I can keep

when the longing for you grows deep

and oh sweet love, I love thee true

but faithfully I love not only you

and how am I to decide

from my feelings I cannot hide

so I watch and wait patiently

always wondering which one it will be

Monday Jan. 22, 1996 5:55 p.m.

Julie Manson

humming inferno trapped in my skull

ripping and clawing, make my soul full

better than empty, insanity my friend

what else to fill the space with when the humming all ends

happy screams, evil laughs

my empty soul, the better half

locked in my fortress I've lost the key

the only thing left to set my free

walks of delusion, laced with my lies

to see through the clouds I must open my eyes

to see what is real, to think through the thought

realities mine have you forgot

rage of all angers, inferno of hell

deeper and deeper to the voices I fell

chained to the walk with my own lies

help me my lord open my eyes

humming inferno, dance of the soul

make me dance closer and closer to the hole

Julie Manson

I can't stand the way I feel

in my head nothings real

chanting songs, wings so black

white hopes are lost, no looking back

my life is filled with empty tears

in darkness shed cold dead fears

little voice inside my head

" speak to me" laughter said

it screamed so loud I turned away

I ignored the screams in the day

around and around I swirl in my haze

I sit and stew in sometimes for days

the laughter is evil, this ride is so fun

like staring to a barrel of a gun

the night comes the ride gains it's speed

the evil emerge, I must fill the need

I look so beautiful, I look so dead

I can't hide from the screaming inside my head

I hear what it says, but I choose to ignore

the word of wisdom as I walk to the door

Julie Manson

golden brown, auburn red

collage of colors lay in bed

over grass, over land

above the sun takes his stand

shimmers of highlights shimmer on frost

as jack dances over leaves that are lost

he makes things glitter, he makes things dance

he's locked in his world of joyous prance

enchanted forest mysterious blue

through your heart on wings I flew

black, evil, mysterious, gray

the winds did chill, but not to sway

the trees of evil, the trees of love

I flew to the canopy to see the moon far above

the canopy's to thick, the branches so black

I know now that I must turn back

melodies of song rise a warm wind

how easy would it be to make it all end

take my wings and joys away

and in the collages I will lay

upon the colored dreams that where lost

that shimmer and dance in the new morning frost

my feathers are strewn here and abroad

to see a wingless angel would seem so odd

but this angel she has flown

in her dreams when she's alone

Saturday Feb. 3, 1996 10:23 p.m.

Julie Manson

pages inferno, black upon white

as you read I shall write

the future, that will destroy

the past, your motive, even your ploy

in a dream you are trapped

the demons on your window tapped

go ahead and look, draw back the sash

the beast will wait quietly to make its lash

close your eyes was it real

the cuts on your arms you can't feel

but the blood is on the blades

unshattered; not broken, in to the darkness it fades

sucked back to the depths, from which it came

your blood, these words, your part of the game

which came first you or the words

even your sight has been obscured, too blurred

eyes watch from everywhere, he can see

your longingness, your thought, it won't be

he has control, sorry it's true

but unless he gives your wings, you can never say you flew

you poor dear why can't you see

unless I write it you won't be free

which came first you or the words

but has your sight really been blurred

how would you know, you've been trapped

if you've read these words the demons tapped

upon your window, upon your blade

as your blood to the darkness it fades

back to me the evil at hand

I control you and your words even the land

how do you know what is real

when you can't judge things by the way you feel

do you hear the buzz in your ears

it the unconscience surfacing of your worst fears

see how much control I fear

I'm part of you, your worst tears

the ones you shed that no one knew

once upon no wings I flew

to the stars, all alone

now I can say that I have flown

I have seen what you have not

all those things that you forgot

how many words are real on the page

how many are fantasy; ink filled with rage

I laugh to the angel stuck in the mirror

this is when the devil watches me as I fear

I stop for a moment and look towards the sky

up to purple clouds, it rains as I cry

sweet melodies play through the room

reality's nice when it can be assumed

I drain my pen of bitter ink

I write and write, don't stop to think

can you answer my question, you or the words

how simple a question can be so absurd

the notes on the radio were they hear before me

or did my ink set them free

for you to read so many years ahead

there's no way for you to hear the melody in my head

how funny the circles of reality can be

through your eyes I long to see

you're my passage to the past

to the future that won't last

you see trees, you see sun

you see wars that won't be won

wars of hate, wars of love

can you see the breeze above

watch the wind sway the trees

when I sit on bended knees

time keeps none. past is the present

reality's curved or slightly bent

take a look far outside

emerge from the dark where you hide

I want to see things of your time

as I sit hear and blankly rhyme

stop now for a moment look outside

emerge from that place that you hide

if it's dark see the moon

if it's light it won't be soon

look through the blade, draw back the sash

the beast will quietly wait to make its lash

the pain that was mine, now is yours

now your may stare to cluttered floors

the circles of reality, many are strung

you took my place as you hung

so where is that place that you hide

behind a mask, your better side

in a shell, upon your hell

to where ever your soul fell

remember that your soul is free

but when it's caged how could it be

it's so sad, the body a jail

the only escape, death, it can't fail

there's one way in, there's one way out

and that's all part of what life's about

so when I'm old and withered gray

I hope my words will live everyday

in the mind of young at heart

when only time keeps you apart

from me when I lay underground

if you laugh I hear the sound

you are the future laugh as they say

be proud to be chosen to live everyday

when he wants he'll take you back

so live everyday like it's the last

let your legend be your soul

immortal, on wings, let it soar

to the heights you could never reach

when you were firmly planted on two feet

Wednesday Feb. 21, 1996 9:57 p.m.

Julie Manson

after awhile I get used to the sound

of gigantic rain drops hitting the ground

droplets of heaven we all hold so dear

and looking at them my thoughts turn so clear

water washes down the pane

leaving me to drowned in the rain

soaking, chilling, washing clean

the pure evil and grayness of my dream

I coyly sit, deep inside

watching rain sweep like a tide

no sweet song fly under cloud

so I hum their song, so sweet aloud

keeping time to the sound

of raindrops dancing upon the ground

like the waltz, of all things

and so a dream may prance and sing

a dream of what you may ask

as tanners on the beaches bask

a thought that came, but now has gone

as I slowly hum that chanting song

just to watch from the window, on a blanket so warm

watch, as millions of rain drops are born

Monday Feb. 26, 1996 11:08 p.m.

Julie Manson

Patient glowing in the night

a baby cries as we fight

sobs of confusion, to understand hate

to understand wars and beckoning fate

where are God's children, sweet as can be

where are the souls that are unbound and free

where do our souls dance, free in the night

where do we dance, the baby cries as we fight

Precious, sweet, emotions are talk

things to tangle our feet as we all walk

the paths were paved, with such care

when we walk on two feet before we fly to the air

wingless crystals fly in the sky

they blur together when justice cries

for all those who have fun

evils the doing of those who have none

silver crayons glisten blue

high above the demons flew

in deceit of those who are weak

so many's future seem so mild and bleak

baby don't cry, dry your eyes

no one, no more will tell you lies

of the demons in the sky

there's no reason for you to cry

mother picks you from the crib

and ties upon your neck a bib

when planes fly over head

they drop the bomb, now we're dead

see your rattle in the tree

among the bird that were so free

you knew they would come but how could you say

your visions of warning during the day

so peaceful and calm the breeze blows the trees

crying I watch y baby crawl upon knees

now baby you need not cry

I'll shed the tear for you and I

I blissfully watch the crystals fly over head

in remorse when so many are dead

no need to cry, confusion you stand

wars and fate, God's children, the land

precious, patient, glowing in the night

I'll shed our tears as they fight

avenge the bombs, and the planes

so many of your fears had no pains

you were so young, to be consumed

immortal, so humans be doomed

your looking for the man, who could do all of this

and maybe in this you may find bliss

and so I pray, that you may find

a way to ease your mortal mind

to avenge all you hate

and to see a future, I can't wait

Monday Feb. 26, 1996 11:49 p.m.

Julie Manson

I sing my song of sun shower rain

it coaxes me a warm so I might live again

golden grass glistens bright

when leaves sparkle yellow white

breezes tickle scents I may

remember long ago on such a day

I bask in the sun

after running round having fun

so much joy in my heart

when my wings and me apart

I hang them above the door at night

so in my dreams I may take flight

did you hear the whisper, of the wings

of a butterfly floating on a tune of all things

high above in the sky

in white rain when flowers cry

bees buzz a note of pure delight

they fly to daisies as I write

and clovers so very sweet

so a blue honey we may eat

sitting on the shroom he fixes his shoes

blowing rings, and asking who R U ?

he asks with a smile

to ponder and think of awhile

the sun's rays now burn down orange and hot

to regain your size you must rethink your thought

where's the man who stole my water

" he has drowned " claims the otter

jagged shadows of blades so green

grow deep and long in a summer dream

I must lay down and seek my wings

they glisten white as the butterfly sings

Julie Manson

Saturday Mar. 2, 1996 10:14 p.m.

the sun's so warm, over head

need a cool shower or we'll be dead

I agree, but did you see

that young tigerlily starin' at me

I did, I may

remember him on such a day

when the days weren't so hot

and the stench of grass didn't rot

when I was young, not so bold

when nights were warm, the stars still bold

Julie Manson

Saturday Mar. 2, 1996 10:27 p.m.

I touch my shirt so white and pure

and to my words there is no cure

low below, deep in hell

that is where the spirals fell

before they grew, deep and tall

they slowly circle my bedroom wall

I spin and turn, vortex sealed

and low and behold the stairs were revealed

they were black, they were brown

they went only up and down

as the walls disappeared

the view was endless so I peered

now my bed, in nothing there

and so to the stairs I play my fare

I slowly walk, clock wise descend

to the blackness unknown, the fiery end

Sunday Mar. 3, 1996 4:09 p.m.

Julie Manson

kitty wants my waffles, and my syrup too

as we sit in awe, of two bowls colored blue

they were green and so sweet

to my taste bud surrendering defeat

now I'm sitting on a cloud

my thoughts are all expressed aloud

if I scream would he hear

my lonesome cry I bawl in fear

golden streams splash so warm

over flush horizons they dance to perform

salty streams, glisten blue

with the emotion, acted to be true

horizons shiver with emotion

as I sit and make my cooling potion

that makes things once wrong so right

so me and kitty can stop the fight

with my kitty so small and so sweet

as I sit and eat waffles, so she curls on my feet

Sunday Mar. 3, 1996 5:05 p.m.

Julie Manson

I sit so silent, on the ground

in a shroom, on surface round

I puff my pipe, in dismay

I really just don't know what to say

I fix the laces on my shoes

and I clean the glass I must see through

I find my brush to comb my strands

that I have now braided with these two hands

long and gold, beauty true

high above the streams once flew

the streams of the heavens are the breeze

that curl and flow above calm seas

Sunday Mar. 3, 1996 5:19 p.m.

Julie Manson

don't touch the cake until the guest arrive

I had to slave and bake now no time I can derive

but the cake, pink and white

my child had to calmly fight

the urge to plunge to pink waves

the sweet sugar whispered, and so a path was paved

from the sofa to sweet bliss

sitting calmly I know she wouldn't miss

the bell that rang at the door

she ran and jumped to the floor

and quick as lightning she found that cake

and so she stuck her fingers so the batter baked

and she screams from high on a chair

" the guests were here, I didn't think you'd care."

Wednesday Mar. 7, 1996 12:53 a.m.

Julie Manson

flowers growing in drifts so white

fairies fly to new heights

breezes stir currents of water so warm

millions of new spores in turn will be born

hear the bell, feel the sands

of time passing without any hands

little night light will bring change

of the glories peaceful derange

like silent screaming in the night

power gives feathers flight

glories a penguin, fly all around

hopes are colors in drifts on the ground

so you might say the penguin does fly

and high above the fairy cries

and colored hopes are black and gray

your answers are in the tree tops sway

watch your colored spores in white

in drifts of powder, fairies flight

Friday Mar. 15, 1996 1:49 p.m.

Oceanna

I look to my reflection, I've found God

to see a reflection, to see seems so odd

water and ashes, sunshine so black

there's the monkey on my back

cut yourself, flesh of pure

deaths carcass rots, smell of the cure

smile to your brother, love fellow man

aliens in the sky, fly because they can

round and round, swirling beat

rip and tear me from my feet

find a way, must find a way

what baby shall die today

the child inside, I can no longer hide

from the outer darkest side

smile evil has a hand

to chant around him on the land

necklace shimmer around my thought

as the carcass slowly rots

in the sunshine, pure and black

feel the monkey on your back

Sunday Mar. 17, 1996

Oceanna Eclipse

Freedoms lost, when hopes away

to fly in clouds of dreams to day

love's dying, squeezing life

black vortex cast with evil strife

like a spell, dwell in your Hell

walk only where the spirits fell

slowly pace along the path

in the rain, sun-shower bath

bitter-sweet, stones so cold

where we go, and so were told

stars are flying all around

with no wings I'm on the ground

to look so far, and away

when I sit here everyday

to wonder what place afar

would sound like with no moving car

chariots of fire, devils on black

evil vortex cast in black

Wednesday Mar. 20, 1996 11:06 a.m.

OCEANNA ECLIPSE

to love someone from deep inside

to hold your hand on the swirling ride

I want you here, close to me

your the one who makes this soul free

to fly and soar high above the sky

I need your here to comfort as I cry

when I shed tears of hate

to have you here I can't wait

hold my hand, and love me true

and in turn I can do the same for you

dry my tears that are so wet

and you'll find a love underneath I bet

underneath the hate, and sorrow of this life

I�ll put away the bloody knife

forgive the evil and flesh of hate

that I must cut or seal my fate

please, I beg that you may be

here to shed your tears beside me

and together our souls will soar

wishfully I pace towards the door

Thursday Mar. 21, 1996 1:30 p.m.

Oceanna eclipse

Bombs whistle in the sky

the mistress on her crystal cries

far away, stroll the dead

thirsty ground so water's fed

like the passion of the storm

evil is a virus torn

faster, faster it will grow

consumed in black is how were shown

flight shall turn, in the ground

roaring streams, skies the sound

maggots weave left and right

through the bones pure and white

flesh has pealed, back away

no longer a dream, what else to say

hear the song, of the breathe

the last one taken before the death

of the solder with that bomb

now the hillsides peaceful, calm

decades later in the sun

children running, having fun

flowers grow, trees so wild

here the cry of a newborn's child

Sunday Mar. 31, 1996 3:31 p.m.

love in path, bitter-sweet

melt black corrode to your feet

and in turn pure now white

feathers extrude, beckoning flight

cold to me, but touch is warm

blue rain falls are adorned

in the shadow of colored arcs

glistens gold, shimmers dark

purple illusions swirl and sway

rolling with the turning day

translucent pictorials drift in the sky

feathers on the illusions fly

stripping hopes to the quill

to the emptiness, try to fill

ironic purple drifting by

voices tainted with a lie

Monday Apr. 1, 1996 4:52 p.m.

illuminescent, glitter vex

spirals swirl, delusion protects

in the ring, wedding bands

realities mine, who takes the stand

diamond walls, mountains clear

protects fanaticy�s magic tears

halo's illusion, pandemonium grand

come for the ride and take my hand

low and behold, deep in the green

what now becomes of the turning scene

good morning. black of night

God only knows now who is right

little sparrow in the sky

catching tears as children cry

lighting perches on a limb

of the forest black and dim

trees encircle, try to protect

the walls and mountain, or what is left

diamond walls, mountains clear

where's the answer that we fear

illuminescent glitters fly

high above the crystal sky

in a rainbow webs are spun

God only knows what has been done

Monday Apr. 1, 1996 5:03 p.m.

portals in the black of day

the end i