Ignorance Is Bliss The broken light On a moonlight night Illuminates my fear For it better to be blinded Than to know that evil's near.

How...? Advise please, I managed to fall heavy 300 spaces in rank by taking a week off. How? How many new people are there? Geez.

The Queen's Lament The stars are very beautiful, Far above the palace walls, They shine with equal splendour, still above far humbler halls. I watch them from my window, but their bright entrancing glow, Reminds me of the freedom I gave up so long ago. This bright and golden circlet, It rests lightly on my brow, I once thought only of what This circlet would endow. But once I took the crown to which I had been reared and wed I found it heavy on the heart, though light upon the head. Although I am the head of state in truth I am the least, The true Queen knows her people fed, before she sits to feast. The good Queen knows her people safe, before she takes her rest, Thinks twice and thrice and yet again, before she makes request. For they are all my children, all, that I swore to defend, It is my duty to become both Queen and trusted friend— And of my children high and low, from beggar to above, The dearest are my Heralds, who return my care with love. The dearest are my Heralds, swift to spring to my command. Who give me aid and fellowship, who always understand That land and people first have needs that I may not deny— So I must send my dearest friends to danger—and to die. A friend, a love, a child—it matters not, I know indeed, That I must sacrifice them all if there should be the need. They know, and they forgive me—doing more than I require, With willing minds and loving hearts go straight to grasp the fire. These tears that burn my eyes are all the tears the Queen can't shed, The tears I weep in silence as I mourn my Heralds dead. Oh gods that dwell beyond the stars, if you can hear my cry— Amd if you have compassion—let me send no more to die!

The Lost Heart Of The Adolescent American, Longing For Spontaneity In A World Of Preparation. I was lost again today But not as I was before; As I went along my way, I had to stop at the doors. I paused for a short moment, And watched the golden leaves fly, But again, like a rodent, I rejoined my company. I had classes to attend, Time to kill and tests to pass, And so I began the end "the land of the free" my ass. My #life has been but nothing Save "prepare for what's to come" So strive I to find something To save me from the humdrum. This school is an asylum Though freedom be nowhere near I'll just have to beguile'em, Until I am freed from here. My master plan is hatching, In constant contemplation The holes, I shall be thatching, Seek no remuneration. I'll be waiting at the docks, My boat can hold a few more, But you mustn't bring your clocks, For time is naught but a chore. The horizon beckons us.

The Dream Of A Gypsy Soul We sailed out in the morning As the winter turns to spring Undestined and unknowing Of what tomorrow brings Towards the blue horizon Leaving all we have behind Our yearning hearts will guide us to find A dream we carry with us And the hopes that we hold As we rise from the ash into gold We reach for the impossible As unreal it may seem Still we sail 'cross the ocean And follow the dream The#moonand stars above us Will lead us to the shore My heart will be my compass And you will be my north We forecast stormy weather And pro-and-con our moves But what have we achieved ... A dream we carry with us And the hopes that we hold As we rise from the ash into gold We reach for the impossible As unreal it may seem We will sail 'cross the ocean And capture the dream One day arriving Behind the far blue Where you'll find me waiting And I will find you too A dream we carry with us And the hopes that we hold As we rise from the ash into gold We reach for the impossible As unreal it may seem We will sail 'cross the ocean And become the dream