Saturday, June 20, 2009

My Green River Dragon...From Songs for the Dragon King...Part One, by Vivian Hadding

Once upon a time there was a child
Who endured all sorts of pain
Most nights she held all her tears within
But, sometimes, in the middle of the night
Her silent, broken sobs
Would be carried by the wind
And she'd awaken fearful
With heavy heart
And wondered why her chest ached
With emptiness and longing

She was the Moon's lost daughter
Touched by music and magic
Who felt love within all things
And the trees befriended her
And the birds they sang to her
But, all the children in the village
Throwing stones they chased her
Because she was not like them
But, the trees called out to her
Deep jade shadows they beckoned her...
Come Luna's Daughter, come!

She learned to run
Swifter than the village children
Far into the forest she'd wander
With the trees urging her onward
To places others too fearful to follow
By the river she would drop
And drink a little water
Sometimes looking through the ripples
She thought
She could spy a sleeping dragon
And she would dance for him
And she would tell him everything

At home the evil emperor waited
Angry and bitter
And she'd try to please him
For all she ever wanted
Was to be loved
Yet, he would frighten her
With his hurtful words and cold, cold ways
Some days he would beat her
Other times he belittled her
And, there was never, ever
Any love nor safety at home
For he had chased her mother away
So the child tried to be strong, tried to be brave
And she was, most days

In the deep of the night
A warm breeze began to stir
The child began to dream
Of a Dragon King
Who would watch over her
Guide and protect her
But, most of all he would be her friend
He would teach her many things
Especially how to trust and love again
And every night before she went to bed
She would thank the stars
And the wind and the trees for
The green river dragon
King of all the waters

Monday, June 15, 2009

Site I need to remember...
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Sunday, June 07, 2009


Sitting, Waiting… from Songs to The Dragon King, Vivian Hadding

Sitting,

Waiting
Been some time
Since you’ve come over
And we’ve talked

Its so rare

And when it happens
You set my soul on fire
You give me faith
And strength and courage

You light my world with hope

Of what I might accomplish
And its so hard
To see myself without you

In truth

We’ve never been together
In truth
We’ve never even skated
Ohhhh,
But, its you
Not me the savior

One day

I’d like to ask you
To join me
For a walk
A cup of coffee
Maybe, I’ll play a song or two
Maybe, I’ll even dance for you

Its so hard

This trying to be your friend
So hard to understand
Unspoken words
A look
A nod
A smile you cast my way

And now and then

My bright river Dragon
You seem to push me out
Before you pull me in

Your eyes

So deep, so fierce
They cut through my skin
But, when you want
Such peace and gentleness
Within
Like pools of jade green water
They sparkle and wash the stain of sin
Waves Washing Over Me… from Songs to The Dragon King, by Vivian Hadding

Waves washing over me,

Sometimes crashing
Sometimes healing
The darkest parts of me
Go on screaming

But, its all wrong
I'm not that strong
You only see a part of me

Am I drowning
Feels like I’m dying
Its just a game
Life’s little win
And, you,
You’re the better part
Of my dreams

Illusions

Delusions
Is that all you’ve been
Setting me free now
From my deepest fantasy

Cold winds blowing
Outside it begins to howl
There’s a storm a coming
I can see it now
And I’m going to be brave this time
And, I’m trying not to cry

But, its all wrong
I'm not that strong
You only see a part of me

Hurricane sweeping me away

Nails tearing at the walls
Blood, confusion
Its getting so dark
I can not make it stop

It will shatter my whole heart
And the windows will be broken
The doors all blown apart
And when the sun rises
Shall we find a brand new start

Its all wrong
I'm not that strong
You only see a part of me

I know deep down inside
I called the waves
I called the wind
I asked my soul
To give me wings

I always thought
You’d be there waiting
But, life's a trick
And so's belief
When all is said and done
There's no such thing

But love
It keeps on giving
Even when we know
We haven't got a shot
And Faith
Won't let us stop believing

Ohhh...
But, its so wrong
I'm not that strong



Saturday, June 06, 2009

Imaginary Friend...Songs for the Dragon King, by Vivian Hadding

Found three feathers this week
One outside my door step
Two on the small stretch of walk
From the parking lot to my job
Took it as a sign
That you were still into me
What a damn fool I am
To believe

Ahhh, I just want to believe
What else is there to live for
You tell me
My once upon time friend

I remember
When you first saw me
I was just
A lonely broken dream
Sitting on a cold bench
Waiting for the next song
And all the ice to melt
You offered me your hand

Ahhh, I just wanted to believe
What else was there to live for
In my heart
In my heart....Ohhhhh, but I wanted to believe

Been two years
Since your soul awakened me
Picked up so many feathers
And heart shaped rocks
And sea shells
They all sit on my window sill
Like stolen kisses
In dreams we've yet to fill

Ahhh, I just want to believe
What else is there to live for
You tell me
My soul, my heart, my friend

But, lately
You're offended
By others taking interest
Yet, you just walk away
Not saying how you're feeling
Expecting me to sit there
Like I can read your mind
Won't even look me in the eye

Ahhh, I just wanted to believe
What else was there to live for
in my heart
In my heart....Ohhhhh, but I wanted to believe

What's the matter now
No one left to rescue
Have I grown too strong
Its just a front
I'm still the same lonely one
Sitting on that cold bench
Waiting for your smile
Waiting for a chance

Ahhh, I just want to believe
What else is there to live for
You tell me
You, my imaginary friend

Friday, June 05, 2009

Tuesday, June 02, 2009




















We learn so much about ourselves through our characters, the ones we create for our stories, our visions, our dreams. We discover how to face the fears that are hidden, heal the wounds that have long been buried. Slowly, timidly, we learn to feel again so we may begin to live life fully, unlike the walking dead.

Monday, June 01, 2009