Can I dream? Can I at least have solidarity?
Here is a riddle, I once ponder, the thought of furry alligenty.
Is it just me, or can i not hold down commitment, although I am in deperate search, to find that one true love.

Although i ponder, this hill, this moutain, I struggle, over.
What is love? What is solidarity? Let me make this somwhat eager but yet decriptive if I may detail poetic solidation.

O' ere to dread it, I wait till morn.
On summer's passing, of winters torn.
Light the dark, Light the everlasting grey.
All a wolf wants, winders away.

Slight simple, pleasured doubt, A dream.
Nights long everlasting scream.
Barberic, They call me, alas they see.
That this wolf has noone else to be.

Tanteric, solid waves, crash apon the never ending blue.
Is this? it is the day i rue.
Lavish me with water bread and wine.
Now winter brings, these ungreatful swine.

"How thou wolf?" Cried the human carcas, in the day.
Shadowed by fear, and shadowed by the grey.
This never ennding mirror, traps my one true self.
Laying life apon an empty, downcasted shelf.

"Off with its head" Cried the people, of the town.
With windows of whispers, that tear me down.
Feral mutant, inferal clown.
Throw down, Your hand, your life, you barberic slown.

"Alas vile fiend" Cried the minister.
Ireach my paw to unforgiven mister.
Alas its over, my struugle to be.
The one in the mirror, the thing I see.

In that glass I remain. Never to be seen again.
Trapped in the forest of unforgiven soul.
Srowning in the mists of glass, Once, twice. And zen.
Now, just then, just that moment roul.

I was the mirror, I was my beast.
I was the barberic, man with not skin.
Just fur, paws, and a tail, and to mark my tracks yeast.
Now, all i want was within.

This mirror, this slane of glass.
This barberic beast, of meories, sad, but true.
Ever lasting moments pass.
Looking into those eyes, of blue.

Can you call me barberic, or a beast, or a fool.
Its been said by both those, of passive tool.
Into the night, I awake again.
To see that I never reached Zen.

Into the travelling show, again I go.
Once twice, but in here, I feel so low.

Brute Hanson
19th December 2009

Thats right, going to but some of my education into play here, feel brave, feel worthy(lol).

What does it involve?

A picture of you (Person) or of your character.
One shout or Private Message
Then waiting time.

What will I do?
I will read your face to get out what kind of person you are.
Pshycology is just reading the mind.
And this will be between you and I.
I am hardly ever wrong.

Does it sound fun? Please this is just on my own knowlege already agreeded.

LinkinMonroe
Gritz Greasepup
Rodie_K9

Задолжано к выкуплению.

Страхом будет оно почему, я замечаю вас? Оно почему я спрятал? O' не будет оно почему вы побежали? O' будет оно почему я повернул к кольцам, котор я выжидал бы? O' оно здесь? Поговорите вас человек. «Примите шанс», котор он сказал и снова он борется. В o' к этому моменту будет никудышно. Ваше дыхание, ваш голос, вы недвижны. Это вы o' be it одна вещь кровоточит. В воздухе, пожар, вода, зарывает. Эти будут ваши страхи. Глаза thine o' закрынные winded зверь молитвы matins.


Гражданская несправедливость на здесь, теперь принимает этот износ. Я не прочитать эту книгу? Я не спеть к моему lare? Прыжок, bop, большой bunny. Побегите здесь, побегите к зайцам. 9 жизней, котор вы имели, one by one, нас примут их. One by one o' признавается, o', котор вы лежали бы к рубчику. Ream comtempletitive души naïve страха o'. В ere вы идете, внутри ere вы страх fem.


Он поговорил once more к нам в амбаре. «Примите шансу» как раз то но снова. Для теперь внутри опасайтесь, он борется, но после этого. Salience, медленно, скользкое slugged wren. Взведено курок к crocked курица. «Можете вы увидеть?»

Никакой ответ, повторение, другая попытка, не препятствовал ему быть. «? Почему?» Он заплакал от его переуступает. Эта трещотка от деревянной раковины, и козули. «Приходит вне от Click деревянного foe коробки», кудахчет, кудахчет, если после этого мы видим. Ничего на всех, темноте, и окончательно сво идет. Лежит между страхами, будет нищетой и woes.

Вера здесь и теперь выкрики кукушки. Несправедливость нищеты и все те лож. В она хочет ем умирает. Вера страх в его глазах.

Out of Reality

Here we are, Alone now, darkness takes over.
Covers me, as now, nothing remains, I cannot hide.
The window portrays me, it is my lover.
Although its heart, is the morning tide.

Hither, on this season of winter, I sing.
Awaiting the lone ranger, to come to me.
Now none the less, on the eagles wing.
Shed a tear, show emotion thee.

Given this hand, show it a kiss.
A small touch of slight love.
In ought, I thought I heard a hiss.
Thy, a slithering snake, or my dove.

Hither here the boughs the more I dream.
Sour bitter sweet tongue, that touches thy.
In the morning gone, the shower cream.
By the bed, just makes me sigh.

Hither your memory past, nothing here.
All I want is to be by your side.
Dreams take me to where. Over there.
To you the recurring bide.

Hither it in the wind, shun to pass.
Or love is what will be in me.
Thy, its gone, like the morn, it pass.
How can you try? How can this be?

Hither, is this all my dreams that have passed?
Now, never, not another day, or?
Are you who my memory has lasted?
Shun to think that the day is nor.

Not now, I think.
Not ever, I thought.
Not here, I speak.
Not, a nought.

Pass me a flower from the Somme.
Here I lock it in this wooden box.
Shun thinking it is Donne?
Love, immortal art, of the fox.
Pass me a lily, to smell the colour,
I think, I ought to know, now.
Yet it’s more a vision a road, a colour
Live your life, do it, but how?

Pass me Edelweiss to hold.
As I dream, as I sit in cold sun.
Shadows from trees, stand bold.
Hiding my face, from the rising one.

Pass me a rose, of red.
Bricks stone mortar, which I have.
Build me a house, of led.
Here, is that all you have?

I speak silence nothing comes.
Rain, wind, hail, the sound of the storm.
Bombarding my heart with love, it comes.
Filled to the top of the storm.

Pass me love, if you have any.
This heart, this body, this soul.
It’s yours, all of my emotions too many.
If I only had any in this plain bowl.

Now cascading water falls.
From the high hills, of the sea.
Plenty more love left in these halls.
Not enough, unless you wish to see.

All my love, all of me, is you.
And you are mine, and this is true.

A Cheann Comhirle.

Is míse an grá, in octus, an feár tu.
A haon cean sort fan nomaid.
Is eireann leát and domhsá, an as lú.
Cread, gach ná creadáithé is eiveann as romáid.

A thirna, gach sepheirphlás ach ná rachieád on grieannfheárr.
Studaithé sé, linn ach gach eilé.
Fear straid na bothat fir dubh eannfheárr.
As tu sort eilé ag caintóil, as feilé.

Ní ceard as tu leat féar ach in achnáidhé
As feár sheán, ar nocht beo bocht leatsá.
Níor eachacá a credáidhé.
Shan nós siúl elsé leatsá.

Linn geárd fionn díom heartsá gióm.
Shin shin, geartsá lióm.

The Nocturnal Abyss

For now, in the created dark, I left the light
His eternal stone, now my life is over.
To see the future, is gone at night.
To try for power, fame and those eyed cliffs of Dover.

Shackled, invisible floors
For now all is gone, nothing here at all.
Power, fame and the eye’s of the moors.
See that, this is not I, but the wall.

In the abyss which my heart will fall.
Telltale dreams, of misery and awe.
The blood stained curtains, upon this wall

Here I stand below the trap doors.
The light seeps through, the narrow cracks.
Whips chains that anger those eyed moors.
Now anger me even more, into the abyss the cracks.

Ashamed of power, fame and those terrible lies.
Sinking into the darkness, I hear it call.
Once, twice, thrice, those cries.
Hidden, out of sight, into it I stand tall.

Now children, laugh in prayer.
In this moment, will the parents stop them?
Tell them no, like they care.
This child will leave then

Not come hitter, or spare the change.
They toss the basket to the side, the church collection again gone.
This time the order is rearranged.
Into the abyss, all is one, all is sawn.

Alack, the abyss doth move, it doth see.
Alack, it has no eyes, not any blue waved seas.

I contemplate, and wait.
To head up to the Northen roads.
That come hiter to me, its not to late.
To unbare unfateful loads.

Tear down this invisable wall.
My last moment, I go to Northern Roads,
To bare, this place, I fall.
To dischange discharge your loads.

Fireflys brighten up my abyss.
All thats left, I know I'd miss.

I've been waiting such a long time
Looking out for you but you're not here
What's another year -
I've been waking such a long time
Reachin' out for you but you aren't near
What's another year.

What's another year for someone
Who's lost everything that he owns
What's another year for someone
Who's getting used to being alone.

I've been praying such a long time
It's the only way to hide the fear
What's another year.

What's another year for someone,...

I've been crying such a long time
With such a lotta pain in ev'ry tear
What's another year - what's another year - what's another year.

My Furry Band Vintage Beginings is celebrating 2 years of formation. Were so glad and would like to thank all the following companies people.

Tension Recourds (Ireland)
Fm 104(Ireland)
RTE (Ireland)
My Music Maker(Global)
Lindo O Mally Production(Ireland)
Samus Promoting(Ireland & England)
Trinity College (Ireland)
University College Dublin.(Ireland)
Arete Ich Iebn(Germany)
Senne Ros CrieB(Germany)
Niche Bben Auto (Germany & France)

Speical Thanks for all of the people who helped us raise €14,500 for chlidren in need.

Speical Condolencies to;
Mark O Mally
Ciara Malone
Sandra Huges
Derek Fry O Mann

So after 2 years were all here, but we remember all the past people.
Members.
Brute Hanson- Bass and Lead Vocals-The white wolf
Markus Thomson-Lead Guitar- The Black Husky
Gerrard Thomson-Rhythm Guitar and vocal- The blue dragon
Frank Hughes-Drummer- The Fox

Former Members
Lee Huches- Vocals- Green Dragon
Micheal Mc Namarra O Huillvan- Bass-The Horse
Sean Presscott- Drummer- The great dane

And Look Out 12th December World Wide realese of "We Need A Plan"

The Leader Brute Over and Out

Fears strikes the nation of the world to hear this week in the news "the recession is not the end?". Once we stop fighting everything will go wrong the earths temperature has increased by 8 degrees more since 2004, global warming has rizen sea level 1 ft already, scary to think that this is not even a fracton of the actual effects and as the climates get worse, the storms wait on the costs of to make a bad day, turn into the worst experience we will ever face.

Fears strikes the governments, is there ever going to be a way out? The moon or mars? Nasa experts belive that space travel is now possible again after the lauch of *DDbX440* which had a successful flight into space and a decline back to earth ran smoothly, the test lasted a week, Nasa would like to annoce that the moon is a possible human resource of living, but what about us? The world forgets we cannot all afford to spend the phenonminal amount Nasa expect you to pay. The world is changing but what has been done can always be rwwritten or out done.

Furries of Toronto Canada made the ribbon cut for 2010 fur con *Anthrocon* Taking place summer 2010, dates annoced on the hotels website, Markal Vann Dunn, from assistance mangement said " The most civilised and respected people I have ever come to meet ever!" At a news press after the ribbon cut, but why so soon? "2010 may be here quicker than you think" John Actulne said to News 4 on the night, the recession cutting prices and the fantastic after partys held on threw the night. " All in the name of having a good time, all for one, all for furries" John said to his fellow mates as they sat down to drink cold soft drinks at a pub just 10 mins from the hotel, John later was confronted by News 4, he then said.

" If your going to do something, you may as well have a good time doing it, why should we all be the same class, were diverse and popular, were everywhere and anywhere, we unite at this for meeting people, the excitement and tension for summer grows here, and will continue growing, because, we know what fun is!" He then refused to answer any more questions by thre press, good on him.

Its not the end?

Here I am looking over the page of Edis Krad, the next he turns 30 and the world turns to fall on their knees the social insite of his pron weas delicateable and entertaining but anon to that the man clearly has a problem with who he really is, so my question is can you lose the furry in you?

1. Clearly from my point of view you were what you were, and you are what you once were, and if your hiding behind closed curtians about it then hither this thought apon your soul, "finding the way out" There is no way out sir never has been, you chose your life to be what its is from career to sexuality to the way of being musical artistic created or social what once was shall forever be here *Pointing at my chest* You may think if i ignore it the past will leave me alone forever consumed by your own personal choice i do shun to think what the sterotypical furry, better much for striking fear into the heart of humans will do next? What is the shadow in the courner of the eye? Why do furries exsist? The whole point is because we belive that anthropomorphic drawing writing is fun. Which it is for the people who let this be, you close the door but with every closed door god opens a window to new opertunity, which anun to you that a crack in your hardwood floor you call a heart is breaking feel the tears of soial inept flow from this aching in scent, take this hither, thou wilst be here forever a rose to wither.

2. The days of furries are on the brink of exstiction and as each one by one the more anun we come the more the social inherited genes of technological avances hences forth the waves of goverment offical to shut us from the source to inclosed source, the quote "Save one, to love another, breed the cold, with your sonter" Springs to mind to breed the ineditable consitiution of furries breeding life to youth amoung the old and teens the future we need to hold, hence i remeber being yound a naive furry, I have been one for 12 years now, but i know i can't and won't change what i have done. Because i am the one who chose it, but hence forth i should end, but why should i end the only people who understand me as another quote "The most accepting people in the world" New York Times 2005, so end with this critism on the boughs you have lost respect from thou, hinter your breath on the winter sun, the soon moon rises apon what anun.

3. Your incoheritant but what i see is mortal justice substain blood from pawed hands the inbreed justice from man to man, your not amongst the crowd of slaves who just bow down to see you leave, over the incrusted shells of imortail earth, your once anun art becomes a wave amongst the sand, hinter this thought that you were once a strong dependable man, critise all you can, blame the person you think you know, throw him your arm and a bow. Your not amonst your peaceful days the war of furries arrises one day breath of the fire from hell, once here ring the bell, toll it twice, cut the string, and then see how loud it sings. Field hill moutain top anun the showers of the winters come, heiling apon the stormy seas, thou will wait acroos ocean beds or river bends thou know the world will end, man weak animal strong here the cry the warrior anun, wolf fox horse to, see to this, show him your force, show him no remorse.

4. So this is what you think, this is what you want, but this image of the blood stained hardwood floor of the New York street a man in his fursuit a bottle in his hand a human with a gun stands. Others walk past ignoring your faith to be, they rush to work your just a dot you see, but they walk all over you just to get to destiantion x, so who here can say, "I want to leave" cause this decision you made credits our nation, defend our people defend our state culture life intoheritant pressure. Spread the word, why mus one hide the thruth revil yourself as who you are show the world "I am proud to be a furry".

5. Now with that out of the way i do feel like i should bring up the topic, i will miss Edis Krad, but he has choosen to go away from the field of art he was drawing, it dissapoints many of us FA'ers and be you a Paws fan you know why and when he left. I sulute him on his path to clean furry art, I support him to continue our culture beyond ths loss and welcome Edis Krad as a new furry whomever he decides to be.

6.And go forth anun to you, that all I know is I will be a furry till the day I die. Bury me in a cascet with my fursuit on, and i shall apease god to continue the culture of life from here to heaven or if so hell. But i hope that i don't ehd up their yet.

Please People

Continue the furry race forever.

Brute.

Brute here.

Hello I am starting to offer people prices for song s they want played on piano, be it a favorite of yours or a song you heard on the radio, please send me the details in a note or via the shout option here on FA. The prices do vary so please pay close attention.

Score= $5.00
Sonata= $25.00 for a 2 movement
or for 3= $30.00
Comprent= $10.00
Entourage= $5.00
Created Piece= $5.00
or if your interested i do colaberations for people and write my own music.
Colaberation= $30.00


Brute out.

"Sophisticated students do not exsist" Shawn Caan Principal.

I support him on his statement.

The student is described these days, to be more layed back, attention seeking,alcohol drinking, and drug smoking. Students depend on this for survival apparently. Shocking to some as once a student myself the future was always planned and forced into working for points and the higher side of grades, social life was between bad to non exsistant.

And now with these new crases that sweep the nation, some schools in the world let their students waltz the corridors with mobiles, bleeping, buzzing and spurting random phrases like ( Lol, lmfao, brb etc...)

This is not only a shock to myself but i would certianly think mobile phones should have no place within the concrete walls of the school. Your not going to die without one certianly. It is uncomprehenseable for a 12-15 to even own a mobile, it makes sense that teachers should rehearse and practise what they preach, get rid of the phones from schools all together. Your not going to be that important, even if you try to be. It does not make sense.

Parents set the bar with their children, half the Parents I know give kids blackberrys and I-phones, I certianly cannot figure out some of these items, how the hell is that child going to know what infromedia is and site infroserdure etc.

This is just not in any way exceptable to me. I for one belive it is not even a forseeable site that students will ever grow sophistication, without sophistication from the site of the source, the Parents.

I point my figure at you, kids not only should not own mobiles, but i belive attitude arrises from the mobile invention. Kids raised in circumstances without mobiles tend to get better grades and tend to grasp grammer better than those who live and breed into the LED investation on the phones face. Desperate matters, call for desperate means.

It just does not make sense why parents buy children under the age of 15 mobile phones. They cause more damage neurologically and some kids use them as weapons, which phones these days may be light, but pack a powerful punch, both physically and mentally, children can be text bullied and what not, and it is a fear striking upon the parents.

So why do they insist on buying them, Is it demand? Pressure?Or is it the fact that mobile adds reach out more towards this target market.

Students Striking.

What is it?

Well its happening in the european schools/colleges, students just get up and leave. The avereage students misses 16-20 days of school, on average 3-8 are unexplained 1-3 are made up. To be quite honest this student strike is mostly happening in private sector education.

What rich kids want more for there money thats unheard of (sarcasim) But as a student from private and public education, it seems to me public education should be more where students strike. The wool is certianly been pulled over there eyes.

Hence why is public education giving out such a bad name to parents and private gets good aprehensions. I wish certianly that private education was more like public sector, its more social.

But who are they complaining about? Teachers are the best of the batch and Parents have enough money they could sail their kid to school. Besides as a rich person, my number one mindset is suprisingly not money. To be honest, i just like the job i do and certianly find in no way that private education helped me.

Kids just have nothing better to do" Martin Asten A principal in a privat 3 day a week school said that his students had nothing better to do. Martin Asten made a speach on October 8th 2009.

"Parents, Students, Teachers, Other Staff.

I am disgraced, shocked and angered by the following display, it is not tolerable for the school, and i will not tolerate it, the complaints of many people have come to my raising attention and students will be dealt with, I do not demand this protest to stop, I enforce you to stop this protest at once. You do not own the school, and you do not own me, your not allowed to take a leave whenever you want, nor should you even dare too.

It is beyound me how things can escalate this much in the time it has. Your disgracing the school name and disgracing 40 years of hard and solid manipulate and degenerate work, this is your school,not your house, not your friends house, treat it with respect, and your creast. It is a symbol of who you represent. I am not at all feeling any postive feedback from the parents of the area and I feel parents should be the end of the chain, seems the parents are just as bad. It is my solom duty as your principal to stand before you, point my finger in disgrace, a hand of injustice that follows threw, now your ideas of being rebellious and teen-like can go so far, but this is not a plaything, I envoke you to proceed with your protest, but students will be expelled from private education sector, as long as i am here, the board know of this and have asked it be stopped from the source, parents, your children, darling son or daughter, have proceeded to push the board, who now are not onloy mad at them but feels the whole private sector should not exsist, I for one agree with him if this is the way they feel is civilised and normal.

Filithy animals from the depths of hell, your not here to stamp on my parade, belive me one thing is, this strike your doing will be disbanded immediantly, and your rules stricter and more coheritant. Your not my problem parents, students of the school will learn the mistake and the shame that now surrounds them and their education. I bid you all good day."

His speech proved to those students that 4 weeks can change 40 years. These students seeking strikes are more likely seeking attention.

Fin

Do students seek scince?

The more popular field of incognitive justance has been reached, the futher we slip into the dark abyss of the recession, the more that we need to do, Students in college these days ask is their any point of me leaving college when i will probelly have no where to go.

Its true to say that students must just get document after document. I know after receving my M.ch which is master of surgens I knew a masters was not enough, so i decieded that aphd would be the next step. However off the topic of myself, Why do students seek science, or does science seek students?

1: Science is a major and minor field, if your intelligent their is always higher areas of study, like neuroscience and mediciene, and for those of intermediate intelligence can go on to do Biology, Chemistry ,Physics , Astrophysics. Bur science is now not all science, science has opened new portals into the realms of IT. Neuroscience and Technology, Is a new age science course 2 years of neuroscience and 2 years of technology with a B.sc at the end how can you go wrong. But you want to do that with a luanguage or with history geography or music, why not try a B.A degree, step into the world of doing Biology with two of any other choice optional subjects as long as they do not overlap on the timetable your free to walk out with a B.A.

2: Science leads to more prolific carrers such as psycologist,doctor,general practioner,pharamacist,dermotolgoist,nerurologist and much more. You can even be a teacher with a science degree. But what about the less intelligent student who has a dipolma? Your still intitled to a full life with prosberity. Carrers Advisors point most students down the scientifical path, usually because most students tend to excell in these subject in school. However some people say "I never consider a carrer in science" I said "I never considered myself a failure" Its the little things that you may decide to do in later life, who choses, who we are?

3: Parents say that science is a simple choice, but to throw the field of science being simple 60% of college students say science is 3 times more challeneging in college than in school, but because it is a test of knowelge, students say they prefer college science 3 times more than in school, this simple path has many difficulties, who would you rather have in your house a Doctor or a Teacher?

4: Science expands to many horisons from the cities of Dublin, New York, London,Berlin, Paris etc... To the countrside Mayo(Ireland) Lufkin(Texas) Albersontage(Germany) Gonne(France). The science of Arigculture and City Manufacture are very popular across the world. Arigculture is a very popular science subject in Irish schools. Most Western counties of Ireland Arigculure science is a manditory leaving certificate subject. This field of reasearch (Pun) is filled with tonnes of information, many students in this field usually become Master Farmers, Fishery Farmery, L.O.S Farmers (Land Over Sea) etc....

So it is true that in the mere future as i resemble for a replacement for the loss of natural gas and for a greener method such as; Wind Wave Solar Neucleur Frectics or Astroneucletic, scince will definatly be a prior choice in the future. So students seek science of course they do.

Fin.

Sanctum Decorum

Prison cell defeated walls, defeated body, defeated soul.
Lying on the outside of the deep dark dismal delight of this cell.
A man that cares one I know, he is all but a figure of the dream, I man you cannot see.
Higher then highest building my love for him grows.
Black shell, empty core, what I do to see him once more.
Shield of fire, head of pain.

Decorum to this bleeding rain.
Oh my lord, send me sign, the prison walls call.
The blood in my veins pumps threw my veins like rivers awls
My man of joy, show me the way.
The light that cover the one sanctum of this dilapidated stone core.
Please, find me, save me from the sanctum of myself.

Don’t close thy eyes, I am innocent, the blood is not from the scene.
But from the tragic irony of rain that cries my blood, will come again.
On days the only man inside this pillow cased cell, is me, by nights.
Your presence is the one that fills my insanity with hope of sane.
You stop my never ending pain.

These shackles cannot restrain me forever.
That is the emotion I feel for my lover.

Nocturnal Sunshine.

You're all I need, all I want, all I cannot have
You're a simple picture that I want to save.
You're innocent in thrust, but sometimes I want to try.
And then you cry.

Your tears are dry, I arrive my love.
You're not cry, and you're a dove from above.
The most beautiful, heaven must adore you
Your kind, I love how you're convinced to be true.

Show me the staircase; I need to be above it all.
But all I do is awake from the dream to fall.
The phone beacons me for the on call day.
The day should be filled your way.

I hope you know that my mind is set right.
You and your way to shine all through the night.

All I do lies beneth these shattered walls.
My family long gone, my life is all,
gone, once here you would have thought.
But nothing remains,my shadows no longer cast,
on these wooden floors, I shut the only open door.

Once a child young and free, thats all i want to be.
No longer waiting on my dreams, crushed by fools.
Under bending lies that call my name, I wander,
away now opening the curtain falls, a complete
new person,with lines is all, I feel discasted,
I leave my faith, all is gone from this place.

A family once lived my life, and for all of this,
I feel for them, my sins won't get me anywhere,
Not above nor below, you see my face at a window,
you'd turn away,only if you would talk to me,
exnologe my abode, I sit here on these dessolate roads.

Long,cold, wet streets that just fill my soul.
Disheated, by my own accorde, I felt an
afull joy fill my aching bones.
Older now I feel to youg to lie.
To sit here by your open cascet, only makes me cry.

Six feet under down you go.
Never to return, not in soul or body code.
One beat that skips my heart.
As all i can do is laugh as your put down.
I never forgot the irony of that moment.

Noone else but me and the vicar.
Wording spoke that muttered detail,
his final say,the clouds cry, on this day.
But my dead friend, your gone for good.
Beneth bundled bones below.

It is where you shall stay.
I hope that one day, i will join the rotting clay.

The Demon

He is scared of you.
Your scared of him.
He hides in yopur closet.
While you in your bed.
He is the demon.
But inside he has feelings
He is not a demon.
He is your friend.
A friend that likes you.
A special one.
A caring guy.
Who is number one.
He likes your stories.
He loves to play.
But in school.
The Demon hides away.

1) As I sit, open my window bay, I look to the sea.....

The hope of finding my dearest Cody is all I need to see.....

For his eyes glisten like waters beam.....

And all I can do is sit and dream.....

2) I wait and hope my Cody will come.....

My servant jives awaiting some.....

We both stand on the wooden deck.....

As I say “Is that the heck”....

3) The ship is gone, but not for me.....

All I want, I cannot see.....

Cody is a memory, trapped you see.....

Somewhere out there in the vast blue sea.....

4) My Cody will come on the day.....

I tell. I wait for him on the bay.....

His black locks will flow in the wind.....

But I will punish for my sins.....

5) The night seem long, the hour do too.....

As all I do is waiting for you.....

Oh my Cody, hearth to the joy.....

I can only remember you as a boy.....

6) You’re a man, strong and free.....

I hope you have not forgotten thee.....

Oh my Cody hear my cry.....

As my servant leaves me with a sigh.....

7) Eager on joyful return.....

I hope your body is not too stern.....

Like the ship, I need you. ....

And I hopeth Cody needs me too.....

8) Cody I hope, you will know.....

That in my mind, our love is no show.....

I love him more than light.....

Even when it is not so bright.....

9) For Cody to Cody my one true love.....

Heaven sent you too me like a dove.....

Give me power to hold your hand.....

I know by now you’re not on sand.....

10) Professing false love to another man.....

He will stand, strong and buff with a tan.....

Do not be fooled, by his unfaithful hand.....

Show him this, our lover’s band.....

11) And bid him a farewell.....

Cause I know, no need to sell.....

My only dream is hiding here.....

And one day you will return here.....

12)....

I shall open my arms in joy.....

The man I love is still my boy.....

Writer....

Brute Hanson....