Eyes of a Mystic by Lady Adellandra Dratianos (old books to read TXT) 📖

when I was a kid...I laughed when I saw it again and had to include it as well. Found within the massive files hidden within the depths of my computer...

The Bomb Squad Queenz R Back Again!
Get on your feet,
Dance to the beat,
And let the fun begin!

Hay Hoe! Hoe Hay!
You know what they say
Cause you know the Bomb Squad's here to stay.
This is the crew,
It's up to me and you
So come on yo, get this party
goin' strong!
With the Bomb Squad, You can never go wrong!
Sing: B-O-M-B Squad's in ze Houz!

Hey all, it's time to meet the crew.
Hill View High Bomb Squad!
Yeah, you know the Hawks are true.
You know it's right, its time to fight.
The Hill View Hawks are Dynomite!

Listen up folks,
it's about time to bust my rhyme
You know me, I'm
Bonnie!
I'm the B-O Double-Double-N Double I-E
I'm workin the mike
Til the end of time
Say Hey hoe, hoe hay
The B-O Double-Double-N I-E is here to stay

Sing: B O M B Squad's in the House.

I'm the next of the crew you meet
When your walkin down the street
My name is Jenni!
You know I can't be beat.
I'm the best of the best,
I'll take it to the test!
and if you mess with me,
You die like the rest!


Journal Entry:
-- Bonnie L. Slater, 03/29/94
Ok, so I wrote this years ago, twelve of them to be exact. I didn't know what to call it, so I called it a Journal Entry. I know it's kind of depressing, as all my poems seemed to be at the time, but this also belongs here, as a reminder of what was long ago.

Listening?
Learning?
Hoping?
Are you still Yearning?
No one knows where the common heart belongs
No one really cares, anyway.
What is life, if you can not live it?
When there's a price to pay,
Do you know how and where and when to pay it?
Shall we play the game that we have to play?
Or shall we just forget about what's right or wrong?
Can we live with ourselves when all hell's broken loose?
Do we still tie tighter the noose -
Of pain and anger and frustration?
I can't take much more agrivation. . .
When will the pain end and my life begin anew?
Will it be when I make a friend out of the truth?
Will I still be in my youth? Will I grow old?
There are many things I have been told.
When life's a stage, as Shakespere once said?
When I learn to accept the dread of the dead?
When thoughts are clear again in my head?
That is when, I sadly fear, I answer all my questions here.
But, if questions arouse and more answers remain,
How can we truely stop the pain?
Pain, Hurt, It's all the same.
I hate hate to play the game....
I have no choice, I hear the voice
Nagging in my mind.
I hope it's not hard to find --
The one thing I have been yearning for,
That is LOVE, HAPPINESS, GOOD THINGS IN LIFE. . . . . . .
Please help my broken heart learn to love again, and
You shall be greatly rewarded by the joy of bringing
this young, but tattered life to rest in the good land.

Love Is
written by: Bonnie Slater

Love is Blind, So Unkind;
Always Hurting, Never Working;
Always Scheming, Never Dreaming;
Never Working, Never Warning;
Never Right, Always Wrong,
(That's why I have to Write This Song.)
Blind, Unkind, Hurting, Non-Working,
Never Warning, Everything Above.
Is This What We Call "Love?"

Love is...
Is This Fantasy or Real?
Tell me now, How Do You Really Feel?
Is this Love Or Is This Hate?
I Ask You: How Much Can I Really Take?
All The Hurt, All The Tears,
Frightened Feelings Over The Years.

Just Another Dream -- Another Endless Fantasy;
Tell Me Now, What You Really Think Of Me?
Is This What Love Is Supposed To Be?
If Not, Define Me...

Love, True Love
-- Bonnie Louise, unknown date (unfinished)

Love, true love
Is it for real?
That special feeling that I feel
That I've felt but once before
but feel no more
where has it gone
I'd like to know

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Publication Date: 12-05-2009

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