Seeing as I don;t have the time to update you ehre yet (I will! I Will!)

Here is some Poerty....

Poems

Alone among many

I stand alone within the crowds
Eyes look down avoiding stares
All around the people stir
But I'm alone, perhaps not there?

Do they know that I am here?
Do they see my downward glance?
Do they care that I'm not one,
of their people, of the crowd

Do they see that I am here?
What would they do if they knew
That I am not one of the crowd
Not one of them, but something else.

Long ago they knew my kind
When I was not so much alone
But then they found we were not them
Were not the children of their God

They hunted us and killed my kind
Not caring weather friend or foe
Then they took us from their minds
Forgetting all their horror sown

For ages now I've been alone
Among the crowds that arn't my own
But now I look upon the crowd
But they look down, as if alone.

Crys O'Regan 1997


Death in gibberish

When life anears its ebbing web
And death returns to those who sleep
The day may come when tears will melt
And darkness rot will soon be felt

Crys O'Regan 1997


Awakening

Bedtime has come and gone
Day breaks, night falls into slumber
The shadows emerge from the embrace of night
The light tells its secret,
And the night runs in fear
The deafening turmoil of darkness give
way to the songs of angels
Eyes dart from left to right
And life returns to those who sleep
Time starts once more
as dreams return home
And the stars have gone.
Day has broken, night is crushed
As darkness embraces the dawn

25/5/96. 12.40am

Christmas for the Endless (relivant only to DC's Sandman Fans)

Some say there is no Christmas for the endless.
What is a time of season to those who came before the dreams of gods?
But others say different....

Dream will spends the Yule tide in his library of unwritten books, glancing through the pages that people dreamed to write but never had time to in the waking world.
And occasionally, every few hundred years, he may, if the mood takes him, visit a party in the dreaming, having cake with Einstein and wine with Norma Jean. And all the mortal dreamer will remember when they wake, is a strange pale faced figure, in a dark cloak, that somehow seemed out of place, in an otherwise normal recurring dream.

Delirium who was once delight. In a time long past would choose this as her day to walk as a mortal in the mortal world, savouring the happiness and joy of the season.
But now, she sits alone in her realm, watching multi-coloured fish fly by with her mis-matched eyes and thinking of the talking dog he seems to remember having once, and cathrinweels and flowers that turn to golf balls...

Desire finds this to be his/her favourite time. she/he get to meet many mortal children for the first time, and for many mortals it is his/her last visit before they pass from his/her grasp into the realm of his/her sister, despair.

Despair Squats in her realm, looking through the mirrors of the world, and all the lonely faces starring blankly back at her. she is wished 'Merry Christmas' more than any other of her family, but each greeting comes with tears of despair.

Death wears a new hat at this time of year, and she greets all her charges with a smile, a gift, and sometimes a kiss.

Destruction The lost brother, where ever he may be, drinks a toast to his family and sings long and load about the good old days.

Destiny Eldest of the endless, turns another page of the great book, and some old old legends say that if his face could be seen under his cowl, you may just catch a glimpse and a smile. Why Destiny should smile at this time, the legends do not say.