Not George

Crazy drummer and a fiddle and cello
She's on my mind
A rock band comes on with a set more mellow
She's in my mind

It's not George and so is she
She walks on through my mind
Her kindness makes her pretty
She races through my mind

Her smile is bright, she shines all day
She brightens up my mind
I feel I can't say what I want to say
She hangs around my mind

I don't speak to her as much as I desire
She slowly slips my mind
I see her again, its her I admire
Again, she enters my heart

There: An Adventure

I'm in a world where contrast meets itself,
humble hobbit, gruesome goblin, elegant elf,
and a creature who has nothing to do but relax
is lost in a lonely world with sweet syntax.

A poem to him but not for The Wizard,
who decides to make himself an enduring blizzard.
With this blizzard, metaphoric it may be,
cast it on the creature, did The Wizard, see?

Perhaps you can't see this, but the creature felt it good.
Why he was chosen, was not understood.
The storm took him away from hidey hole,
trapped on a quest with thirteen other souls...

These band of souls
quickly travelled on.
For a dragon must be slain
and a treasure must be won!

Oh travel far and wide they did,
saw the dragon, hide then hid.
Young creature was brave and fought the beast,
an army approached from due east.

All was quiet and quite.
It seems young creature had won his fight,
he learnt the value of true friends,
and with lonely living,
There is only lonely end.

The 53rd Man

From head to toe, he's seaweed green and a pastey white.

His bloodstained lips are smiling scars, but not from fights.

A businessman

With a business man

With a business mind

Thinking only of business

If money is his game then why does he have none?

If killing is his game then why is there no gun?

Both of these, he has to have and do

But his real game is power

And he has some.