I'll add to this. I have some more on my computer, and I may put it up tonight.

All my art/poetry is, just, spur of the moment. I work on it some (often for days) but I can't bring myself to screw it up for weeks at a time. The only poetry I ever did that to, turned into crap.

"Leave a false World behind-
Pass through the Lens-
Leaving a World, age lined.
Fall on the Winds.

He will lead you on, and through-
(this world of danger)-
There is but one, and one path true.
(Though he seems a stranger)

Look through the Dreamers Lens-
Where the false World dies-
And the real Dream begins"

-in progress-