My Passion, My Crime

By Damien Knight

I pour my heart upon the page
Spilling out my passion.
My love a crime for the age
My lust my greatest sin.
I yearn to lace my fingers
Through your thick hair.
My kiss a taste that’ll linger
Once I am there.
I’ll trace your flesh like clay
And mold you for myself.
Just promise you will stay
Take your heart off the shelf.
I’ll protect it as my treasure.
You have my devotion
And my love without measure.
I just want your submission
To hear you say you love me.
This makes my heart beat
And sets my soul free.
I love you my princess sweet.

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Fight My Battles

By Damien Knight

I think of my princess
Her dark hair, deep curves.
How she deserves the best;
How I feel like the worst.
Yes, I pushed her away
Mars, she needed me,
I fought just for another day,
Battle in my head, insanity.
I promised her safety
From the monster within.
I’d fight my battle alone
I was certian I would win.
Alas it’s simply another wall
Keeping her at bay.
I will make them all fall
So in my arms she’ll stay.

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Honest

By Damien Knight

I hold myself so tight
Wound up, so desperate.
My soul is in a fight
And my heart can’t forget.
I ache to hear I love you
With that trembling timbre.
I’d die just to hold on to
The passion I give her.
Inside I feel so empty
My heart a lonely vessel.
She cannot free me.
These inner demons I wrestle.
She says “less walls, be true.”
I am, I am I cry out. Honest!
I feel so real with you!
Princess, put my heart to test!
When we meet, I’ll show
How strong I can desire.
Those peridot eyes will glow
With loves undying fire.

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Inspiration

By Damien Knight

Is inspiration a trifle thing
To plea the raven sing?
What verse will he give?
When he simply fights to live.

Her love a caress against skin
Reeling him back in.
He longs for her like water,
How he misses the moon’s daughter.

Aniya, see how Koraki aches?
How his poor heart breaks.
I promised I’d never leave,
It is you that lets me breathe.

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Fall Household Agenda

By Damien Knight

This summer the kids and I tried doing schedules. This is our update on how time management is working for us. It has made the kids more focused and things get done. I highly recommend printing a schedule for your house hold.

5:00 am to 5:30 am

5:30 am to 6:00 am

Morning Workout

Meditation

6:00 am to 6:30 am Get dressed and ready for day
6:30 am to 7:30 am Breakfast
7:30 am to 8:30 Daily Chores
8:30 am to 11:30 am

11:30 am to 12:30 pm

12:30 pm to 3:30 pm

Morning Lessons

Lunch and Recess/Lunch chores

Afternoon Lessons

3:30 pm to 5:00 pm Free Time
5:00 pm-5:30 pm Dinner
5:30 Pm -6:30 pm Evening Chores
6:30 pm – 8:00 pm Free time
8:00 pm – 9:00 pm Showers / Bed prep
9:00 Pm /10:00 pm (Weekends) Bed Time

Chapter Three: Hope for a Race Final Draft

 

“O to see a dragon birth.

To travel to one’s dark lair

Deep within the earth

Pray the Dragon spares thee”

Quoted by Arajuan to his men

warning them the danger

of hunting dragons.

Deep in a massive shadowy cave, the smoky black egg was preparing to hatch. The father, Rork crouched down and blew flames on it to hasten its incubation. His vast scorched wings tucked behind him, his neck stretched forward toward it. He focused his entire energy on hatching the egg.

To the left side of Rork sat a smaller female curled up in her nest of straw and rocks. The mother, she was a misty-black dragon. Her wings were thin delicate membranes she kept folded into her. She pressed the frilled crests to the side of her smooth face and neck as she edged nearer. She watched over him with an anxious eye.

A new large line appeared on the shell. Rork looked up and detected the crack. He called out with telepathy.

Mika, it is hatching, he exclaimed.

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