Any help or advice will be appreciated, and if I am able to get my poems published as well as the illustrations, I will be more than happy to split the money received 50/50. Help me out here peeps, please.


Short Story part 1Standing at the wooden door that led inside the cave of the mountain, the warrior prepared for what lied inside. He opened the door, the rusted hinges creaking loudly, echoing down the dark corridor that now laid before him. He stepped through the door, a few steps down and a gust of wind slams the door shut behind him. A quick look behind him and a hand quickly went for his sword as his sight turned ahead once more.Short Story part 1
Another sound, a flick of a match, and a torch was lit on a nearby sconce. He blew out the match he held in his free hand, and reached out to take the torch from it's home.


If I died todayIf I died today would you be wondering why a man so young just had to dieIf I died today
If I died today would you remember my deeds the good and the bad or the fond memories
If I died today would you say I deserved it that judgment has passed the sentence I served it
If I died today would I go up to god or be sent to hell to face satans rod
If I died today who would all be there how many tears would those shoulders bare
If I died today with all I have done would I have permission


The Fool For Your PlayI wake every morningThe Fool For Your Play
to face a new day
knowing once again
Ill be a fool for your play
You tell me you love me
you kiss me each day
but youll go to him at night
and leave the fool for your play
I drive you around
so we can hang out you say
but its your friends that you seek
not the fool for your play
we make passionate love
at night and at day
"but youre not my type"
yo


The REAL reason for the seasonTwas the night before Christmas A long time ago The three shepherds sat In a land with no snowThe REAL reason for the season
When all of the sudden There arose such a sight The three men looked up And were stricken with fright
For an angel came down From heaven above Surrounded with light And showing great love
Do not be afraid He said to the three I bring tidings of joy For all to see
In the city of David Christ has been born In swadling clothes He has been adorned
The angels sang out And people bowed low &n
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"A film as rich as a sauce béarnaise, as refreshing as a raspberry sorbet, and a lot less predictable than the damn food metaphors and adjectives all us critics will churn out to describe it."
-David Ansen on "Ratatouille"
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"A film as rich as a sauce béarnaise, as refreshing as a raspberry sorbet, and a lot less predictable than the damn food metaphors and adjectives all us critics will churn out to describe it."
-David Ansen on "Ratatouille"
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