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My eyes are bleary.
my head is weary.
I just got out of bed.

And all I want,
Oh all I want
Is to lay back down my head.

But duty calls, 
and calls are due;
I really cannot stay.

This weariness, 
This bleariness,
It will not go away.

And all my moans, 
and all my groans,
Cannot discharge what's due.

My aching knees
and mild sneeze
are a far cry from the flu.

And so to work
I go again,
To work, I go again-

To meet
the people I shall greet:
encounter foe and friend.

My eyes are bleary,
My head is weary;
Towards home I am now sped.

And all I want,
Oh all I want
Is to lay down my head.

Who me? I am Pinnocchio, a puppet made of wood,

But I can be a real boy, if only I be good.

Geppetto and the Lady, fair, have made me free of strings,

But they want me to go to school and learn of boring things.

 

The cricket is a boring chap, he scolds me through the roof!

I do not want to stay at home, I've really had enough!

My father sold his coat for me to know my ABC's,

I guess that I will go to school; I caused his shiver-sneeze.

 

On my way to school today, I heard a jumpy song,

Followed it to a place where puppets act the whole day long.

The master wasn't very nice, he nearly had me burnt!

Only then did I know my wrongs; what a lesson I'd learnt!

 

He gave me five gold coins to give to dad for a new coat,

But me, I was distracted one more time when I did gloat

To a lame fox who held out his paw, and a blind cat that stared.

They promised my gold coins could soon become a larger share.

 

And I believed them! Foolish me! I did not know their minds,

Their eyes fixed on the gleaming coins, pretending to be kind.

They took me to an inn and ate food piled up to the ceiling, 

They left soon, too, and I paid the Innkeeper before leaving.

 

The cricket said to go straight home before it was too dark,

He feared that I would meet robbers, intent upon their mark.

I didn't listen, for I'd heard enough of his advice.

His constant scolding urked me so! He really wasn't nice. 

 

Once more I started home again, but soon I met with two

Dark cloaked assassins after gold. I would not pay those few.

They chased me over street and field, and caught me in the woods,

They could not pry out from my mouth, my two last golden goods.

 

They hung me from a tree. They should've known that rope and air

Are nothing to a marionette! They, tired of the affair,

left me to hang there from the tree. They'd come back in a day

to see if I would decide, then, to let them have their way.

 

The Lady had me taken down, and took me in her house,

She called the doctors in to see if there was still a pulse.

(With me be-ing a marionette, I had no pulse within)

Two of them pronounced me dead; one prescribed medicine.

 

She tried and tried to make me down that icky, nasty stuff,

After two lumps of sugar, the Lady had had enough!

The Death-black, casket-bearing hares entered into the room.

But me, I downed the horrid goo, and thus escaped my doom.

 

Alive and well, I chanced to tell three quite enormous lies,

My nose then grew so long I couldn't do much else but cry.

The lady called her woodpeckers, who made it small once more,

then said there should be no delays, nor strays, nor chance detours.

 

On my way back, what luck I had to meet with fox and cat!

Surprisingly, they said we were not very far from that

Mysterious rumored field that would increase my gold treasure

By heaps if I should bury them! Ingenious! How clever!

 

The cricket knew, better than I, what those two were about,

He shook his head “Go home to dear Gepetto!” He did shout.

The cricket pointed out the lady's orders to me, plain.

But I would not take his advice, I followed them again.

 

A little rushed, I followed them to that important field,

The coins, buried, I waited for the treasures it would yield.

It would not grow, I went to get some water for the crop, 

But when I came back to the spot, the coins had been dug up!

 

What foolishness! What stubbornness! I'd been so very wrong!

The fox and cat were not my friends. They'd tricked me all along!

I hurried home, I rang the doorbell. There was no one there!

Where was my dear Gepetto now? He must be found somewhere!

 

Now worried, I ran here and there, and came upon the beach.

If I had but come earlier, he would've been in reach!

But now he sailed upon the sea, with a boat and two oars.

A storm was brewed; the waves, they grew; and his boat was no more.

 

I jumped into the waves and swam to save my father, dear,

But I could not find him again, for he had disappeared.

I drifted to an island place, and hunger took me sore.

For food, I helped a lady carry water to her door.

 

But, not just any lady, 'twas the Lady, fair, again!

I wept for I had disobeyed her orders, even then.

Once more, she sent me off to school, this time I did obey.

I went to school, followed the rules, each and every day.

 

Two years of work and study, and I learned to read and write,

Two years to set things back in place and make all things aright.

But then one day, my classmates played a very cruel joke.

They lured me to the beach to see a shark going up in smoke.

 

No shark there, I was then aware of what they had all done.

A fight broke out between us, me against seven. I won.

Bad losers, they threw all my books, and towards me those books sped.

I dodged, my math book sailed by and hit one boy on the head.

 

Then they all ran, but I stayed to see if he was all right.

The cops, they came, and then I ran. They'd charged me on the site!

They sent a dog after me, Alidoro was his name.

He fell into the sea, and could not swim, to his own shame.

 

I rescued him, and was caught in a fisher's smelly net.

He brought it in and did not see that I was a puppet.

He thought me some kind of new fish, and rolled me up in flour.

He was about to fry me when a dog came in the door.

 

It was Alidoro! He rescued me from that old man.

I thanked him, and returned to find out how the boy had been.

Not dead, alive! I was so happy I exclaimed right there!

But, soon I realized I had to face the Lady, fair.

 

For I had not been to the school as I had promised her,

I tarried on my way back home, out of uneasy fear.

One time, two times, three times I stood in front of my own door.

But I was too afraid to see her face so grieved and sore.

 

That night I spent outside the house, and fainted on the stair.

I woke inside, forgiven once more by the Lady, fair.

I studied hard the rest of the year, got first in my exams,

The Lady was so very pleased, she told me of her plans:

 

 That soon I'd be a real boy because I had been good.

I jumped for joy! A real boy, for doing what I should!

I invited everybody at my school to see the switch,

But the last one said he would not come: his name was Lampwick.

 

He said he was leaving that night to go to such a land

Where boys would do no studying nor work. It was so grand

That all they did was play and eat and do whate'er they willed.

I wanted to see such a place, and we decided, thrilled.

 

A carnival, with games of chance and rides and food and beds, 

But soon I woke to see a strange contraption on my head.

Two donkeys ears, I was in tears for worry of it all.

I soon became a donkey, true. The owner sold me off.

 

At the circus, I became lame, I then was sold again 

To one who just wanted to make a drum head with my skin.

He threw me off a tall, tall cliff, into the great big sea.

Imagine his surprise, when he pulled the rope attached to me!

 

For in that sea a thousand fish had nibbled at my ears, 

And by and by they nibbled down to wood, and disappeared.

I was a puppet once again! I laughed and told my tale,

Then jumped into the great big sea, and swam fast, without fail.

 

But oh, how sorry I became when, much to my distress,

I was swallowed by a giant shark, while swimming very fast.

I met a tuna in its gut. The shark was very big,

enough to swallow several boats, according to the fish.

 

I saw a tiny light within, and went there to explore.

And there, I met father! The shark had scoffed him in the storm!

He'd lived off provisions in the ships that were swallowed whole.

And trying to get out and leave had been his two year goal.

 

How white he was, how old he looked, how ill he seemed to me!

I took him to the shark's large mouth, and, tip-toeing, tried to flee.

The shark, he sneezed, throwing us back into his stomach, dark.

The candle gone, the only light we saw came from the stars.

 

The shark slept with an open mouth, I carried father out,

And swam for shore with all my might, but my strength soon gave out.

The tuna I had met back then, within the shark's huge maw,

Had escaped too, and helped me find my way up to a shore.

 

I had not gone a hundred steps, with father in my arms, 

When I came upon the fox and cat, begging us for alms.

The lesson learned, their cries, I spurned and helped my father past.

After much walking, we came upon a place to rest at last.

 

But now, I had to look for food to feed my ailing father.

But the only thing that I could find inside the house was water.

The cricket told of Farmer John who had cows down the lane.

I hurried there, but had nothing to pay him for the cream.

 

So work I did: a hundred pails of water for the drink,

And it was so much harder than I'd ever worked, I think.

It helped father get better, and I studied in a trade.

I made baskets for market, and saved all that I was paid.

 

I made enough for father to be comfortable and fed,

and fifty pennies more than that, I was then decided

To go and buy a brand new suit: with coat and cap and shoes.

But then I met the snail who told me such terrible news!

 

She said the Lady was now ill, was in the hospital.

I gave it all my pennies and returned with naught at all.

At home, I worked very hard to make more baskets to sell

So I could make enough to pay her bills and make her well.

 

The next morning I woke up then, and, much to my own joy,

I found myself not a puppet. I was a real boy!

My room was now the loveliest that I had ever seen,

Upon a chair I found a brand new suit made just for me!

 

Inside a pocket was a pouch and note beside it there.

It was the Lady returning the coins I'd given her.

To my surprise, the pennies had all been exchanged for gold.

And looking into father's room, I found him now, not old!

 

What joy there was! I now knew why the Lady had me learn.

It was to bring joy to my father with what I had earned.

To learn and work may not be that which gave me that much joy,

But it was best for turning me into a real boy.                                    THE END

 

It doesn't need a voice for you to hear it.

It doesn't need a face for you to see it.

It doesn't have a time limit for you to come to know it.

It is ageless.

It is the foundation.

It is what came before anything else, the basis upon which reality was born: the program upon which everything came into existence.

It is the beginning and the end, and also everything in between.

It is what happened in the past, and what will happen in the future.

It is the action and the reaction.

The sciences are its children.
The metaphysics; its art. 

It is all things bright and beautiful, all things soft and wonderful. 
It is all things dark and ugly, all things hard and terrible.

It is all things that are.
It is all things that are not, as well.

It is what is real.

The one thing it isn't, the one thing it can never be, is a Lie.

But, you know...there is one very special person...who was its Father; who shaped it and formed it and brought it into being.

And therefore, we sometimes call Him by its name.

Because He encompasses all that it is.

And all that it is in its nature is fulfilled and brought to its best within Him.

That is why we call Him the Alpha and the Omega, The Light, The Way...

The Truth.

I've been very busy over the past few months, to the point where I was working on six hours of sleep for a long time.
I've been busy grading homework and teaching.
I've been busy reading light novels.
I was also busy making preparations to fly to Kansas for Christmas.

The storyline for The Adventures of Sora and Tseng is almost finished, and the character sketches are coming out as well, in case you hadn't noticed. 

I apologize for not working on the comic book recently. Since it takes an awfully long time to even finish a single panel of a page, I kept on putting it off until later, when I would have more time....and then it would be night time, and I would put it off to the next day. I am extremely sorry!

Instead, since I was waiting to hear back from my friend, whom I was working together with on the storyline, I decided to start writing a light novel of my own. It's called Thera of Rose Manor.

You can find it on Royal Road: royalroadl.com/fiction/4496
Or you can find it on my newly-made blog: sorashiroublog.wordpress.com/

There's only about 26 chapters, though.