fairy tales

Do You Believe in Fairy Tales?

August 31, 2020August 28, 2020 Mark Wayne

Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. ~G.K. Chesterton #Quote #MotivationMonday #MondayBlogs
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Dragons do not only exist in fairy tales.

Dragons are real and they exist.

Dragons can be beaten.

It is time to believe in fairy tales again, for the dragon is at our door. He is real, he exists, we must believe and fight with the faith of a child, always believing he can be beaten. ~M #WarriorPoets #Quote #MotivationMonday
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#LiveYourDreams

Dragons do not only exist in fairy tales > Dragons are real and they exist > Dragons can be beaten. #Motivation #Encouragement
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I am currently slaying some of my own dragons having writen my memoir which is to be published in Spring of 2021. You can read the announcement from last Saturday here or by clicking on the image below. 😉

Poetry

August 22, 2016 Mark Wayne

Once upon a time… can happen to you.

Love relentlessly creating your own fairy tale in real life.

Then you can… live happily ever after.

#LoveChangesPeople #YouMatter

Poetry

A Fairy Tale of Sorts

November 11, 2015 Mark Wayne

On a lonely dirt road
Under a tree’s green canopy.
In an enchanted forest.
Under a sky of deep blue.
Soft clouds float by.
On the song of an autumn breeze.

An unexpected encounter
That catches them both unaware.
On a day like any other.
When time seemed to stand still.
Neither said a word.
Yet, the silence spoke volumes.

Her crystal blue eyes.
And a smile of utmost kindness.
He lost himself in the waves
She felt his strength.
Wielded with authority.
A mantle of royalty easily worn.

In that moment of time
Their destiny’s sealed as one.
The magic was evident.
Forces collided in the unseen.
Warring over the notion.
Of lovers meant to be free.

Demons swayed in the trees.
Watching the unfolding scene.
While angels stood guard.
To protect the mystery and magic
For true love must win.
For them to live happily ever after.

Life, Poetry

I do believe, in Santa Claus

December 21, 2014 Mark Wayne

Just a soft touch, of a gentle hand.
A moment in life, where time stands.
Believing in fairy tales, of magic moonbeams.
Dreams often come true, from legends so it seems.
A starry night unfolds, in silent glorious grace.
For now we wait, held in love’s embrace.

The hope endures despite, time’s slow pause.
Yes I do believe, in Santa Claus.

Even St. Nick will kneel, on bended knee.
A moment when time did split, so few did foresee
In a manger a newborn babe, comes from majesty.
For unto to each of us, comes God’s mercy.
To infuse a living hope, that will ever sing.
Out of time eternal, a king of Kings.

Dragons do not only exist in fairy tales.

Dragons are real and they exist.

Dragons can be beaten.

#LiveYourDreams

Once upon a time… can happen to you.

Love relentlessly creating your own fairy tale in real life.

Then you can… live happily ever after.

On a lonely dirt road Under a tree’s green canopy. In an enchanted forest. Under a sky of deep blue. Soft clouds float by. On the song of an autumn breeze.

An unexpected encounter That catches them both unaware. On a day like any other. When time seemed to stand still. Neither said a word. Yet, the silence spoke volumes.

Her crystal blue eyes. And a smile of utmost kindness. He lost himself in the waves She felt his strength. Wielded with authority. A mantle of royalty easily worn.

In that moment of time Their destiny’s sealed as one. The magic was evident. Forces collided in the unseen. Warring over the notion. Of lovers meant to be free.

Demons swayed in the trees. Watching the unfolding scene. While angels stood guard. To protect the mystery and magic For true love must win. For them to live happily ever after.

Just a soft touch, of a gentle hand. A moment in life, where time stands. Believing in fairy tales, of magic moonbeams. Dreams often come true, from legends so it seems. A starry night unfolds, in silent glorious grace. For now we wait, held in love’s embrace.

The hope endures despite, time’s slow pause. Yes I do believe, in Santa Claus.

Even St. Nick will kneel, on bended knee. A moment when time did split, so few did foresee In a manger a newborn babe, comes from majesty. For unto to each of us, comes God’s mercy. To infuse a living hope, that will ever sing. Out of time eternal, a king of Kings.