Biography of Kelly Zion
Hi, I'm a Southland girl. I grew up in Kentucky and Wisconsin, but my heart's always in Georgia. I also got folks up in Minnesota and sometimes we'd go visit them and hang out at the trailerhood (that's where I got my Eastern American toads.) I've got a big family; two older brothers, two younger brothers, a sister, and all the sweet Country singers I adopted (mainly Tim McGraw and Joe Nichols and Keith Urban... and Rodney Atkins and Toby and Owen Wilson (okay he doesn't count) and Wolverine's brother and my Principle Mr. Ricky (who reminds me of Tim McGraw.) I love all animals and I grew up with tons of chickens, cats, rabbits (not Rabbit with the Spot, that's the evil one we have now) and fish and ducks and pea fowl and pigeons and I had a pet goat and brothers had a snake and a spider that lived by the door and mice that ran away into nether-space. I think I love all animals, but people are better (at least some.) Tim McGraw is the sweetest guy in the world. My cologne dinosaur totally agrees. I'm a Baptist missionary and I know the old King James is the only true Bible (by the way I love that song, by Scotty McCreery) and Chick Publications is the best place to get ministry material (they have stuff explaining why the KJV is the only true Bible and just about everything else) and Kent Hovind knows all about dinosaurs and creation science ('evolution is a carefully-protected state religion, ' just like any other cult. My favorite quote from him. My favorite poem is 'The Hunting of the Snark' by Lewis Carrol (by the way, I love snarks. There's a book all about them, 'In Search of Lake Monsters' by Peter Costello, an awesome book. I probably stayed up for three days reading it, all kinds of recorded stories. But we should definitely leave them alone, they're shy creatures. It's funny, after the flood, practically all the dinosaurs we have left are the ones that escaped in the sea (remember all the creatures were destroyed that were on 'dry land.') I also like Cat Crimes (well some of them) they are great psycho stories about cats (fiction of course) and 'Tom-Cat Tree' on this site, is so cool. And I love the poem 'Daylight' by Jeremy Rodgers and 'Once-Saved, Always Saved' is definitely wrong. It totally goes against scripture. (you can write to me and I'll give you a ton of verses disproving it. And articles too.) My sister's a lesbian and I totally don't agree with that either (Romans Chapter 1: 26-27) I think I might disown her. Also, my older brothers are Atheists (I don't know why, they've heard all Kent Hovind's stuff. Oh, yeah, it's a religion.) And my little brothers are brats. I'm so glad I have a secondary family. And I'll always have a home in Heaven. I believe that words are our greatest weapons, so keep it going!
Kelly Zion's Works:
'My Secret Hideaway' by Publish America.
Kelly Zion Poems
Water, Oh, Water
Water, water, that's how I'll die I'll die in the hollow between day and light water Oh, water, I love you, oh say
Addicted To You
I'm addicted to you, I can't get enough of you I suffer from withdrawal when I'm away from you.
It's Gonna Be Okay
Climbing a palm tree with a coconut braid hanging your life on the line climbing the ladder of a moving train
Tiny hands reaching up believing with all her little heart. No one holds her, no one knows no one sees the loneliness
'Footprints In The Snow'
We all die where do we go? Empty footprints in the snow.
Baby, you’re my Cowboy Baby, and Baby, with a silver sword take your heart and chain it to me and dub me your cowgirl
Feed me catnip, lay on my dragon throw my troubles down the cliff; a thousand stories all used up; highland plights, fairytales, and love
How can we dare to dream, when we're afraid of what people think? Sweet dreamers. I'm not afraid of the rising tides,
Dance under the stars watch them twinkle dance under the stars like a Gypsy.
River To Share
I borrowed your river, I hope you don't care but the river is big enough for all of us to share.
The flower girl threw flowers until her wedding day that day the only flowers she threw was the bouquet.
A Little Girl's Dream
She's not afraid of horrible people but she still dreams of someone sweet people hurt the little girls is it 'cause they're pretty?
When you get a heart transplant Your old heart is taken out Because it's hurt so much it doesn't work To keep you alive
Little Girl On The Beach
A little girl all alone on the beach touches the sand to build a fairytale.
End Of Time
We float in this world as bits of dust,
following the instincts of our lusts.
How do we lose what we haven't gained?
How do we go crazy when we were born insane?
Let's lift ourselves out of this grave,
wash our souls out in the rain,
in Maraschino drops of blood,
we know we can be loved
if we rise above.