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Deep twinkling poolsof dark blueWaiting forthe rumbling of pink wavesto changeit fromits abyssto a vibrant colorWaiting forthe white discto chaseevery ounce of darkness away.3/11/2009

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A bumblebee dancesAround the bright sunflowerin thelazyhazydays of summeralong the sweet riverin the middle of the golden plainAh, the beauty of the day.8/22/2008

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Mighty Redskin,You brought strength to your warriorsYou brought pride to their taskYour sullen look of timeBrought us the knowledgeThat we would survive.You have raised seventy tribesTo be strong,To be survivors,To be all they can be.Now , you have become obsolete,Gone with the changing times.Once, your roar shook the valley,Bringing wrath for all who challenged you,Now that roar has been

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You tellsuch talesthat leaves meBreathlesswithAnticipationthat I cannotturn away.8/10/2008

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I brought youinto the world.Incubating you before thatAnd I would never do anythingto hurt you.8/9/2008

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Dry Cleaning for the Clean and DryBus Pass for the Passed BusText Books for the Books Texted.8/8/2008

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TalkTalkTalkincessantly about nothingabout judgements you passWithout ever thinkingWithout listeningWithout learningAnd you wonderWhy You are seen as Stupid.8/7/2008

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Lifeis so differentsince the day you were bornSinceI heard the messageOn the phonethat you arrivedPart of me is gladyou are herePart of me wants togo back to that day.8/6/2008

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High upon that hillLives have changedforever alteredFor a few brief momentsSpiraling out of the chasm of eternityAnd touching all those who come to the hill.8/5/2008

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I long for the daysof you and IDancing in the sunand touch handsin sweet intimacyA lifetime agoThough the timewe hadsits in my mindlonging for them to return.8/4/2008

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Black BoxOn My DoorFilledWith Dreamsand DutiesConnections,and Concoctions,Wantsand Needs,Waitingfor my heartto be returned.8/3/2008

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It feels goodto have a friendthoughI wait for thingsto fall apartTrustingis a Rock of GibraltarToo massiveto climbat times8/2/2008

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Long DaysLonger NightsThe loneliness eating mee up insideEverydayThe searching for meaningGets farther and farther awayThe purpose of my life sliding awayinto an empty seaa of blackness.8/1/2008

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The SunThe sunThe everlasting sunBearing down on uswith a warmthand lightMysticIn what it can doIs it really there?Or some grandillusionI will never know.7/31/2008

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Long daysLazy nightsLife drifting awayInto an oblivionthat can not bestoppedCan not be stoppeda never ending snakeof cycical boredommarked with moments that will live on forever.7/30/2008

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Sleeping inLoading LaundryReading my bookCatching a midday movieSipping coffee at a local cafeA Day of Sunlightand all the years of servitideDancing aroundBehind me and through me.7/29/2008

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It wasn't about the pantsIt wasn't about how I did my hairIt wasn't about what I saidOr how I talkedIt's about the way you thinkyou have control over meAnd you will never win!7/28/2008

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How big the ship must have seemedto youTugging at your mother's skirtas you board.How big the ocean must have seemedto youEndlessly reachingto the sky blue.How large that great lady must have seemedto youGleaming and shinyguiding you to a home you have yet to know.How vast the praries seemedto youThe grass waving you alongto your final destination.How that farm seemedto youWith all the

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I feel it every dayWhen I enter the showerAnd leave itWhen I brush my teehWhen I brush my hairWhen I grab my mugfor that morning cup of brewWhen I grab the wheelWhen I take the railingWhen I walk into the buildingWhen I sit at my deskwaiting for the day to endWhen I pick up the groceriesWhen I sit at the barWhen I watch a show on the couchWhen I turn in and say good night.Most of allI feel it

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The elusive mistress he yearns for evades Ben for another night. This café has been more of a home the past few nights than his tiny apartment three blocks away for this lady has thrown him away, discarding him in the black of night. Now he is left in a daze, wandering the barely lit streets of the city. At this point, he can’t tell whether his dreams are reality or reality is a dream. Sitting

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waiting for things to changewaiting for things to remain the samewaiting for the world to endjust to begin againwaiting for that kissthat touchwaiting for my hair to growwaiting for the wrinkles to trek across my facewaiting to grow oldwaiting to grow upwaiting for a friendwaiting for Bobby to come backwaiting for the sun to go downwaiting for the moon to go upwaiting for the mountains to

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That morningwas like any otherwith you asleepsafe and soundsafe and soundleaving that morningwas like any other,Then the world came crashing downwith lightning and thunderShattering your sleepand rattling your rest.No one there to comfortand soothe.Life can scarcely everremainthat peaceful as it was thatbeautiful morning.5/19/2006

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Will I walk by youYears from nowAs though we were strangersEven though a moment agoWe were the most intimate of friends?3/10/2006

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Frantic behind a winterful mornWe whisper and shakeAs the drooling mad men,Snarling and howling,Circling us into theDark room whereWe hide.Their maddening howlsLeaves us whimperingLouder and Louder.Then the wolves shuffle awaySlowly backing down from their prey.And in their muffled retreat,We quiet down even moreTo an even quiet,A quiet where the sounds of each breathBreak the waves of

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Be insaneGo beyond the mundaneTake what the day bringsAnd your heart will singLive each day to the fullestAnd never are you the dullestDo what you loveAnd fly like a doveBe true to youYou’ll know what to do.1/16/2006

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Is this how the fairy tale is supposed to end?With tears, sadness, and words of anger?Do you even realize what you have done?Do you realize what you have killed?Are you the man I marriedOr some stranger I lived with?What have you done with my knight,My glorious knight,All shiny and new?Where has my tiara and long flowing hair gone?Was it all lie?Was it all a dream?Was it all a secret wish in my

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Leaves are fallingDrifting down the streetThe simple elegance of their movementis something you will never see againFor where you areThe leaves do not fallYou will never change for meYou will always bebright beautifuland sweetBut you are gonefar awayLeaving me with doubtand lonelinessFeeling that there is nowhereelse to turn to.10/25/2003

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There is something so bewitchingAbout youSomething so entrancingThat draws me to youLike a magnet to iron.A day to wake without youIs a day without sunshineFor you bring peace out of meand let it meditate for a whileYou enrapture me with your lightFor you are a true mirrorMaking me laugh when I want to cryStanding still when I need to leanReflect who I truly amEven when I try to hide it from

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Below the shivering waves,I bob between conscious and unconsciousnessThe world between wake and sleepImages of the world outside my mindSlip past meGhosts of a past life.Floating into the surreal wherePeople walk on ceilingsWith skin as green as grass.Swimming away from the reality I once knewYet, was that real either.People who talk out two sides of the mouthsWith skin stretched between their

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My heart shakes violently in its cagewith great anticipation for my lovefor his kiss, sweet and tender,like a promise,not to be broken,for his arms, an embrace tolast until the birds no longer singhis eyes, with a gaze so smotheringI can not stop shakingfor that moment ,that glorious momentwhen we are oneThe world melting awayto just one hart beatingfaster and faster for the both of usIts drum

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She drives by moonlight,away from her lover’s armsinto the cool of the night.She leaves the warmth of his smile,the radiance of his glare,Their hands dancing to the secret rhythms of their hearts.She escapes into the dark,where the only heat is from bright white street lightsBut she is still there,looking in the glow of a love that is like no other.One that eats away at her sleep with a

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I live on your letters,Taking in every wordas a last meal,ingesting every syllable,a delectable morsel,to be savored for the rest of my lifecrunching down every sentenceand let it inside of metil it becomes a part of me.6/29/1999

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She’s in her father’s armsPeering out at the worldWith large blue eyes.They are sitting at the tableAcross from me, eating away.She wants to go for a walkAnd visit every one around.She speaks out on what she doesn’t like and giggle when she does.Her eyes look out in restlessness.TiredThey sayDaddy, I need a napShe manipulated the tableTo free her from her daddy’s arms.However, she is not

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I want to drive with the top downBut the top is no longer thereI want to run home to the people that I loveBut it vanished into air.as Pixie Dust falls to my feetas Pixie Dust falls to my feetI stand here in the cold ‘cause I got no car to take me homeI stand here in the cold ‘cause I got no homeTrapped in the lies you told meAbout how everything’s alrightas Pixie Dust falls to my feetas Pixie

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May all your yearsBe like this picture,A couple laughing, smilingEnjoying each other.7/19/1996

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Someday the rain’ll comeand wash away our sinsSomeday the rain’ll come and cleanse our souls.We’ll forget the deedsWe’ll forget the darkAnd become human again.6/30/1996

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You watch her sleep,Relaxed from all that reading.She’s a little girlheld close to your soulYou want to pick herUpUpUp in your arms,Hesitating to watchthe porcelain chip noseWriggle as she dreams.6/26/1996

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For all your motherly knowledge,wisdom and care,I wish you a happy birthday,You are rare.6/20/1996

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You sit thereand clean your clubsWith care,You rub and rub,Talking about hockeyAnd basketballWith meAnd sharing allof a distant memory.6/16/1996

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I sit hereAloneWaiting for you to callTo hear you speak,Your voiceIt gets me through the night.I wait to see you nextSomewhat impatientlyTo look into those robin egg eyesAnd say the words I’ve waited to say in person I love you I miss youI wonder sometimesIf I fallen for youInto the deep pit known as loveA resounding

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20 moreafter four.6/5/1996

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I never spoke to GodNor visited in HeavenYet, certain Am I of the spotFriendships like oursMake life worth living.6/3/1996

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Shopping at the marketPlanting the blue orchidsNibbling on a midnight snackMassaging the other’s backSeeing you in the morning’s lightMaking sure you have a good nightTaking walksMaking talkWiping away your tearsGiving you some cheerHappy to see youSad missing you.5/24/1996

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As you sit in your long fluid gown,The life you’ve led is almost down.In your ridiculous cap,The future lay in your lap.Through the rain and the sun,You wait patiently to be done.In the soggy shoes planted in the grass,You sit in the large massAnd whittle the day awayThis beautiful May.You have the gold ring in your handTake it and run across the land.5/24/1996

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I am watching the T.V.,But it’s almost like I am there,The marvel of television.Has it really been a year?The rumble of cement and wires is gone.No more trampled toysOr victimsTo dig out.Now an empty shell of a basementAnd a tree remains.The grass is green whereThe mighty buildingToppled,But not in the minds and souls still locked hereThe world is with thoseHere.It has been so long,Yet I can hear

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I watch the sunset fall upon the watersAs the brightness dims at the end of day.The twinkle of the mighty sky canopies asSweet and still the lake doth lay.4/16/1996

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Yesterday was sunny,I know yesterday was sunny.I had the top down andIt was sunny.The flowers were sprouting andIt was sunny.Where is the snow coming from?Wasn’t Easter only last week?Yesterday was sunny,I know yesterday was sunny.Wild flowers dotted the land andIt was sunny.Now green is a fleeting dream andIt was sunny.Why is it cold out there?Wasn’t spring break only last week?Yesterday was

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No moreWill you tie my shoes orLinger in theLiving room chair. ADecade has past since I saw you and still IWait for you toNet me a fish orMake that doll house you promised.No moreDo I feel the pain of the pastSad, I amNo more.4/12/1996

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Undone is theNovelty of thisCommunity.Gone, I am aRefugee of theExtremelyExtorted place.Living theElite life nowYou are all gone.4/11/1996

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Reformation in selfChrist in lifeIn God’s NameAll saved.4/11/1996

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Go awayCome hereDon’t touch meHold me with all your mightI hate youI love you too muchI don’t want to talkI’m scared to get hurtStay away from meI’m scared to hurt youIt’s all your faultIt’s all my faultIt’s all my faultI’m feeling lowI’ll change everything for youI’ll do anything to keep youChange everything for meI want controlI hit you because you deserve itI can’t deal with my problemsI get

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Oh, to have Van Gogh’s earSo that I may not hearThe problems of the common manOr try to learn or understand.Oh, to have the tine man’s heartSo that I will be able to partFrom the things I hold most dearOr ever have to shed a tear.Oh, to have a dull man’s mindSo that I can be a bland kind,A person who does not leave the flockOr give a reason to be mocked.Oh, to have a idiot’s brainSo I do not have

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Cold water rushes over my head I am cleanRub my head in oil I am committedBland and Sweet You are a part of meTake my hand I am a part of you.4/10/1996

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A pink girl crying under the shadow of thousands of enormous shipsin an ugly woman’s arms.She screams for her mother’s smooth breast.Yet, she will never be drunk with her milk again.She is going across the blue sea.1/1/1996

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Midgets and Nosegaysare little round bunchesof color.12/29/1995

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Fa is a prefix of So.12/29/1995

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Nitric Oxide and spermCan alter the shape of a woman.12/29/1995

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Kabuki is like a press agent,Both use a lot of posturingTo get their point across.12/29/1995

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A cantaloupe is like an insect,They are both hard-shelled and moist inside.12/29/1995

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Lumbargo is like a soliloquy.They are experienced by one person alone.12/29/1995

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The killer ducksSleep by dayWhile militant geeseMarch around where they lay.Under a pine tree,They hide from the sun,All day long,Waiting for their nightly fun.As the moon rises,Over the dark sky,They stalk their victims,By and By.They go to young couples,Sitting by the lakeAnd watch themAs they quake.12/19/1995

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There is a certainty,That every restaurant is busyAbout lunch time,Earning much more than a dime.The servers with their “thank you” and “please,”Working like drone bees,Going fro and to,Their pattern askew.The clock strikes one,The lunch hour’s done.The dining room bare,Clean up is in the air.12/7/1995

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In my bed,I lay awakeI am gi-gan-tic.I am hugeI am a god.Standing in front of you,I fall deadI am insignificantI am smallI am a speck.10/24/1995

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It’s no longer a rite,Pure virginal whiteTurned a blood fucking red.Baby, Innocence is dead.Little girls, age six,Now turning tricks,Let’s go to bed.Baby, Innocence is dead.Kids bouncing off walls,Too hyped for the halls,Fast food fed.Baby, Innocence is dead.Husbands beat,Out of conceit,Off with her head.Baby, Innocence is dead.The world’s in sin,Satan’s win,Demons have led.Baby, Innocence is

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A faint whisperA cool shoulderA memory of passionate lovers that once wereIs all that warms this bedBecause of one broken vow.2/23/1995

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Madness stands before me like an infuriated dragon, Breathing down my neck in heaving flames, Circling me until I choke. Death stands at one door, Voices at another And sadness at still another My pasts haunt my daydreams. My reality is twisted and perverse. I scream, yet I know no one will here For those screams are all in my mind. Pain engulfs me like the oceans Drowning my head

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People passing left, People passing right, People of all sizes and colors Pass under this light. Short ones, Tall ones, Thin ones, Fat ones, White ones, Black ones, Maroon ones, Purple ones, Fast ones, Slow ones, Silent ones, Talkative ones, Young ones, Middle aged ones, Old ones, In between ones, Some are dressed up to the minute, Some are a little behind, Some are in groups,

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Fire, come walk with me, Come sit by me and dine. I invite you only because You are the Devil and I am willing to risk my soul. But, are you the Devil or only an advocate? Or are you nothing? Is he nothing? Fire, come walk with me, Come sit but me and dine.3/15/1994

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The long – dead battle, Is still being fought. Life’s greatest challenge, Is still being sought. The world still goes around. Nothing goes upside down. I am getting tired, But still fighting. Lost in looking for, But, still lighting. The world still goes around. Some things go upside down. From the Razor’s Edge, I do now stand. Holding on ‘til then, I do now land. The world

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I did not mean to hurt him, He just got in the way. I did what I needed to, He just got in the way. I pulled my miniature cannon out of my coat, He just got in the way. I pulled the trigger, He just got in the way I heard the sonic boom, He just got in the way. I stood in pools of wet fire, He just got in the way. It was not my fault. It was not my fault… I did not mean to

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On the green hills, We lay together, Arm in arm, Hand in hand. We rest Before this long journey. For once, Though, I feel safe You hold me tighter, As if I will slip away Into the fathoms of your mind. I promise you I won’t. I promise you I won’t. Don’t leave me Like the wind, Promise me you won’t leave, Promise me you won’t leave. With every step on this journey, the

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I’m in the belly of a whale. Sloshing on a sea of sound. Alone in the dark, I try to find a way out… 2/22/1994

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The movie projector, Clicks away in my head, Playing yet again, another section Of that old familiar movie. Yet, this is a new scene, Or is it? Hold On. Wait A Minute. I’ve seen this before. I’ve been here before. I’m here again. What? I’m here again!!

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The bright glow from the window pane Illuminates the room With a pure white light. Outside, Beautiful Dancers Fall to their death, Adorning Every Branch. The serenity of the ground Seems untouched By the chaos up above. Gracefully, The sky drops to meets its sister And calm rules the earth once more.1/26/1994

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You see it, that Beckoning, that Sparkle that leaves me Unrestrained. Happily Ever After. Even in your arms, Laughter comes without resistance. Now I’m happy and free. Time to Shave this Ice princess out of my Rigid lifestyle and Keeps myself in your arms. 12/22/1993

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Keep it to yourself, Right up there In your mind. See That you don’t let anyone Into your soul. Never ever Let them in. East of that Eden we all desire is where I am. Haven’t found that trait so Undesirable. Sought and fought to Become the person You wanted me to be.12/21/1993

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The walls are closing in, Blackness, Darkness The water above are night. A small untouchable beam of light Shine through the emptiness. A fan murmurs in the background And the decadent siren of Engine Number 2 Flies by. Falling… Falling… Falling… Panic sets in Blackness, Darkness The world above is night, A doorway of light Closes before me. The haze ridden moon illuminates

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We all fear something. We all feel something. We all have found something, Loved something, and Lost something. We all need something and We all want something. When we understand that, We will all be One. 7/22/1993

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One night , I was looking up at the sky When a falling star came down and Kissed my soul. It then buried itself in my heart. I will never be released from it Until Someone, Someone very special Digs into my heart And hangs that star On a chain of gold Around my neck And Kisses my soul. 7/21/1993

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A candle flickers in the darkness. A small light saying a single word, But no one can hear it For it is said so soft, Like an ancient ritual chant. Sometimes, When I look into the yellow of the flame, An image of you appears, Moving and drifting, Dancing to an independent beat. I wonder where you are, And I think of those days When summer seemed forever And the night never ended.

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I see an ocean A sea of red and white. I hear it beckoning me To join it, To sail it, I listen and Do what it asks. I build a ship, Eighteen feet long, Out of pupayan leaves and We set off to sea. These waters can be calm Or treacherous. But I know, If the ship shall sink, I’ll be strong enough to swim ashore. If the sea shall ripple I’ll be strong enough to stay aboard. If I

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The rain pitter patters on my head Like a primitive drum Calling me home. Home to the world I once knew, Home to finish what I need to do, Home Sweet Home. But, you can’t go back To the way things were, Home is a memory, Distant and far. No longer can I go back To the safe world. Where things were easier And play was pure. What happened to that place, That place I once Called home

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Down the garden path, I’ll be waiting, Waiting for you. You know where, On the pillar bench Near the ivy league. I’ll be wearing That green dress you loved so much And my violet eyes. I’ll be lusher Than I was Last time you saw me, And no longer will marble or ground separate us. And we will walk underneath The crabapple trees That bloom forever. And through the long, Green

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Goodbye to all, My misery has ended. The yearning is gone. I can rest. Finally, I can rest. No more will I be happy. No more will I be sad. Only a faint memory, In a false mind. Sleep, Sleep I will, For eternity. It’s gone. My soul. The hole no longer needs to be filled. Peace, Peace At Last. No more hope left. Nothing left her. I’m free. 5/1/1993

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Eyes , Burning an etched impression in my mind, Defrosting a heart the color of the ocean, Letting my soul free To roam and explore. Eyes, Finding someone I have never known, Someone lost long ago, Letting my soul free To love. Eyes Twinkling pools of knowledge, Pouring out words of wisdom, Letting my soul free To learn. Eyes, Uncaging the monster Hidden long ago, Letting my

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One night, I guess I was thinking of you, for, I had a dream that we were at a Catholic churchyard I have been to. We walked through the playground toward a fence Hand in hand as we go past the slide. My brother is on the far side of this fence with a football in his hand. He throws it and you catch it in your Other hand because you don’t want to Let go

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I have a recurring dream, Where I am playing with a symphony, A famous symphony, And I have an instrument That I have never played before. the symphony is sitting on a wooden stage draped with red curtains along the proscenium. A crowd appears in the seats of the dark auditorium. They begin to clap and cheer I begin to look at my piece, trying to find Where we are to play I look at

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Three Little Words That’s all I ask Three Little Words That’s all I want Not hugs Or kisses Or flowers Once I’d like to hear Those Three Little Words.11/21/1992

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