Archive for May 6, 2007
{ 6 May, 2007: Sunday @ 2:10 pm }
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Why
My soul aches
My heart cries
My body Aches
And I want to close my eyes
Close my eyes
To shut it out
But I can’t… because it’s all too real
And so hard to talk about
You have a soul
That’s black and blue
From what that PERSON
did to you
I understand your feelings
And can see into your heart
Your soul is knotted up
And your mind is torn apart
Why do bad things happen
To people of pure heart?
For they are Gods children,
And have been from the start.
Let me be your helper
Let me be your friend
For I can help you thru this
And I’ll be there till the end
©2002
{ 6 May, 2007: Sunday @ 2:08 pm }
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When Angels Cry
When Angels cry,
Someone falls in love,
A child is born,
A friendship dies.
When Angels cry,
A child flies,
A heart is broken,
A lover dies.
When Angels cry,
A heart is mended,
A child laughs,
My soul flies.
When Angels cry,
A world is born,
A thought is found,
A friend is bound.
© 15 June 2002
{ 6 May, 2007: Sunday @ 2:02 pm }
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What I Have
What I have is given freely
To the one I love
And all that I can give you
Came to me from above
Two hands to hold you
When you’ve lost your sight
Two eyes to watch you
While I hold you tight
Two ears to hear you
Talking with me
One heart to love you
That will never be set free
One mouth to kiss you
And know that you are mine
One life to spend with you
And all will be just fine.
© August 11, 2002
{ 6 May, 2007: Sunday @ 2:01 pm }
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What a Jerk
I seem to always
Say something wrong
And when I do
I hurt someone
I need to think
Before I speak
Because when I don’t
I end up feeling
Like a Jerk.
I’m sorry for my stupid ways.
©2002
{ 6 May, 2007: Sunday @ 1:59 pm }
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Untitled Poem
I sit here in a daze
How can life be such a maze
I thought he loved me, I was sure
And then he used me, and I was pure
I feel so dirty now
Someone tell me how
How any man can think its fine
To take a girl, “Because your mine.”
Now I feel like a whore
Because I walked thru your door
How could you do this to me
I can not see
I’m crying in the shower now
I know that I can get clean, but how??
I didn’t ask you to take me this way
I didn’t want to have sex today
But still you forced yourself on me
How cruel can you be?
You took from me more than my virginity
You took my innocence and serenity
I’m ashamed of who you made me
Because I knew what I wanted to be
What made you think that you could take
From me a decision I wouldn’t make
You’ve taken something very dear
And someday I will make you hear
The screams that I suppressed while you took from me
What I wouldn’t give to you.
© September 1998
It was written because it happened to me.
{ 6 May, 2007: Sunday @ 1:57 pm }
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To Court Death
To court with death
To live my life.
What do I want to do?
Eternal sleep or wake again?
What a cruddy choice.
I want to die and want to cry
I want to get away
To flirt with death, and know his kiss
and feel his embrace again.
To live a lie and walk away
Free in Death’s embrace
To feel his warmth and know his soul
or leave him in my past
To walk the path or cross the line
of all the things to choose
To live my life or flirt with Death….
to prolong my date or bring it close
a choice that once is made
can alter many things
that in my life I’ve made.
Oh what a choice oh why must I
tempt my fates again.
To life with life or flirt with Death
to bring his comfort near or leave it in my past.
© 2003
{ 6 May, 2007: Sunday @ 1:54 pm }
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The Man I Love
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In the darkness of the night
I sit and read by candle light
I read a story of a love
Sent to people from above
And I wish with all my heart
That I’ll find one with whom I’ll never part
So many men, so few with brains
Why should I bother with the pains?
I’ll keep on searching for the one
And one day bear him a son..
For the man I choose to love
Will be sent to me from Heaven above.
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©2002
{ 6 May, 2007: Sunday @ 1:51 pm }
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The Death of an Unborn Child
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I never saw the golden sun
Never enjoyed a child’s fun
Other children never met
Christmas presents I’ll never get
Once the love of my mother’s life
Now my mother’s only strife
Pressure given, Hearts broken, love died
While my mother softly cried
Pulled for a place secure was I
Never saw my father’s eye
Missed out smelling foods to eat
And playing with my tiny feet
Aborted from my mothers womb
Buried in a tiny room
I follow her from day to day
Wishing I could go away
Angel torture in her mind
A knowledge that is so unkind
Decision that she can’t undo
She said “My world I bid adieu”
Her body now lies next to mine
Her spirit left to pay the fine
Abortions victims leave a price
and those who cater “IT ISN’T NICE”
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©March 5, 1997
{ 6 May, 2007: Sunday @ 1:49 pm }
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The Calling
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Warm in the embrace of the lady am I
I soar in her glory and on her wings fly
She’s given to me all things that I need
And supplied me with people my knowledge to feed
She’s given me wings to fly thru the dreams
To cheer or to guard is for me to deem
I am a fairy or a fae as they say
I into your realm come to brighten the day
Also a guardian a dragon am I
With your call for assistance I can not shy
I’m sworn to serve the Lady & Lord
And harm none with my flaming sword
I stand as your guard, and heal your wounds
for both Fae and Dragon has come my call
To lighten, to guard to heal is my path
and to wander the dreams and listen for all
A fae , a dragon, a human, a tool
I do not wish to be a fool.
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For Mysti my friend
{ 6 May, 2007: Sunday @ 1:47 pm }
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Snow’s Story
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Here in darkness
Here in light
There in kindness
There in fright
He has knowledge
He has power
She is lowly
She will cower
This the snow told
What will our future hold?
Love
Hate
Power
Glory
The snow recited this story
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© 28 November 1996
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