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 Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 3:58 pm
can you see her
her eyes
her hair
can you feel her
her breath
whistler in the air
can you hear her
her singing in the wind
she is the wind
i am the wind
we are
not imagining things
do i look crazy to you
do we
does she
can you think of something
more to think
to speak
speak sweet angle of the night sing
release us from our
sour dispositions
free us
give us reign so we may
spread forgotten wings
so that
she we i
can
fly, fly, fly......
were it that butterflies could live forever
but no forever can
be disproved
prove to me us we
eternity
that can only be seen on tips of stars
forgotten
please dont forget me
please
we she i
plea
forgive us for our abnormalidy
but we she i
are not to be blamed
for the
mistakes of all humanity
and yet for world peace
you yank off my wings
butterfly wing
what a cost to pay
something so fragile to begin with
sacrificed for a turmoiled worlg
peace
what is world peace
if you have
to kill to achieve is
but we she i
have already flown away
to eternity
eternity
here is a poem by me what do ya think
its called forlorn freedoms smile
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:45 am
another one
lost
shes lost herself in dark green eyes
that stare back at her from her mirror
they ingulf her in their influence
they take her from all shes know
a land of dark nights
and bright days
but tears they come anyway
shes lost again inside a book the only path she ever took
shed ever take
keeps her from feeling the pain
but the tears still come
tears of deep dark red blood
shes lost herself in her religion
beliefs untold
beliefs unknown
but no one can save her from her position
her sullen disposition
her hunger
and fear
shes lost herself in cloudy nights
yet not a star in sight
shes alone
lost herself in the stuff
she writes
but she cant see the meaning
her being
shes losyt herself in butterflies
knows not the reason why she ries
shes lost herself within a mirror
a world she wished to know
where tears are made of the rarest stones
and happiness is more than a glimer
shes lost herself within a dream
her dream of how its going to be
facing herself toward eternity
shes lost herself inside a minute
and finally found her way home
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 9:08 am
i do not know
why morning bids sing
the clouds they fly
the stars unseen
and when the mountain
comes anew
sweet fog is melded with morning dew
it swirls
it grow
and disapates
but carries me to unknown gates
the wind she breaths
and i do too
we fly away to the creasant moon
i fear no evil
nor fear itself
no instead they fear for me
for i have seen
true love at work
and hate that goes just as deep
so lead me not
into the hole
for i will only fly out
black is not the color of my soul
but a soul i am not without
lead me not to summerland
i like better the fall
winter is a true cold hand
and spring is warming up
ive not seen the sunrise true
in many years
ive ever nown
come and sweep me off my feet
and carry me back to my home sweet home
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