| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/25/2006 5:56:45 PM | Well scatterbrained I don't know about anybody else, but I don't quite get the same effect from those pop ups that I get from alcohol. I would be in serious trouble if I did LOL.
This seemed like a good place for these dream lyrics by Evanescence. They seem to write just for me I swear. If I could put the music here I would.....This group is sheer poetry in every single thing they do........
Some nights I feel exactly this way.....maybe we will be lost before the dawn.............
EVANESCENCE LYRICS
"Lost Before The Dawn"
Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you
I am nothing more than to see you there
And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn
If only night can hold you where i can see you, my love
Then let me never ever wake again
And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn
[Chorus]
somehow i know that we cant wake again from this dream
it's not real, but it's ours
Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn
Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn
[Chanting]
[Music Fades Out] | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/27/2006 7:20:24 AM | drea, you have a way of digging up some buried memories.....
I was once lost...
Before dawn
the only time i believed my destiny
we both knew it was right
forsaken by everyone
Our souls flew in the night
how i longed for the day light to come to an end
knocking on the door of eternity
you took the breathe out of me
You were my soul, my destiny, my love
Only the nightfall could bring this
your were my coven i was yours
Prowling the earth mapping our bodies before dawn
We built this mystery, dark was our playground
Please don't
don't say until the next.....nightfall | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/27/2006 11:51:06 AM | Italian-ice I read this first just as I woke up and it inspired me to capture another dream.. Posted it on your thread.
It touched me,
creating those
tiny quick intakes of breath
that beauty always
stirs inside me
....as I wait for the daylight to end | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/27/2006 10:49:25 PM | Dark was our playground
it was our place to try it out
let it be
take the time to see
you and me
that playground is so far away now
it is lost in the misty track of time
time
that takes us and makes
everyone a fool
Oh how it rules
us
how it takes those lost and full
moments
intricate in what we learned
soulless in what we lost
dark was our playground
our playground
now
is
stardust
scattered
drifting
hoping | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/28/2006 9:25:06 AM | Italian-HEAT, not ice and lyricmuse you are so awesome!!!!!!!! How much can one take of this breathlessness your poems stir I wonder! Soul-wrenching comes to mind *smile.
to steal lyricmuses' phrase, here is an early morning riff
Night's Playground
consumed by you
burning
oh beautiful pain
never release me
i am bleeding
dying
i felt your lips
this morning
but like a greedy
vampire
I want your warm blood
i will be waiting for you
in the night
again
release your soul
come to me
throw away the chains
that lock your soul away
keeping you invisible from others
you aren't hidden from me
you have melded deep inside me
a brilliant crow
once told me it
was wrong to use
the word soul in a poem
so often
but it is my SOUL screaming
touch me tonight my sweet
I am waiting..
waiting...
to feel all of you
inside me
the fire is consuming me
tomorrow can not be for us
but tonight can become our eternity
the touch of my own fingers
does not take away the
fire inside
nor does his hands
only your gentle touch
can save me now.
waiting
for night
to become lost with you in dreams playground
since this is a continuing theme from my post on Italian-ice's woke up with you on my mind thread, I am posting the same post here..
when i woke up...
when I woke up
I could feel
you touching me
.........daily your essence grows
stronger
burning beside me
yesterday your scent
consumed me
today I felt
your cold breath
on my neck
each night
I take sips from the
chalice of your soul
each dawning
I breathe out
a fragment of
you
......your presence
grows stronger
before the dew has
dried tomorrow my love, my life
will I finally see your face
again
or will I become greedy in the dark
taking too much
until we no longer recognize
each other among the
scattered stars
but, today before
the sun faded YOU
I saw into your
eternal eyes again
and tonight I will risk it all
just to feel the warmth of your lips
just once more
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/28/2006 10:54:30 PM | I left a note that a thief would steal the parchment off a penguins thread.
These looked alone and forgotten so I am giving them a home here now.
She Knows The Dragon, She Dreams The Sparrow
(For Theresa-1999)
I know how
In the canyonlands
You wept with the dead
Wept right along with them
Like a Magdalene for Jesus
Each tear a Galilee
Of understanding
And I have seen how the Blues
Affect you
How each note
Drives into you
Each note...The Story Of Man...
Finding its home
In the intrinsic rhythm
Of your heart
O my sweet friend
So often you have stood with me
Barefoot on plains
Where love is mostly glass
When I have come back
With featherdust of wounded birds
On my hands
Those are the times
When upon my beaten brow
You laid your Cherokee hands
You kissed my scars
And stood me up like a man
For you
I will never have enough poems
For you
My heart is my only poem
or Theresa On Sunday With Tiger Wing Dreams
Posted: 2/28/2006 2 56 PM
For Theresa On Sunday With Tiger Wing Dreams
((c) Black Mary Poems)
We speak silently through the ether
A substance claimed not to exist
Yet something exists, this we both know
Always remember
You are the one from the lighthouse
The one in the river's dreams
Who soothed the sparrow's torn heart
Who gathered the shells
From the shores of seas
That others could not find
Postcard To Tallahassee
((c) Black Mary poems)
My heart awakens subversive
late in the afternoon in the city
growing shadows I press
to my forehead the words:
Tiger wing and monarch
To remember you on
that oyster road to
the lighthouse of butterflies
at St. Mark’s
You see…
An exterior gentleness
is something I’d like to
cultivate
Perhaps like Stendhal
tracing the initials of
his women in the sands
along the Seine
I can see the irony
in what you once tried to reveal
but you had me confused with
a future form of myself…
…slow elliptical wind
spiraling like winter leaves | |
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| Reality Sux Blues-Drowning on Dry Land
Posted: 5/29/2006 12:36:08 PM | Lento Poetry, Part I
(lento has the first word rhyme on each line)
I GOT THE REALITY SUX BLUES
Drowning on Dry Land
sky....darkened when he said he loved me today
cry.....tender tears... I didn't want to hurt him
My ....sad heart burns for only You
sigh.. I remember You only dream of her
die.... bitter, black reality that steals our happiness
fly..... my lost crow,you stopped loving even yourself
why... is fate so out of synch none of us will win
....fades to a Roy Buchanan drowning on dry land guitar riff..
drea got the blues today *smile
but the body gets the message
and the soul just gotta move......Roy Buchanan | |
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| Reality Sux Blues-Drowning on Dry Land
Posted: 5/29/2006 5:21:06 PM | Like your Lento Drea!
giving it a shot...
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Flung out dares may fly true
Hung in air may dry the blue
Sung with care and cry to sooth
Young heart shares their try for new
Lungs will flare when sighs removed
Tongue'em there tis why we do
Rung out wears to guy's got grove
Come you scare crow, sky's in you!
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Not sure what the complete rules are for Lento?
Just a mixed take on it, I suppose... | |
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| Can't Scream it all Away
Posted: 5/30/2006 8:54:41 PM | That was perfect OM, tho I am no expert on Lento LOL....
I liked this line a lot *smile.
"come you scare crow, sky's in you"
I might add the WHOLE UNIVERSE is inside not just the sky *smile. Are you listening?
I have nothing...dry inside at the moment... so here is something from Evanescence that echoes over and over in my being now. Brings out the Queen of Repeat *smile.
Understanding(original version)
"You hold the answers deep within your own mind.
Consciously, you've forgotten it.
That's the way the human mind works.
Whenever something is too unpleasant, to shameful for us
to entertain, we reject it.
We erase it from our memories.
But the imprint is always there."
(Can't wash it all away)
(Can't Wish it all away)
(Can't hope it all away)
(Can't cry it all away)
The pain that grips you
The fear that binds you
Releases life in me
In our mutual
Shame we idolize
To blind them from the truth
That finds a way from who we are
Please don't be afraid
When the darkness fades away
The dawn will break the silence
Screaming in our hearts
My love for you still grows
This I do for you
Before I try to fight the truth........... my final time
"We're supposed to try and be real.
And I feel alone, and we're not together. And that is real."
Can't wash it all away
Can't wish it all away
Can't cry it all away
Can't scratch it all away
Lying beside you
Listening to you breathe
The life that flows inside of you
Burns inside of me
Hold and speak to me
Of love without a sound
Tell me you will live through this
And I will die for you
Cast me not away
Say you'll be with me
For I know I cannot
Bear it all alone
"You're not alone, honey."
"Never... Never."
Can't fight it all away
Can't hope it all away
Can't scream it all away
It just won't fade away, No,no, no ,no.
Can't wash it all away
Can't wish it all away
Can't cry it all away
Can't scratch it all away
(Can't fight it all away)
(Can't hope it all away)
Can't scream it all away
Ooh, it all away
Ooh, it all away
(It all away)
"But the imprint is always there. Nothing is ever really forgotten."
"Because I'm dying too."
"Because I'm dying too."
"Because I'm dying too."
"Because I'm dying too."
"Because I'm dying too." | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/30/2006 10:38:08 PM | | Other peoples impressions of whether or not we`re acceptable or pleasing in their eyes. I've got my good days and I have my bad days...don`t we all?...Women have always tried to either flee from the looking glass or to fool it...if our bodies rebel and act merciless and unyielding as age begins to shut us down and beauty fades, who abandoned who?...Weren`t the battle lines drawn years before, when we first began to echo the opinions others had formed of us?...Our body is our soul and the eyes are but a mirror into our souls. Its only natural that we change, lord knows I change from month to month year to year sometime the change is good sometime its not so good. Our fight for equality as women is about having the right to saying a sexual yes as well as a sexual no. I am really growing weary of men with their own agendas in trying to make me choose between being sexual and being serious. We as women should never submit our bodies to meaningless and pressured physical sexual encounters, your body is your temple so always demand respect regardless You can look at the outside of someone all you want. Truth is until you see them for for who they are on the inside well, you just don`t really know them | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/31/2006 8:56:03 AM | Raylene wrote
to meaningless and pressured physical sexual encounters, your body is your temple so always demand respect regardless You can look at the outside of someone all you want. Truth is until you see them for for who they are on the inside well, you just don`t really know them
Well said Raylene!
My wish if only granted one
would be all suddenly
transformed to pure energy
so all left to find each other
is the light of our souls
not confused by color, race, age, body size
and all the other superficial shallow garbage
this plane heaps on top of the veil to hide
what is inside us all really...
we are all connected, joined in this plane
what those do who are nearest to me in my circle of clouds
effects me and all the others in my circle
I have been so blessed at finding
a very few who connect with me at the
very heart of God and it is like we have
been together since time began.
I have no real understanding of those
who would pressure for momentary physical thrill
without the soul connection
the body has no rhythm
it simply becomes a mechanical pumping machine
when the heart is walled away
Don't they know we can buy those these days LOL LOL LOL..
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hell I just had to say it *smile
Great thoughts Raylene, keep them coming!!! | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/31/2006 10:01:18 AM | I found this again on another thread I posted on, a part of a longer poem I wrote. I wanted it here now.
Val if you are reading this week I am still find those pennies at exactly the right second.
Fate Loves Some Well
The Vietnam war took his mind for awhile
Sinatra's crooning became Beatle swooning
Love and Innocence became but thoughts of the distant wile
Years later they again chanced to meet
Love and promises renewed in his intact sweetness
days seven times seven and fate's grim scythe came to greet
Fate loved us long and well
I thought I would add this here too, left originally on a penguins thread.
Legend of Sucram, The Burning Crow( Continued)
Didn't you hear me screaming?
I hit a note that changed time
the visions you have created
are the past, not your future
throw away your shroud
that hides YOU from you
you are not bound with the stench of death
you are wrapped in inula scented love
a waiting circle of ancient, pink clouds
need you to complete the circuit
Quick! Before the Magnetic Poles Shift
A butterfly weary from despair calls out
to the burning crow confused by time
Don't you hear her screaming?
She changed time
it is your present
and you are in a field of rainbows
discard your shroud
it was your past,
not your future
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/31/2006 11:53:53 AM | Your spirit touches spirits here
At least those willingly
Kind your gestures lift our hearts
Important to what's thee
Important
And it's free
bless you drea..:) | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/31/2006 12:21:39 PM | I feel completely blessed this week!!! Thanks guys!!
amen amen brother
shouted the little child
it's free it's free
that chalice of love filled to infinity
you just gotta give it all away
and like a boomerang it returns
wrapped in rainbows and chocolate kisses
(chocolate kisses for our beautiful ladypagey *smile) | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 5/31/2006 12:33:26 PM | Oh I gotta do this...you should hear my bird right now..I am cracking up!!!
Angus is my African Grey and I just put on some Koko Taylor and I fell in the floor laughing at him!!
Crow*, Crow, Crow he repeats his mantra
That bird loves that burning crow
more than he ever loved his mommy *smile
*crow he uses the crow's human name
Koko sings the blues
Angus is rocking me out of my shoes
WHOO WHOO WHOO Yeah he shouts
smack smack give me a kiss he spouts
Man That Bird LOVES the blues
But he sure hates Opera ..
when I start that he says
"ready to go to bed" stop it! stop it!
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| Why Didn't You Wait for Me?
Posted: 5/31/2006 10:17:59 PM | Something I read on a thread early this morning triggered a flood of memories. Someone alluded to the Vietnam war and the toll it took on so many minds. Drugs flowed freely in Vietnam and many came home in serious trouble combined with PTSD. Lives were totally ruined. I can speak to that from personal and painful experience. This covers many years of twisted fate that is simply so unbelievable it has molded my thinking and beliefs in some power greater than anything we can begin to understand. I have found truths along my path that are part of me now. I still seek answers to the mysteries of this life tho.
These memories and others are what prompted my earlier Poem about Heracles poets. Maybe I am still just not brave enough yet to write about all this. I realized today I still have much to learn about myself and these strange events in my life. Writing really is therapy *smile.
For you my precious one
died brain aneurysm,
followed by his wife 3 days later lung cancer
she was his wife because of strange twists of faith
and maybe my own selfish inability to love purely enough
which is one of the things I have learned from this and
I am learning from these events still and writing about them teaches me...
These events actually span a period of 30 years, so many twists
of fate.
Why didn't you Wait?
I lay beside you,
My tears soaking
the mound of dirt
Where you lay
I buried my hands in
That soft dirt
Wanting to dig you up
In my rage
God how I raged inside
For so long
I vowed I would never
Leave your side again
As I lay there wishing
Only to crawl in your
coffin with you and
cover us back up together
forever
The guilt consumed me
Guilt because I
didn’t wait for you those many
years before
Didn’t wait
When the Vietnam
War took your
Mind for awhile
And they said you
Didn’t know me
But you later
Told me you had known me that day
But it was too late
Again Fate had played
A cruel trick on us
or
was it my own lack of trust
in what I knew in my heart
So many tricks it seemed
Fate played on us from
The very beginning
When we first found
each other
I was only 15
when you first took away
my aloneness forever,
from that first
moment our eyes met I knew
I would never be alone again
and I am not
still
I lay there beside you
promising you
I would never leave
You again
the moon light began to shine
On that mound of dirt
they had covered you with
when I suddenly felt you
Inside me,
Like a warm cloud
Enveloping me,
Consoling me,
Loving me,
Trying to heal me,
And
Giving me the strength
to finally leave that
place where I knew
you no longer existed
because you were
beside me now
You must have known then
that she would join
you in 3 days
But you did
Not leave me still
Until 2 years later
In the Canyonlands
Where I finally found the strength
To let you go ..
I feel you right now my love
Sitting beside me as I write this
I know you are loving me still
We never needed words to communicate
And I should have listened to YOU
Silently screaming to me that day
But, I allowed my head to believe THEM
I told myself for years I didn’t
deserve you anyway after that
I should have listened to you
silently screaming out to me
I should have waited for you
but I didn't.
I married Him
knowing it was you that shared my soul
I try to be happy she is
With you there loving you
but some days I confess jealousy
I am so sorry
It makes me feel so unworthy
that my love can not be
as unselfish as hers always was
I was always
humbled and
Grateful for
Her perfect
Love of you
It consoled me all those
years we were not together
that she adored you
And she knew you loved me still
I knew when I got the
message from you just 3 months
earlier that the 2 of you had
talked and I knew we had
her blessings. She had been
given 3 months to live.
I cried realizing the strength
of her love again for you
and felt that gratitude towards her
I had felt all those years
because she gave you the love you deserved
She didn't abandon you like I did
Oh but I could not stop myself
from dreaming of that day
when we would finally be together again
I am so ashamed now
of my secret impatience to be with you then
She knew we had loved each other
long before you knew her
she knew our souls were one
and I do realize now she
knew because she was
part of US too
It was supposed to be OUR time
now..we had waited so long!
All those years earlier
when I saw you after my divorce
and you were married to Her then
I can still see the pain in your eyes
as we sat for hours together,
silently communicating with each
other as you shared your
music with me again, and
finally you looked at me
with all the pain and torment I
had felt inside all those years
and asked
WHY did you marry HIM?
WHY didn’t you wait for me!
And now I ask you
Why couldn't you wait for me!
And my answer seems to be..
I wanted it too much..
I loved you too selfishly..
I am unworthy because of my impatience...
and yet,
I feel you here beside me..
loving me still..despite my unworthiness..
Please tell her I'm sorry..I DO love her too!!
She gave to you everything I couldn't
all those many years..
Is there some other purpose for all this?
Is it because of him?
The one whose soul has touched me again?
the one I recognized just
as I did you all those many years
ago...
That ancient soul
Who opened me again
who reminds me of you
Is he from our energy?
Just as She was
Why does it seem just another one
of fates cruel tricks?
Have I not learned how to love well enough yet?
Please come to me tonight
in my dreams
whisper the reasons to me
tell me what I must learn
tell me why you didn't wait
I think I am strong enough now to hear it
because finding him
gives me strength again
Show me what it all means.....
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| Why Didn't You Wait for Me?
Posted: 5/31/2006 10:48:17 PM | weird I tried to edit some typos and tho it let me edit it did not update
so excuse the typos...I really can spell LOL. | |
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| Blessings and Prayers
Posted: 6/1/2006 6:00:34 AM | I wanted to place this here since it relates to the other 2 I posted. This was my first poem posted on plentyoffish after nudgings by a burning crow. Thanks Crow! Come back to us soon!
Farewell My Friend
As crystal clear as
ice dripping diamonds
on a faraway world
was the reality of his absence
Yet the pennies found at random
just as his name scorched my soul
or the songs long forgotten
that mysteriously began to play
oft I felt him smiling
close enough to touch
then on the crest of a red rock canyon
amidst the lone crow and milkweed
i felt the cold kiss of wind
and my shattered heart healed by peace
whispered to the stars
"farewell my gentle friend"
I also want to place this here. I am told one of POF's members lost a son in Iraq this week. I posted this on another thread.
No words of consolation
for a mother losing a son
will ever ease that pain
when only lifes memories remain
it simply breaks my heart
to see lives so torn apart
and don't forget the fathers
who some expect to stay strong
I saw it break my own
the day my brother died
Choku Rei
Blessings and Prayers for this Mother, wife and Family | |
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| Blessings and Prayers
Posted: 6/1/2006 5:44:42 PM | Just for You
you grow weary
the prize seems hazy now
the dreams incoherent
fading to a tired numbness
if I could command the wind
just for you
I would merge
my cloud of me with it
to seek her energy
and in a sweet breeze
bring her to you
swirling her beauty
around you
in the sunlight
until your energies
melded into
a nevermore
inseparable
white hotness
The whole world would
know when I found her
because they would
see a purple
lightning bolt
from a distant star
to my cloud
because
your energy
my sweet one
is truly a part
of me
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| Blessings and Prayers
Posted: 6/1/2006 6:37:32 PM | O.k. Crow I got 'postitis" lol
again Just for you my Sweet Muse
last part should have read
The whole world would
know when I found her
because they would
see a purple
lightning bolt
from a distant star
to my cloud
because
her energy is
a part of me
just as
your energy
my sweet one
is truly a part
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| You Humble Me
Posted: 6/1/2006 7:43:29 PM | Previously posted on Anything Goes..still needs work *smile.
Made some revisions...
You Humble Me Now
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you humble me now
you give a helping hand to everyone
you ask nothing in return
your tender heart melts me when I watch you yearn
all this time I thought we were just hanging out
I never noticed with your music you were trying to shout
"ooh baby I love you, what more can I say"
Now I ask myself if I have to make you go away
I don't want to hurt you
the thought paints me blue
I didn't think you really noticed all the
little pieces of 'me' all around & in between
the poetry I was reading on my computer screen
the distracting phone calls from my lost crow
when I would tell you it was time for you to go
the scattered books all around me
I thought it was all about just the music you see
I really thought you were blind to the real 'me' inside
but, now my eyes have adjusted and I have begun to see
you have been sitting here nightly absorbing & loving All of me
I sent out my energy, whispering what I need
and I began to wait with such a hopeless greed
suddenly I see what I asked for sits right here beside me
playing on the guitar Skynyrd's "I need you, don't you see"
How did I let all this happen?
For a year you have seen me at my worst
mornings you came to borrow tools
when I hadn't even combed my hair
too closed off inside anymore to really even care
a sink full of dirty dishes
never seemed to bother you
no fun doing it all alone you said too
you have seen how I try to isolate
you keep trying to change that fate
both of us too long alone
Yet, still I keep sending you home
I could say to you I disagree
with F. Scott Peck you see
the reverse of what he said I know is true
I could choose to fall in love with you
it is only loving my mind and heart can't control
the exact reverse of what Scott Peck told
But, with you I can't have those conversations
or talks of protons or memes
and you are simply ripping my caring heart at the seams
Maybe we should just xxxx
to disperse this energy
and suddenly I face insecurity
as the need grows stronger inside of me
I don't want to hurt you
and I wonder if it is really me
whose eyes can't shift the spectrum
to clearly see
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 6/2/2006 2:37:23 PM | To hell I just had to say it.....this is for you. I love your words and so true and thank you. Im hoping what we are saying is staying with women who are being pressured in making a decision as to where they can be sexual or serious. Wake up world because women can be both and at the same time. Many blessings to everyone with broken hearts. Here is one for thought and please men everywhere if your reading this. I am not bashing men, trust me I know there are many men out there with broken and misplaced hearts and I wish for everyone all the love and happiness your heart can hold.
This is a page I dedicate to a man I spent thirteen years with.
Sometime you love a man but, you just can`t live with him.
I hope you understand this.
Because lord help I know you never understood me.
For this I am eternally regretful.
Im sure I made life difficult at times
I can`t give solutions to all
of life`s problems,doubts,or fears.
but I can listen to you,
and together I will help you search for answers.
I can`t change your past
with all its heartache and pain,
or the future with its untold stories
But I can be there sometime
when you feel like falling
I can`t keep you from falling
I can only offer my hand
maybe a shoulder to lean on.
Your fortunes,your happiness are not mine
I will share in your times of happiness
and share all that I can.
I can`t keep your heart
from hurting or breaking
I will cry with you
I will help you restore the pieces
to mend your heart as best I can
I can`t tell you who you are
or where you need to be
I will be your friend.
Never give up on yourself or hope
~Raylene~ | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 6/3/2006 7:39:06 AM | drea, some thoughts this morning when i woke *smile
drea a spirit a blessing in deed
something we are all much in need
read her words drink them deep inside
they will release and OPEN your mind | |
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