Someone by the name of "Faith" - His/Her true identity is unknown to me - (holdtoyourdreams@hotmail.com) wrote to me today, October 4th, 1998 and I was so touched by her work, I couldn't help myself and had to immediately proceed with his/her request; this great addition to the "All for One & One for All" Page which he/she inspired :)

Here's to you, Faith and to all who have been inspired by George... All of you are encouraged to send your GM related poems... These will be posted here and you'll all have Faith to thank for this wonderful opportunity to see your work published.
Love to all
xo
Chantilly

To have your works published on this page, email these to me at; ct909@yahoo.com

Dear Tilly:

I have a favour to ask you, something I have wanted to do for a long time. But before let me explain why I am asking you.

My main passion and way to express my feelings is poetry -or at least that's what I try to do- but I have never published anything major. Now I have a will: to give a part of my life to the person that has inspired me so much; and a way: the section in your One For All website.

My point is, if you would take a little time to put up this:

Tonight
©1998 Faith

This night... tonight is like a song:
Spilling over, like my dreams;
Splitting open, along with my heart
As death covers it all with moonlight beams.

Last night... that night was like my song:
Unfair, unbreathing, lacking sense;
Not thinking of an offence
But dying buried under eternal earth.

Every night calls out this song:
Perhaps uneven; off-key; disrupting
Of all peace that rules so wrong
Over cities; their ancient dust still hurting.

As those nights agonise with our song:
Struggling to capture those words,
That slip away, fighting the swords
Which hurt them so bright.

And the nights are right, as every other song
-Including ours,
In the end-
Is eternally wrong.

A Promise
©1998 Faith

If I could write a song IŽd do it for you
But the grass wonŽt get any greener
And thereŽs more to it than this blue
For the sky, and something deeper
For the sea; a wave of lies so true...
So if I could write a song, IŽd do it for you.

If I could make a wish IŽd do it for you
But the sky is full of shooting stars
That donŽt get far, and there are starts
For all the losers, and poor choosers
Of this life; a tangle of lies so blue...
So if I could make a wish, IŽd do it for you.

If I could cry out for hope IŽd do it for you
But the sick donŽt come closer to life
And thereŽs nothing more than eyes
For the dying, and something weaker
For the missing; a mass of lies so cruel...
So if I could cry out for hope, IŽd do it for you.

If I could write a song IŽd do it for you
But this world wonŽt get any better,
So if I could make a wish, IŽd do it for you.
If I could cry out for hope IŽd do it for you
But thereŽs nothing to win, and nothing to lose...
So if I could heal this pain, believe me, IŽd do it for you.

-Just some pieces of my mind which try to explain your influence in me. Through your words I have learned to wait and love the things I do from the heart.

Dear George, so far the most important lesson life has given me, in all these years, is not to let your dreams pass you by. Don't let them out in the cold or leave them for later. "Hold fast to dreams", and live them out, up to the last moment. "Life is too short for it to be useless- so far we all have done well".

Thank you from the bottom of my heart: these words were written with my soul in the open, with my heart out and bare. Thank you for my dreams, for my strenght, for all the little things I would lack would you not be here. Thank you for the motivation, for the courage, for the eternal urge to fight back.

"No one can keep me from my destiny"-

- Faith

(Thanks so much)

What Can I Say?
©1998 Chantilly Michelle Maertens/Blue-Passed-Two Records Ltd

To you, with "the usual" :)
---> Incoming!! <---
LOL

Sat, 17 Oct 1998 09:12:26 PDT
"A Post for the Poetry Corner"

Inspiration is what seems to come easier; ideas and feelings flow through the mind and eyes see more than there is to see. But to capture those parts of imagination is the hardest part. And itŽs frustrating to accept that there are some you had to let go.

Here is something I wrote thinking about this: the feelings I could almost touch and hear, the weight inside my heart that wasnŽt lightened until I finished... Something I wanted to share with everybody in this Different Corner:

Mingling Earth and Water
©1998 Faith

Feels lonesome to be here
And watch them all go by:
Free and undisturbed; independent,
Oblivion a trade mark in their endless flight
Across the future.

Alone is not a word anymore;
It means a world of peace and tears
Nowhere else available:
It scalds your skin, burns your veins... itŽs just there.

It leaves you hanging on, wanting
More of that emotion.
Just to see; to be closer still
To what you canŽt see
And yet love so dearly.

As a simple prayer, an uttering of
Unresponding faith to a world of ashes
That holds me in:
I wish for the eternal release, to bear
The disappointment and failure

Of the endless dream that creeps
And pokes inside my head,
Turning my thoughts about
The water and waves across
The shore of things I said.

Walk about your life
And follow your shadow, but never
Retreat your steps:
Only once is enough:

Only once
The chance to live
Is granted.

Editor's note: The later poem, when I initially read it (and even now as I read it over again), sent a chill through my very bones as though... One soul recognized another here... As though... Just "WHO" are you anyway, "Faith"? One thing is for sure, whoever you are; You have struck a "universal chord" with me in this latest poem. I wish you love for many others in this world know your pain only too well. - Chantilly

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Big thanks to You, Chantilly, and to Everyone who may be reading. Perhaps one day youŽll all know how much this means to me.
With love and gratitude,
-Faith
"No one can keep me from my Destiny".-

Saturday, November 7th, 1998
TO ALL FELLOW GM FANS OUT THERE--

The following is a thought I want to share with people that will understand; hence I'm posting in this beautiful space Tilly has granted us all.
I have realised that the man who inspires me, answers me and gives me strength to go on is simply an illusion. I have known this for a long time really, but deep inside, I have never wanted to admit it. Such is the feeling of emptiness, of loneliness and grief, that I had to fill it up with something. I had to find a mourning for something that had ceased to be and perhaps never was.

And I found the only cure in poetry, as always. My attempt to open my soul to my feelings, and let them lose: so I can know them and tame them, as I do with my pain and insecurity.

I tried to wash my helplessness away, to tell myself it didn't matter. Yet, what my heart hid came out in the shape of the folllowing poem.

Keeping Something For You©1998 "Faith"

Don't let the stars run cold-
Don't let them rule your life-
Raise your arms to the bold
Rise of the Sunrise.

Don't let them be free-
Don't make them mock you-
Feel your strenght return and see
The pain you cure and make blue.

Please don't let them get dark-
Don't bear them at night-
Watch over the dead remark
Of the heavy Moon in fright.

But let the stars cry-
Let them find your way-
Into the dark sigh
Of the endless unreachable bay.
Which hides your love
From me...

This loss hurts, but at least it is something I own, and it doesn't own me.

I feel its texture, I control its force over me, but it still hurts.

A dream is a dream, and perhaps my message will someday be delivered...Faith

Some of Rick Landrine's Work
(Along with a long-awaited picture of the little Monkey - LOL)

Some of Rick Landrine's Work
(Along with yet another picture of the little Monkey - LOL)

Short Of A Heartbeat
©1999, "Faith"

When did you come?
Covered me up,
Washed my drunk tears away
And kept me at arm
Lenght, for someday
I'd be yours.

Traced the scarred map 
Of my face,
Let me kiss slender fingers
And closed the secret doors 
Ajar, thought lingers
On your mind.

Cured my heart from
Pain so blind,
Guided by dawn-stopped love
And pushed truth towards light
Fading, for above

There's no place.
Gave hope to belief
Held me through,
Hurricanes of consumption by hate
And fed tenderness to raise
Shame, so frozen
Pictured in me.

When did you come?
I'm afraid-I have failed you.
Losing you leaves me
Short of a Heartbeat.

Day by day I breathe
A little less...


Soon: "They tell me Time Heals all wounds".
This is it for now. Take good care.
Love,
Faith

Editor's Note: Someone sent the following poem in today (February 26th, 1999: God bless you, Mum!), asking to remain anonymous

Short of a Retort
©1999 Anonymous, by special request

Am I perceiving you, my Love
Rightly, in thinking that you are
The Soul, The Ghost that haunts my life
The Very Mem'ry of my heart

You've gone and used most of my ink
Reused it so, to suit your rhyme
Things only you and I could know...
My Dearest Love, why such disguise?

Am I deceived in thinking you
Have probed my soul much as I've yours
My Love, I tremble as I write
If it's you, run to me tonight

And, for the sake of mystery...
Fail me, my heart has, every day
Since that first drunken dawn with you
My First, my Last, my Ev'rything

Confusion since, consumed your heart
Blue, Pink and Purple it has worn
But Darling, here are opened arms
Awaiting you, as time unfolds

Some things, time just cannot erase
To heal a scar, you need its face
Your steps I trace, in hope to find
The torn-up lace you left behind

We both plucked on our tears for years
Two coasts, two hearts, yet one same song
You touched the fabric of my soul...
Tasted the colours of my wine

My Love, I've hungered for you, such
Storms rose and now live in my eyes
Darling, if this is indeed you
Don't hide behind this fine bard's pen

Unfold your wings, soon as you can
And come and claim your gift tonight
For, wrapped since that forsaken dawn,
Awaits a package... Love has moored

February 27th, 1999
Home is where the heart is
Everywhere and anywhere else,...
A jacket for the soul 
And a scarf to hide one's eyes 
Are required, for...
Everywhere and anywhere else... 
Reign but Winter and Masquerade.
Excerpt from "Mask A Rated Bliss" - ©1998 C. M. Maertens

February 28th, 1999

"Gifted"©1999 Faith

A child, you say...
You are
A stranger so dear
Clever as few.

Paint your hushed words...
Directly
Into my lonely heart
Hard as few.

Song of an angel...
Timeless
Brewing warm hope inside
This brief life.

Another line I write...
You wear
A distant smile shining
Only for me.

Much Love,
Faith.

For "Faith"
©1999 Chantilly M. Maertens

(Verse 1)
Faith, sweet, tender Child
You play with the Angels
When you write the wrongs - {Sorry, George!}
That life hands to you

(Verse 2)
Faith, pain's in your lines
You now seek God's counsel
Well, Dear, guess who's signed?
Here's through me, to you

Hook:
Take your pen as some do swords
And fight your fright
Yes, fight with Might
Drink your ink as some do blood
And write your Light
Faith, write it bright
Dare to dream a dream tonight
Where your tears flow
'Cos the seers know
Oceans never will run dry
But pain can't float
When love's your boat

(Verse 3)
Faith, love's like a gun
We've all felt it's barrel
Jabbed up in our ribs
Pointed at our heart

(Verse 4)
If given the choice
Most would gladly shoot it
'Stead of living life
Cool, detached and lost

(Repeat Hook )

(Verse 5)
Faith, pain's part of love
Love makes life worth living
Love lives in your pen
Purge it's ev'ry drop

(Verse 6)
Faith, your gift can feed
Millions who are starving
Share its Mightly Light
Write, Sweet Child, please write

(Repeat Hook )
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