Addition of week 5, February 1st - February 7th, 1999


To really love

I thought I knew what love was when I had you
and my perspective of the subject surley grew

I saw that love, the eros for the greek
was anything but week

I realized that it takes work and time
to get two persons' ways to rhyme

Today I know how little I knew
although I tried to get through

Now I know that sometimes love
is to let the loved one go, as a dove.

To find yourself, I let you fly
although not easy, since I don't know why

I wait and dream of your return
a hope that make a broken heart burn

I will wait as long as you need
to find yourself and stop to bleed

Not blood, no far more worse
your bleeding feelings that immerse

I hope this break will set you free
and that you'll come back for me.

If not, I'd loved and lost, that's true
and learnt to really love by you.

- I'm still here for you.



- by Jonas Persson

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Addition of week 6, February 8th - February 14th, 1999


Maybe...


We're painting a picture,
we're building a dream.
We create a future
yet to be seen.
We're creating prospects
with words on the screen.

Still it's uncertain
if ever we'll meet,
but I hope it will happen
'cause you make me feel sweet.


- by Teenah



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Addition of week 7, February 15th - February 21st, 1999


Alive After Death


I think, I thought I'd heard you'd said
"I wonder why I see you dead?!"
You live to love; and love to hate.
A life you've lived, now create.

The people, my friends, they laugh and scorn
They create a mindset sometimes worn,
I disregard now all I'm told.
Secret emotions I mysteriously hold.

I hear of stories and things said,
Kind of funny 'cause now I'm dead
The shearing pain from wound by stave,
You hear my cries coming from the grave

The life we lived, in past I'd torn
All the people have ceased to scorn
I ask myself if death kills love?
And realize no, by the pure White Dove.

I think, I thought I'd heard you'd said
"I love you", but I hear I'm dead?
Inaction becoming very old
The pain you felt, now I hold
~)§(~


- by Daniel Hodgin © 1996



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Addition of week 8, February 22nd - February 28th, 1999


Dreaming a Life


I can't live
I can only dream.
Escaping into dreams
became the only way to survive
so long time ago,
that I don't remember
how to live any more.
I feel too old to learn.
It would probably take
the rest of my life to learn,
and in that case I prefer
just to dream
what little time there is left.
Dreaming
is the only kind of
Living
I know.


- by Teenah



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