Convergence

The usual lovers' rhetoric
in media varied searches
some sort of prophetic
in the burden of beverage purchase

Lounge language didatic
--from cerebrum lesson lurches
sudden rounds boost climactic
a prayer in the alley churches

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Dislocation

Cursing of human deception
A fleeing gunman's stealth
Final thoughts on addiction
In the urging to process breath
Losing power of description
A hollow lecture on personal health
Raw wounds suffering friction
At metaphysical musings on death


copyright (c) 1998 Shan Krug [shanelena@aol.com]

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Sorrow's Fading Echo

Out of your past comes unneeded sorrow
From it our sweetest Love need not borrow
Now only Love in the days of our tomorrow

The Love we create nurtures not sorrow
From anxiety and pain please do not borrow
Bring not those ways into times of our tomorrow

For Love heals and soothes the deepest sorrow
From the Creator's sweet source "It" does borrow
Baptize us in Love's days of our sweet tomorrow

copyright (c) 1998 John [JsalLA@aol.com]
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The Birthday Present

Cruel realization
held within a clenched fist
Given by one,
Reminded of another
to appear in a dream of a tryst.

Then enters the lie

the generalization

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Mourning

You came out and you saw me
Gazing up at the stars
And you asked me
"Thinking about Pendrell?"
I gave some answer about something different
Because I'm still getting used to this...
To "the days without him
And never knowing his name"
Still trying to "avoid the shock
Deny the pain"

You never would have guessed
What I really thought that night
I was getting used to playing
The lying game
Pendrell didn't die that night
Are you surprised?
He's still alive, but you realize
I'm not telling this to you
I'm just watching the stars
And thinking of those that help us
Along our paths...

(c) 1998 Shan Krug [shanelena@aol.com]