Spider spider on the wall
You tantalize us with your fall
As you scour away from impending doom
Going left or right, backwards or forwards
Your dance makes us cringe in awe.
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They laid entwined in each others arms,
feeling the warmth,
and experiencing the passion that they
kindled with each passing night.
It was a love of understanding.
Filled with the hopes and dreams of time
spent together.
Experiencing all that they had to offer
was more than they could ever want.
Their love was for real - they did not
hide.
They embraced it before the entire world,
and all did agree that theirs would last
forever.
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Little flower standing there
Watching your form grow.
Little flower standing there
Your petals give praise to all.
Little flower standing there
In my garden you do grow.
Little flower standing there
Your form will never go.
Little flower standing there
Your perfume will fill the air.
Little flower standing there
You know you give us so much more.
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To live in harmony is to master all of
ones lessons,
with understanding for all life with
light and love,
with room for more
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The time had come for him to lay claim
to his dreams.
To fasten onto those hopes and feelings,
that will drive him through life.
To challenge the fantasies that constantly
plague his mind.
But this was all well and good to any
who had any idea or notion,
of what they could possibly do.
For alas, this one was so confused,
to say scared would be closer to the
truth.
Every dream before had been shot down
in flames.
To climb to the peak of a mountain,
to reach out and touch his goal.
To then suddenly finding himself plummeting
downwards time and time again.
We know this can’t go on,
as time and others do tell.
Of better times just waiting around the
next corner,
or hiding behind that elusive door.
Does he have the stamina though,
to climb the mountain again,
To reach and feel the glory that is his
to take?
It ‘s been far too long since the last
time it came around.
How does one remember?
Will he know if it’s for real?
And still the clock keeps ticking by,
showing the time that you have let slip
by.
Take a chance,
grab that dream and climb that mountain.
The dice have been rolled,
and they have called your number.
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The jealous rage that consumed him knew
no bounds.
It ravaged through his clothes,
bit into his flesh and drank on his blood.
Consuming his very essence with its destructive
ways.
He battled it, though he was weak from
despair,
fighting off the illness which had no
business within.
Forcing the fiend to take many steps
back,
as he realized how it could be slayed.
The monster knew fear.
It had gorged itself fat on the life
of this poor wretch.
But the wretch was no more,
it didn’t need to feed the monster within.
He didn’t need it at all.
Finally the beast knew it was beaten,
and was finally slayed.
Leaving the body, to which grew strong
with its victory.
The monster would never trouble him again.
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The many facets of life that blink and
glimmer or die away.
Where hopes and fears intermingle with
our daily cares.
The minds eye - the key to all knowledge
and wisdom for all.
Which we seldom unlock in our mortal
bodies,
as life or our hectic ways bar the entrance
to that mighty hall.
Our lives are like specks of dust,
fairly insignificant, but grandeur for
all.
We seldom make an impact, our prays rarely
heard.
Yet life goes on, as we all par-take
in the gambles and trials that fate has dealt.
Loving or cursing, in or out, in our
multi facet lives.
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The thunder exploded, lightning flashed.
The little ones ran, and huddled together.
Why was this happening?
The big ones weren’t happy during these
storms.
One hating, the other unknowing and frightened.
And still the little ones hide……
but seeing and knowing and asking WHY?
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What a life we try to live,
amongst the hustle of others.
Each trying to do the same thing,
yet in a multitude of ways.
The joy of being an individual,
having the opportunity to try what you
will.
To succeed or fail.
The choice is all yours.
Is this all planned in advance?
Or do we trudge along blindly?
Can’t wait till the end,
when all will be told.
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Why do we struggle against each other?
As soon as we are born the race has begun.
Why do we choose to come here at all,
to be born again and again?
To loose the knowledge of what we knew.
Trying in vain to regain what is ours
anyway.
Although we know it is not lost.
The doors just been closed,
and the key is somewhere not to be seen.
I really do need to let go.
To climb out of my hole, to move on.
To continue the race with my fellow ‘man’.
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The trouble with always going,
is never being satisfied.
Having no concept of patience,
easily frustrated.
And yet we have all done this before,
and we knew what to expect.
You think we would have learnt something
by now.
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We yearn for a life of happiness and pleasure,
a life of dreams fulfilled.
And yet we come up short in some of these.
Do we care when our lives in this existence
are nearly over?
Maybe not.
But here and now, we rush like crazy,
changing jobs, homes and friends.
Creating more dreams with every day.
When will we slow down, relax?
Do we need to slow down?
Do we need to take small bites at life,
or shove them down like a favourite dessert?
I guess I’ll have to wait and see.
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They shared a loveless embrace,
the night was as dark as their desires.
But they did not care,
they were not alone - and they were not
the first.
As they went to dream of a time that
was meant for them.
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We parted that night.
Two souls drawn together,
but pulled apart for the good of others.
And now as lovers no more.
Will their friendship live on,
or is that too destined to die?
Oh I hope not,
for a true and loyal friend you are my
lovey.
Though I can’t see you now,
You will always be in my heart.
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The sorrow of a forbidden love
Where we shared all that was us
With pleasures that would excite and
entice,
of secrets and desires that told our
lives.
We knew it wouldn’t last
But oh how we made it so.
For over a year you were my only love,
a friend to hold dear.
And now it has come to an end
Friends we’ll be but lovers no more.
You seem so distant now as we talk,
as though we were two people who had
only just met
Though I’m so happy for you, and what
you will soon become,
and for the life and love for the one
who you gave your consent
I’ll give you no trouble and you may
soon forget that I hold you dear
As you renew your life and love for the
one you share
I told you ‘you were by best friend’
Hiding the emotions that I held within
Knowing too well that you would not comprehend
Reducing our love till this the end
I could have told you, but where would
I begin
You often said that you didn’t know where
you stood,
as I never really let you in, and now
I’m sorry.
I feel so foolish and guilty as well
for wanting you
So I guess all what’s left are memories
and thoughts of more
To idle chit chat and nothing more,
as you begin to close the door
Friends we’ll be but lovers no more
The transition is hare, but you’ve done
it before
I’m sorry for what I say, so there won’t
be much more
I guess I’m naive about how I look back
on us,
knowing all too well that it was a forbidden
love
Friends we’ll be but lovers no more
You’ll always be near my heart, as I
may be in yours
So to the future I send you luck and
love,
and if a friendship that will always
be yours
This is to you my lovey
From a friend who is yours
Through there will still be love
I’ll entice you no more.
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They gathered each night under the old
trees to feast,
to dance, to enjoy themselves.
Their laughter could always be heard
in the still of the night,
along with the sounds of flutes and harps
filling the air,
with their music of joy.
Even when the wind howled and the trees
groaned
from the mothers power,
they did not leave their fires and festivity.
The mother would never hurt her children
of the forest,
in their lives which greatly surpass
ours.
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They come to the forests to sing for themselves,
the birds and animals.
They sing for all plants of this wonderful
land ,
and for their mother.
But they also sing for us,
if only we remembered how to listen.
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There was joy in his eyes that afternoon,
as he stood there watching the child
play.
Recalling his own childhood memories,
of laughter and good games.
Memories long since removed from his
current life.
Memories that will once again roam supreme,
as the child within begins to play again.
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He lay asleep.
Dreaming of pleasant things.
Knowing that was surreal.
Knowing that this was to be short.
Knowing that he wouldn’t remember in
the morn.
But still he slept.
Dreaming of pleasant things.
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We travelled madly.
Covering the long tracks of land in moments.
Time was of great importance,
though I can’t remember why?
Were we late, or were we being followed?
We did not know.
So we continued on.
But where were we going?
Again we were lost for an answer.
Ahead in the distance we knew our goal
was near.
What that goal was still to remain unclear.
We weren’t far now.
Our pace quickened.
Soon all would be revealed.
And we would stop, relax and know why.
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The passage of time is constant.
We live our lives fighting off the end,
knowing that we will eventually end this
life.
Yet for reasons unknown,
I have longings for past experiences.
Memories of long ago.
Of times that have long since past.
How can this be so?
Are these just fantasies of my mine?
Or have we done this all before?
To the end I’ll wait,
for the final moment to explore.
Where the end will be revealed to one
and all.
Till then I wait and ponder,
of the knowledge that I’ve done this
before.
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Ample opportunities arise at a persistent
pace
Creating images, thoughts and possibilities
Enforcing days of forlorn conclusions
With regrets and could have been's
abound
Never fully being able to prep the fruits
of ones labour
Falling short or over exceeding,
in the dulled senses and concepts in
which we strive to live
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The sun gleaming through the windows
A refreshing breeze wafting in from outside
The pleasant cry of a bird or two
All these concepts offer us hope from
our continuous despair,
which can see us spiralling out of control
into a vortex of eternal melancholy
Unwilling to expand our horizons,
or grab onto those safe reassurances
That are encountered in the passages
of time we call life.
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The serenity of night
A time of peace and contemplation
A time to sit back and relax
To attempt the impossible,
and experience all that you can
Venturing to other states of mind
Consuming, indulging…… an endless quest
Exploring the ultimate extents that can
be created in your mind
And all disguised in the format they
call a dream
(C) doug boothey 2000.