From the darkness, a shadowy figure draws near the mic
to share their words.
We all have tears
Shy
Graceful,
©Sven McLaughlin(Jan, 1997)
That go away.
We all have fears
That seem to stay.
It's not enough
To love and care,
For life itself
Is never fair.
With no love left
I say, my friend
You start to die
A little then.
© Big Daddy Cool...aka
Jason Moore
Immediate
to delay..
Elated smiles,
Forgetful.
She knew how
to say
My name.
She hid
in the palm
of My hand.
but It felt
Good.
She blushed
shades of Rose.
And she
was Beautiful
every Sunrise,
Every sunset
and She felt
Good.
One
High on the hillside
Slowly reaching for you
One with the universe
Lost, Desperation, and Dispare
More
Where the stallion meets the sun
Where the wind caresses the mountainside
We stood viewing all time
Stretched out invitingly before us.
And you for me
Our eyes met knowing
That the two of us
For all time
Would be one.
One with creation
One in the eternity
Of ourselves.
Tiredly wondering why your not there.
Roaming around in a daze,
Otherwise I'm lost in a maze.
Hurting, crying, and otherwise dead.
Deeper and deeper into the red.
No way out, it's all in the air
Lost, Desperation, and Dispare
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