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The distance
Far
No bridge or way
To reach me
Somewhere between
here and there
The answers lie
But far from
All
Fear the bridge
to take me there
kind visitors
Come to play
Rarely stay
Dreams here occupy
Complicate
Simple reality
Here I stay
At this
Unreachable distance
Bonnie D. © 2/1/00 Back to top
A shattered vase,
flowers strewn,
water spilt,
pooled as tears.
Broken shards,
ground underfoot,
no thought given,
to the vessel it was.
Swept and discarded,
to the curb side it goes,
useless pieces of glass,
remnants of what once was.
Bill M. Back to top
There is a fire beneath my skin,
I feel the burning flame within.
It rushes forth at such a rate,
Seeking ways to seal my fate.
Scorching what had been my dream,
Once destined hopes remain unseen.
It sears my skin as it imparts
Burning scars upon my heart.
It leaves a haze that won't allow
Clear thoughts to reach my fevered brow.
I stumble forth amidst the smoke,
As on my dreams I now will choke.
Bonnie © 2000 Back to top
A willow in the wind,
swaying boughs,
dancing limbs.
The breeze a lover,
coming in to tease,
ecstasy in fauna.
The cricket's song,
nature's violin,
romantic interlude.
Morning Doves cooing,
an early love song,
Robins dancing upon the ground.
Dance into my world,
the sun shines,
forever more.
Bill M. Back to top
Let thin own words be true
For they will show all who is who
And the heart that has made you
In cyberspace we swim or sink
By the words we not just think
But those we throw in the rink
Peace to all is what I want
And that's the goal that I hunt
It's time to bat or time to bunt
Sweeping under the rug is really old
It's time for all to hide or be bold
Hearts speaking not what they been told
We can forgive but don't have to forget
And that in a nutshell is what will let
Get back to peace and that's a bet
If one is hiding in the dark like a lion
Tis there words of deceit and lying
That should ultimately get them crying
In my hand I hold a ball
I hand it out for one and all
Time to pass it genteelly and stop the fall.
Hugs
Eddie (Chief) Back to top
I hide in the darkness,
Afraid to be seen,
I lurk in the shadows,
Afraid to be known,
If they only knew,
What I went through,
Then maybe they might hide.
Not because they are scared,
Or even hurt,
But rather because they know,
How the world really is,
So when I hide in the darkness,
Or lurk in the shadows,
It's not because I hate people,
It's because I am afraid of them.
Dark Angel © 2000 Back to top
Popping, crackling,
a cozy fire for two.
The flickering flames,
charging the internal blaze.
Dancing shadows tease,
playing across heated skin.
Now they are in awe,
for beauty captured in flame.
No words to be said,
the heat must find it's release.
Becoming the fuel,
stoking the flickering flame.
Bill M. Back to top
Knees folded into my arms,
while the sun pierces the blinds.
I slowly rock my naked body,
to quiet the pain,
dull the ache.
fresh in my mind,
Memories of last night.
These memories cause,
tears to spill from my eyes.
when they reach the dry blood,
they mix , to form tiny crimson chains.
that travel down my bruised flesh.
As I watch as you knot your tie,
on your face , a grin, no maybe a smirk.
The smug look on your face,
shows the blackness of your heart.
Disgusted by the reality,
that I am prisoner in your private hell.
Stunned and ashamed ,
As you lean over to kiss me, good-bye.
Your kiss , leaves no clue,
no trace of guilt.
Just a satisfaction is all I see.
For you have devoured my heart,
digested my soul,
then picked your teeth,
with my innocence.
What's left of me....
Kathi © 2000 Back to top
Cushioned by the night.
Burned by the light.
Walking into darkness
Knowing it's my friend.
Stepping out with shadowed comfort,
Stepping in to mend.
The world is too hard,
To continue living on my guard.
It does not work, I can not go on.
I've tried and tried,
It does not work.
I've cried and cried.
It matters not, my time is done
I'm tired
I can't
I'm sorry
Bonnie © 2000 Back to top
Keeper of the dream
Dream of the keeper
Which be it in reality
Sleep of the keeper
Tis A restless battle unknown
Nightmares that frequent
A method born of many years of practice
You there,
Keeper of the Dream
Look at your hands
See them and know them as Real to thee
Tis hands I see
Shifting and controlling the dream of the dreaming
Is the dream real
Or is real the dream..
This control I have taught myself
Becomes twisted in this dreamers dream somehow..
And to eternity this dreamer's dream is ever a dream
in a
dreamer's reality..
Pamela © 2000 Back
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