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While you were sleeping
I spied you there
Like a shadow in the night
Who would care
My thoughts were with you
What dreams did you seek
Or was warmth and food
The words you’d speak
Maybe a conversation
Would lift you up
Time shared
A priceless cup
Just a thought
From a passer by
How lonely do you get
Before you cry.........

Motionless time,broken moments emptyness
and myself unbreakable friends,faded lights
a distanced music nostalgic thoughts of
joyful memories,locked within the abyss
of my heart.
Her voice echoes inside my soul so deep
inside of me,with words of love,hate and
forgiveness in a sweet tone of love,lust,
desperation in a moment lost in time.
The night whispers with melodical sounds,
teasing whats left of me breaking me apart,
she plays with me tearing my heart.
Silence overules, the world has seemed to
stop.
Helpless a prisoner of my own fate, a
prisoner of love in an everlasting of
endless lonely nights.

My heart writes words that
my fingers can't write.
My head says "goodness"this
just isn't right.

The melodies flow from
my heart to my brain.
After each one leaves,
they're never the same.

Welcome to the halls of the sanctuary
I'm Ancient Bullman around here
Where magic awaits your every touch
Every word and every thought.

Come and dwell with us
Bring your burden in bulks
Shed those tears and smile
You are with family and guild

I remember standing in an Indian railway station
back country, 1990, early for the train
and all the action was on the Gulf War
people were a little nervous
unknown how Moslems were going to respond
But it was so peaceful
just rusting iron under an Indian sun
and the chirping and flittering of sparrows
that seem to accompany all building
of railway stations around the planet
Odd that on the boundaries of a war things seemed
so much lighter than the wall-to-wall
havoc and information barrage from a virus,
perhaps I'll turn the TV off and
just head out into the country,
find me a railway station with no trains

White tiles
well examined
blue shift spray
fortitude in clocks
time dimensions
weighing in
cobalt cartesian
fully entrained
we make homage
dead players revolt
live satellite dawn
angel hair, down
slipping existence
fruit melee
peel for peel
gainful resistance
meta juice boy
we're all shook up

As i sit here thinking of time gone by things that happen and how sometimes i was blind.
Then i think that was the way it needed to be life's little journey to teach me and make me!! me.
For after all its life's up's and down's that make us who we are and help us turn things around .
So now i have that clear in my head im excited of the journey that lay ahead.
Because you never know whats around the next bend or when your life might come to a end so i choice to fight and not give in my friends .
Learn from the passed and move forward because that's the important thing in the end.
Be proud of who you are and where you have been .
Be true to your self and keep it real .
so ill end this short little poem with have a nice day and remember every day is a new page so what ever happen the day before doesnt
really matter anyway.


by kev

I find myself hanging
here for dear life as
i try to climb this
tree of life only to
find the tree is so
slippery.
I must put an anchor
into pulling myself
up to the next cycle
of life.
To look out and see
all that i could
accomplish if i would
just focus and take
one step at a time
until all my dreams
are met and i have
reached the finally
limb to free my dreams
into existence.

Breaking up is hard to do, but getting back into the dating game can be even harder, especially if it has been a while and you aren't psychologically prepared for it.

Being psychologically prepared means getting out of your own way and having faith that fate will provide you with another partner, just as it has so many times before.

Your first step is to heave that chip off your shoulder, get out of your bathrobe, get a make over and stop spending your nights in front of the television watching "Cheaters" or calling your friends for sympathy.

If you don't feel that you are not quite done wallowing in self pity or anger, by all means continue as you were, but realize that there will come a day, sooner or later, when you will become bored with yourself and want to face the real world again.

Once you have cried, screamed, wailed, stopped blaming, stopped shaming and forgiven yourself (as well as your ex) you are ready to go on to the next step towards becoming a bearable human being again."

There's a slight sense of urgency here
to express the solace and elation
and tell you with the utmost earnestness
that one day love may come to you
and gamut’s will convey all the edges

that come with knowing your heart
of hearts and fearing your loves.
All that life is and can be, will be,
as you trust soul to another being
let your heart be ruined if chosen,

but no matter, it's another story
of children, respirators, frank talk,
counselors, healing, uncontained pride.
The added family, and friends unexpected
with impromptu dinners conjured from fridge.

All will be revealed at the appropriate
time and it will seem ordinary upon
reflection, as it couldn't, wouldn't
be any other way. Older memories blur
as life speeds past the unmarked car.

The ambulance drives slowly back
to the station, with it's lights off.
No need to hurry through life, let's
stop at the drive-in and get a cone,
and try to remember that girl's name,
that lived down the block in sixth grade.

© agoodguy2have 2010-05-24