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“In another time in space or another space in time or perhaps in some parallel universe you would have been my girl and I would have loved you for an eternity.”

Cord-

I wish I could have been you,
Then I could have understood your solitude,
I would have sensed your loneliness,
I would have learnt to sleep on tear soaked pillows,
I would have learnt to gaze onto nothing for hours,
I would have felt the melancholy of a stream moving out from its river,
The separation, the oneness without being together,
I could have felt like dry earth waiting 4 the raindrops to fall
and soak me with their forgotton love,
but I am not u ,I am me,
I have to be the caring womb 4 my child,
I have to soothen the anger of my hubby,
But behind these opaque screen ,inside lies a rock,
In which your love is lying within,
Which no heat, no scorching sun can dry,
And love 4 no other can seep within,
But u like a dry leaf can fall anywhere,
Can cry for the warmth and pity from world with your sobbing story,
I wish I could have been u,
i wish....

I'm here alone
blindly looking for lost days

I wish you were here
but I have nothing for you
but shattered dreams

my heart is torn
in my eyes sadness and grief
the smiling face in the mirror
hurts more and more

obstacles between us grow
from day to day

stars illuminate
new paths to follow
the night will bring a poor night's sleep

happiness
was so close
that every memory hurts.

A lifetime in stages
Early ones, later ones, now ones
Learning all the time
Changing from moments
Moving and maturing in all ways
All ways that were gleaned
Then ever so suddenly
Comes someone important
One who might slay the dragon
If there is will
Can see into the nucleus
Shining and strong
Not avocation for the faint of heart
Or the faithless
A function left over from early days
Turning back to the child inside
Trying to deny her lingering
The feelings of one so strong
She who is me
Only three times faced
Needing to be favorite, the best, The One
Wanting to be always
I wonder at the connection
One a woman, one a girl
She comes unbidden
Would that she leave me in peace
Embrace her or scorn me
She knows no other way

I do not understand it either
I only know you loved me
No matter how many people
Since then, have done their best
To reassure me it was not so.
You weren’t there in the cold dawn
Warm arms wrapped around me.
It was not your voice I heard
As I staggered to the window
Eyes swollen from grief and loss
I try, I really try to forget
How it was for us
Lying in your soft arms
with overflowing love
Almost breaking out of my chest
The feelings were so intense.
Grey sky, lashing rains
Wash away all my tears
Give me back the power to trust again
Alleviate all of my fears.

Love Can't be the same
Without morals
Love aint only a feelin' ..
It's something we can't touch
But it is somethin' we believe in ..
" Tomorrow " you said
Tomorrow we'll talk about it !!
Boy , I got no time to waste
I gotta release you & me

It's the final Goodbye
We're standing face to face
I can't look at your eyes
I might lose my faith
Don't touch my hand
Cuz I'll never understand
Why would one night with her
Destroy everything we had
She means nothing to you
But what You did ..
Means everything to me

It is very sad that my first love's dance
Should have happened down in old Kings Cross*
Where amid this sordid circumstance
There was something more than just innocence lost.
Wrap it up and put it in - where was romance?
(The girl's heart covered by a cold hard frost).
I was her last trick of the night - and then?
Well after this - all she wants is h*roin.

Glittering old tart - the Cross - debauched and stupid; -
Where some find pleasure - and others find great pain.
Destroying innocence - you'll find not Cupid -
Drenched in sin and soaking in the rain.
I speak of her in memories quite lucid; -
(At other times she shames and fogs my brain).
This is a place where truly nothings free -
And if you ever went there you would see.

So going back now thirty years in time; -
With gangsters' molls, whores, and drugs aplenty; -
Ev'ry violence - ev'ry type of crime -
Well, so it was - back there in the eighties.
Though in this wildlife something sublime; -
A merging of the Tigress and Euphrates.**
Awash with drugs and every type of sin -
Hookers off their faces on cheap h*roin.

That was where I was - down in old Kings Cross
Losing at sixteen my sweet virginity; -
And sleeping (as I did) with life's worst dross -
Saw this den of vice and inequality.
(Though half of Sydney would be at a loss
If this old dame were ever closed you see).
Here vice has value - something like a treasure -
Where we "sin in haste - and repent at leisure".

The 'Cross of old: - well that was how it was; -
Like a jail (co-educational) with lights.
And why you ask? Why? - just well - just because -
(How else can you explain all those street fights?)
I tell of times long gone back in "the "Cross" -
(Destroying the young as they found their delights).
"Drunks, (and) junkies and busted up old sluts"^; -
Well, they say us Aussies were "as rough as guts".

There were a few good people - the odd saint
As diamonds in the rough - (as you might say)
Though not for me because saint I ain't
And I was young and in my "salad days".
Well this is the picture that I paint
(For saints you'd best look in another place)
Except of course for Father Chris O'Rielleys'
Youth Off the Streets virtuous charities.***

No time now; to return to memories; -
No time - to come - and settle - those old scores.
She's tame and I'll not make new enemies; -
All's gone quiet with these our "lockout laws".****
Hard to find a foe or even frenemies; -
The spark is gone and now she only bores; -
Kicked out of the 'Cross at 1 am
The clubs are closed like jails - inmates in them.




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My soul is the piano, his words are the key together we compose the best of symphonies.
How my soul replays is words of the day like a composer writing a play.

I hear the music ,as he strikes a key an orchestra is what i see
Two souls that share a common ground a friendship is what they have found.
what is a piano without the player? its like a soul without a desire it sits alone in the dark waiting for someone to light a spark a hope or a desire waiting for someone to inspire to play a song of the heart , a song of two souls that will never depart. by Romance324.

Your morning present
waiting for you Dear:

"You"
Already attached to you
sweetheart
Mental intimacy is the secret key.
That leads the way home
To the heart that's is willing
To reciprocate
With true love
Kindness tenderness
The human race longs yearns for it
Can't live without it
Nothing short of it will unlock the prize!

Rachael_0622

will I

i think about my future and dreams each and every night.

will i go to florida and start a new life.

will i ever get the chance to get in that ring and fight.

will my passion and love for this take me far and give me fame.

will they boo me or chant me name.

will this change my life or will everything remain the same.

will i take all these picture down, pack my bags and move away.

will i leave this town and everything in it, or will i stay.

will i say good bye to the peole that i love and go after my dreams.

will i have the courage to stay strong when life isn't what it seems.

I promised my self that i wouldnt run away from life and lose and regret it all.

I will never give up when the flights and road trips just seem to long.

I refuse to fallflat on my facewhen everything goes wrong.

The desire and passion to come down that ramp and wreslte in that ring.

Just to experience the crowd in my hands one time, id do anything.

Win or lose id be proud of the fact that i tryed.

To me its worth all the blood, sweat, pain, and cryed.

I know the businees is full of crazyness, drama and lies.

I love it to much to ever say good bye.

people try to fill my head with fear and doubt, but they really dont know what this is really all about.

wwe is my life and a part of me.

im watching you on tv,
hoping that one day that could be me.


written by: kara yost