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I never understood the kind of magnetic field I hold within me
Our field … it’s like a magnetic field, somehow we attract some things, many things for and form different reasons, but what can hold us ???
What choices have I made long time ago ?
How that reflects on me now, on my surroundings ?
You were right my friend, I know, I admit it
We cannot live as one without the surroundings
The question is, how to understand the field around it self
To understand the things that stack to it
Is it weakness ? Or are the paths chosen in some other time and space
Somehow in same strange way I understand the connection with something
With the animal standing in front of my door long time ago
Than I was scared of it, the veins and the look
I never let the animal in the house
I made the right choice seventeen years ago and that thing now makes sense
All this space, is it all serendipity?
I don’t think so.
I’ve been searching for answers for years and they come so, so suddenly
I’ve got the answer to one question now, what about the other questions ????
Why am I here ? What’s the purpose of this old soul, old but so full of life, so full of joy, laughter
Why the need to write ? Why do we meet people in some way , why do we get a direction when we at least expect ??
The silence of the night, the birds out side, this peace I feel in … I write to you my Creator …
Why do I feel this peace now and trembling of what does waits me more, what choices have I made than … have I ended one circle ???
I think I have, I feel I have done that
And now … new path
This is what I am, no need to change just to learn till we reach the goal

IN THE NIGHT TIME, OF MY DREAMS,
YOU FLOAT TO ME,
GENTLY IN THE NIGHT,
TO BE MY LOVER.

ENTWINED TILL DAWNS GREY LIGHT,
WHEN DREAMS AWAKEN TO REALITY,
BUT FOR THOSE DREAM HOURS,
YOU ARE MINE MY LOVE, AND I YOURS.

MY DREAMS ARE NOT CROWDED,
YOU ALONE HOLD THAT SPACE,
FOR YOU ALONE ENCHANT MY WORLD,
THROUGH THE DREAM HOURS, AND THE AWOKEN ONES.

AS I FALL FROM AWAKE, TO ASLEEP,
I SEE YOU FLOATING TOWARDS ME,
AND I WELCOME SLEEP, AS YOU APPROACH,
TO LOVE ME THROUGH THE DREAM HOURS.

FOR NO PRESENCE, IN SLEEP, OR WAKEFULNESS,
COULD COMFORT ME AS YOU DO,
ENTWINED IN GENTLE LOVE, AND PASSION,
UNTIL AT DAWN, YOU FLOAT AWAY, IN MY AWAKENING.

BUT I FEEL NO GREAT SORROW AT YOUR PARTING,
FOR TONIGHT AS I PREPARE FOR THE DREAM-TIME,
YOU WILL DRIFT TO ME AGAIN, TO BE MY LOVER,
IN THAT DREAMY WHISPERED GENTLENESS, THAT IS OUR LOVE.

AND SOON, SOON, SOON, WE WILL BE TOGETHER,
AND WE WILL LAUGH, AND PLAY, AND LOVE,
IN THE AWAKENED HOURS, AND IN THE DREAM-TIME,
FOR FANTASY ALONE, CANNOT RULE OUR LOVE, IT IS REAL.



BEN999

Slowly you appear, rising higher,
Throwing your shimmering glow on the sleeping.
Silently you glide over the black carpet,
Dipping under the occasional fluffy cover.
Never revealing the untold sins,
Just witnessing in silence.
Casting dark shadows'
Looming earily on the still sleeping earth.
Confidently picking your chosen path,
You make your way to your destination.
Knowing you will return and repeat,
The same till eternity, never faltering....

i walk these paths with ease now...
still pondering the choices i have made,
still hestitant to claim my innocence,
or my shame.
i look for your dwellings that once gathered in clusters
'round the Oak Groves of days past.
i search through the brush hoping to find a trace
of my "traceless friends"...
hoping you will share your words with me,
and listen to another lonely voice.
i am a stranger, except here.
this truth i have known for many, many years.
i come to this grove if only to discover what i have lost;
gather what i have gained.
through the branches...the leaves and brush...i see the fireplace waiting
to warm my feet.
i will return to my small cabin,
still to look over my shoulder for your footprints in the snow.

Gregory S.

CREATURE OF THE NIGHT

You are a creature of the night,
who dreads the hours of broad daylight,
in the darkest recess, you must stay,
until the sun, has gone away.

But when moon will rise and shine
that is the time that suits you fine.
its then that you come out to play
in the darker hours of every day,

Its then you run, and jump, and skip,
and wave at stars so brightly lit,
as chasing moonbeams through the night,
you laugh with mirth, and dark delight.

you rap the glass, at dead of night,
and shriek with glee to see the fright,
but you mean no harm to child, or wife.
you are but mischief, of the night.

Alas to the east, some light is shed,
the sun will soon get out of bed,
to the dark recess, once more you go,
till stars will twinkle, and moonlight glow.

(C) BEN GUIRYBEN999

Where is my other notebook; the one containing
more excellent thoughts – it’s lost
It’s on to plan B

Now, pertaining to - aspires to
larger visions, farther places
grander than the game itself
Off I flew to catalogue
footprints of the Great Ones

Each a mission where, throughout
not once did bother to embrace
the niche
Neither household nor the
occupants themselves who
Are the chosen
And the chastised
yet I; so polite to decline:
refused to eat from a soiled plate
or accept a small bed on the floor
far less; tear a strip from my clothes
to bind the wounds I caused

Once again; according plan B
and this time
it’s high time I knew
what it is to be pissed on, to be
pissed on again
It’s time it's High Time to recognize
The Crown of Thorns for first It Is
- Driven In -
points broken off against the skull
The grand reward for investigating
upholding a basic truth

Wear that for a day - then review
need for minor changes to
private aspirations


aka slipknot41 – FL winter-over ‘05

ALPHA,
Beckons me
Closer
Decides to
Entice
Funny I
Guess
How he
Intrigues
(Jester)
Kisses from
Lips
Mesmerizing subtle
Nuances
Opening in
Parts
Questing for
Romance
Stirring up
Tension
Using his
Vision
Wishing for
Xanadu
Yearning for
ZEN.

Ok..It's been awhile. I live in a cave.
I beat on the head with a big soup
Bone
I bring home chunk of meat to
Crazy woman
We have two offspring we
Named Thunk and Clunk
I'm stuck in a disfuntional
Paleolithic relationship
Between beating the hell
Out of a T-Rex for dinner
And dealing with this
Cave womans prehistoric
Social demands, I have
Become bi-polar
I have now been commited
To the Swamp Soup
Rehab Center
Doctor Bonelicker is
Now reviewing my
Case
He said,"Thunk and Clunk
Just might grow up to
Be chicken skinners if
I didn't get my act
Together
I cried
The doctor
Kicked me
In the testicles
And laughed like
A fool
I did not have
Courage to face
His agression
I knew at that
Moment it was my
Mothers fault that
She could not afford
Pampers and baby powder
For me
My father was
Eaten by some crazy
Lizard so he could
Be of no help or ever
Send a Christmas
Card
What was I to do?
The crazy wife in
The cave was filing
For Social Security
And Thunk and Clunk
Was shipped off to
A cannibal tribe
I was Homo Erectus
Sabian without
A clue
I decided to sign
Up to Connecting
Singles in light
Of my divorce
Maybe they could
Prescrible a medication
For my Paleolithic
Depression
Who knows?
I may even get
A date.
Lol
Cafe

The only thing that matters in this cursed dark universe...
Are things unseen in sick dark dreams that bring what surely hurts...
Invisible stars too far to reach elude me every time...
Dark matter is the element that can make your dark stars shine...


I love the feel of stardust when it falls upon my face...
I love to steal the taste you place in places of dark space...
I hate the feel of gravity when it pushes me away...
Away from you, my love so true, away from your embrace....

“What to say today in May to Jay”

Silly little plastic man,
siting on your can.
Sucking on your thumb,
snickering at the scum.
Glaring at the moon,
staring at a loon.
Screaming that you are he or she,
dreaming that you could be like me.
Run quickly towards the fat old sun,
fun times are waiting with your gun.
Fading beam in your eye,
fading gleam in your sky.

“What to say today in May to Jay”
Date: sometime around the mid 90’s
Lyricist Inc.
David A. P.