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I saw in my dreams we are lifeless,
And lie with a look so tranquil.
A pair of white, white coffins
Set side by side in peace.

When was it, we uttered: "Let's stop it!"
When was it and what does it mean?
But strangely, my heart is not ailing,
My heart is not down with grief.

Powerless feelings are weird,
Frozen thoughts are so clear,
Your lips are no longer dear,
But retain their eternal bliss.

So it happened: we both are lifeless,
And lie with a look so tranquil.
A pair of white, white coffins
Set side by side in peace.

Back in the day - 33's/45's & 78's would play,
upon a heavy plate within the beautiful Victrola.
A true work of art - each hand crafted part,
that composed the whole of the beautiful Victrola.

Exquisite as a fop - that handsome wooden top,
molded of rare Mahogany on the beautiful Victrola.
Crafted handheld parts - used to make it start,
to play recorded tunes upon the beautiful Victrola.

A classic of it's day - wherever it would play,
everyone loved the charm of the beautiful Victrola.
Once new and very modern - an object of stardom,
the world was drawn to that beautiful Victrola.

Over time it's fame - along with familiar name,
became less used or pursued the beautiful Victrola.
New devices came along - bringing limitless song,
reducing need or want for the beautiful Victrola.

Now destroyed or stored - most everyone bored,
with the aging antique of the beautiful Victrola.
Hardly ever seen - that rare Mahogany sheen,
upon that beautiful piece of art called a Victrola.

If given the chance - there's still fun and dance,
to be enjoyed from the beauty of the Victrola.
But like everything else - it's value and wealth,
in time becomes 'worthless' the poor aged Victrola.

At some point in time - thought comes to mind,
that there's still value in the beautiful Victrola.
Then popularity soars - within antique stores,
and everyone wants their own beautiful Victrola.

Now there's few to be had - technology is glad,
there's no power or profit in making a Victrola.
Rarity is their fame, and in reminiscing their name,
smiles form upon faces of those who have experienced...

The Beautiful Victrola

In the Labyrinth of Life,
One meets alot of queer folk,
Some will be straight,
Others will joke,

In their extreme,
They are called a Jokester,
Dressed in hot pink,
Stuck on life's lightning fast steep,
Roller Coaster

Many ages the old tower had stood
yet once it had been the very centre
of activity to all who enter
for centuries all weather withstood

Witness to many battles all hard fought
many feasts and weddings held in its halls
and fine chargers housed within its stalls
yet now looking back it was all for nought

Time had taken its toll, now just a shell
ravaged by weather, could it be saved?
the man stood looking and his heart craved
here in this tower he would like to dwell

Work started, it was long and arduous
slowly the tower returned to glory
with the new stone brought in from the quarry
at last done it now stood victorious

Older women cannot be fooled but
Their hearts can be broken
Tread lightly my friend on souls
refined with fire
Speak softly to ears pierced
With the sound of good bye's
Never look an older woman
To intently in the eyes lest
You see a thousand tears
Of her lost loves
Instead, cup her cheek
In hand and give her
The kiss of hope
She may whisper to
You the secret..
Of the stars

Cafe

i am so lucky
having you as my enemy
having you to hate
having you to fight

i am so lucky
having you as my opponent
dreaming your death
planning the million ways to kill you

i am so lucky
having you in my life
someone to blame for
all my mistakes

i am so lucky
you are always there for me
cause if you didnt exist
i would have to invent you

you see my dear enemy
without you in my life ,
i would had none to kill ,
but me

to our ""enemies" real and imaginary

He may come suddenly like
the wind
Your heart is captured by his
essence and you desire to open the
choice treasures of your soul before
his viewing
To soon you let his eyes savour the
subtle moves in the way you walk
In eagerness you suggest the heat of
the night before he has earned the
right to touch your cheek
Speak not to his imagination before
he has tasted the wine of your sorrow
Do not so soon throw the pearls of
your love at the feet of an ungrateful
soul to be trampled in the dust
Present to him in strains of eloquence
that his is a season of testing and he
must brave the storms of your whispering
winds, before he feels the thunder of
your passion
Tread softly on the coals of your heart's
destiny
Reveal yourself in small morsels of kindness
and test his empathy to communicate
Do not offer him the history book of your
life if he cannot read between the lines
And finally, test his faith
If he cannot be true to his God
why..would he be true to you?

Poets and singers- that curious few
So proud to show off the fine work they do
They suffer and labor creating their art
Expressing a message that comes from the heart

They love to perform and put on a display
The wonderful talent that God cast their way
A lyrical message, each artist records
In CD's and book for admiring hordes

The magazine editors back East and out West
They send review copies and pray for the best
High praise they are seeking, just love will fulfill
Their need to be thrust on top of the hill

Reviewers be warned, though you laud A to Z
Any negative word will be all that they see
They'll pout and they'll cry and get angry and mad
Their sensitive egos so troubled and sad

If once they were friends, they'll be friendly no more
You've kicked them outside and you've bolted the door
An honest appraisal will build but a wall
'Tis better to mention their names not at all.

All the data was in..
E=mc2-
It means energy and mass are
Equivalent times the speed of
Light squared..
Wow!
What a mind job!
What do you say to
Something like that?
Oh, Albert!
What you're saying is that
A great deal of energy can
Be extracted from a small
Amount of mass-
Mabey..
A lil bit of me can go
A long way
A lil kindness may just be
The most powerful equation
In..the whole..
Universe!!!!

Some of our folks get there noses out of joint
When others amoung us are making a point,
That it's no more sinful to bet or to sip
As appearing so pious --
but a real hypocrite.