Living in a world of make-believe

where anything could happen

Fueled Lily’s fire

Up Until the day she died…

But while she was alive…….

she burned her soul onto mine

Told me it would be alright…With her reassuring smile….

while she settled for the whirl-wind rides

And thin disguises

she got us by

as best she could

Taught us how to disappear…into our dreams..

Told me stories --make-believe

while wading through the waist high flowers

Used to sit and talk for hours

Lily reminiscing

even when

she thought I wasn’t listening

She showed me everything

Melted all my tears away With just a kiss

And in one breath She’d reassure us

Even as she crashed inside

She carried All the world upon her shoulders…

Lost in sad unspoken wisdom

She could lift one up With just a song

Could tell a million stories With just one heavy sigh…..

her love defined so many lives

just way too much to do and see

Too little time for you and me

Nothing ventured nothing gained….

Nothing left to feel but pain Without her love….

The first time that I saw her there

Dancing in the cool night air

She flourished in the make-believe

she taught my heart to play..

remember Lily…

Far far away In another place and time Lilly almost thrived……

now she‘s No where to be found

I swear I hear her crying in the breeze….

among the flowers in the gardens

she faced the winds of change alone

…then she faded with the light

off into the dark of night….

And All that Lilly left me

was her fire…..

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By T.S. Gavanditti

Copyright2005

Bush is not my president

But still, he continues to try

To stand before a nation that needs leadership

And offer mind-numbing, fumbling lies

Does anyone mind?

Bush is not my leader

No matter what the computer count said

The election that he claimed got him there

Initiated democracy’s death

The wars that he wages;

Murder in the name of peace

Are game-boards in the boardrooms

Of buddies and friends and brothers in greed

Does anyone mind?

He’s issued the creed

Of environmental destruction and doom

Opening rivers, lakes and mountains and ranges

For total molestation and unbridled desecration

And now he wants to waste desperately needed resources

So we can revisit the moon…

And of the four proverbial horsemen

He’s got to be brothers one, two, four and three

Bearer of destruction to all that we know

Heaven and Mother Earth’s enemy

But hey, let’s not be dramatic,

Let’s not stand up and disagree

We want to believe that we have a say

But let’s not say we’re not sure he’s ok

He’s not my damned president

He’s nothing to me

Just some dumb lucky f-ck

Who’s cheating, and stealing and lying and killing

and laughing ….and getting

away with it all

…….quite magnificently

 no one seemed to mind at the time.

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Broken hearts

by Steven Newman

Memories of long ago

Many times gone and lost

Waiting

Waiting for the one

Watching protecting guarding

I call out to thee

As I sit here and wait for my sweet sixteen

 Guardians of old are we

Waiting for something we hope will never come

We interfere we meddle we try to change

To avert the dark future that awaits

So we watch and wait and when it comes we will be ready.

 Life

Suffering hope faith love

Ah to know love

To share ones vessel with someone

To be

One soul one body one mind

Once we have it losing it is the worse thing in the world

 Loneliness

Despair darkness

Empty feeling in the depths of one soul

Your heart feeling like it has been ripped out never again to return

You know you must move on but you cant

Cant sleep cant eat cant fill the empty void, the shell that was once your existence

Time still goes on

Memories fade

But the heart never mends

 Icebergs are we

So dark and mysterious

Only showing 10% of ourselves to the world

Some say we are weird some say we are normal

But secrets we do keep

I will not show myself

Find me you must

For those who seek are truly deserving and will be shown what lies beneath

With each day that passes by another part of me dies

I have already lost so much

So much time so much heart

The hole gets bigger and bigger never seeming to stop

No matter what façade I put on the hole doesn’t seem to die

Why cant I let go of my misery and my sorrow

When will the sweet release of death come

With each day that passes another part of me dies

Watching and waiting

hoping and looking

wanting these moments of a 1000 years to end

being in the space where hundreds of lifetimes have met before

Watching and waiting

 Leaves glisten in the sunlight

I walk up to the spot

The place I have not been in many years

Two lovers come down a hill

She holds his hand and he holds hers

Loving being enjoying the world around them

I pass these two lovers and I look at them and wonder

When will I have that

Someone to love on those long winter nights

Someone to bear my soul to

Someone to wake up next to in the morning

Oh my long lost love it is for you that I wait

I keep walking and I reach the spot

The whole forest can be seen from here

No one around for miles

Here I wait for you my love and I bear my soul to this paper, to these trees

I know someday I will find you and you will find me

Till then I sit here and wait in this beautiful spot where hundreds of lifetimes have been before

My spot, my soul are yours but the question is will you find me?

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