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 THE HEAVENS OPENED UP God made me an angel Who was sent for me to love In his eyes he placed the stars In my heart he placed his love His word penetrate my heart His smile makes me come undone For the heavens opened up and sent me the perfect one A beautiful vision Instilled within my heart His love holds me together When my life is falling apart We have a bond that cannot break A love that cannot fall apart He is apart of my soul And co-creator of my heart He is the gift I've always dreamed of For someone in heaven heard my plea For the heavens opened up And entrusted one of their angels to me Copyright, Mary Sambas, 1999 Lilscooby4@AOL.com.   A LOVE THAT COULD HAVE BEEN I saw you last night With your little friend; I guess I was a fool to believe in this love I've been trying to defend. You've teased me along with your hollow promises And your childish games of pretend; Where are you now that I'm watching This love come to a bitter end? I stayed with you through all the times you hurt me, Because I was focusing on the goal; Now I have only half a heart left, When before you, it was whole. But now there's nothing left For me to try to piece together again; There's just too many fragments Of a love that could have been. © Shannon D. Montgomery, 1999 Catgurrl@aol.com IF I REALLY CARED I look you in the eyes when you talk to me'd I'd think about what you're saying rather than what I'm going to say next; I'd hear your feelings as well as your words. If I really cared . . . I'd listen without defending; I'd hear without deciding whether you're right or wrong; I'd ask you why, not just how and when and where. If I really cared . . . I'd allow you inside of me; I'd tell you my hopes, my dreams, my fears, my hurts; I'd tell you where I've blown it and when I've made it. If I really cared . . . I'd laugh with you but not at you; I'd talk with you and not to you; And I'd know when it's time to do neither. If I really cared . . . I wouldn't climb over your walls; I'd hang around until you let me in the gate. I wouldn't unlock your secrets; I'd wait until you handed me the key. If I really cared . . . I'd love you anyhow; But I'd ask for the best that you can give And gently draw it from you. If I really cared . . . I'd put my scripts away, And leave my solutions at home. The performances would end. We'd be ourselves. - Author Unknown - IN SILENCE I HATE Because we are so silent in this dark and angry place The only remnant of our love, are the tears upon my face The confusion has been lifted and the pain has settled in No recollection of who we were or what we could've been The days we shared have come and went And blessed are the words, that you never meant Dare you say you love me and then walk out on me Left me hopeless and destroyed by disbelief Now filled with pain, I struggle to move on With the lingering feeling of your presence Of our love, that is now gone I close my eyes and hope and pray That you come back to me someday But this foolish dream is only what we'll never be The heavenly illusion of what used to be, you and me. © Mary Sambas, 1999 Lilscooby4@AOL.com. THE DAY IS COMING The day is coming upon us soon, when into my arms you will run. I feel it in my heart and my soul, as sure as the rising Sun, Climbs high into the midday high, Chasing away the darkness and moon. Filling our lives with the warmth of its rays and telling of love that will soon, Blossom and grow like the Morning Rose, Its petals all covered with dew, Refreshed and waiting to give to me, the beauty that is all of you. From your head to your toe I will relish it all and partake of the pleasures you give. To take you into my heart and my home, where together forever we'll live. My perfect companion, help mate and wife, My soul mate that's beyond any measure, You've given to me the keys to the gates that allow me to sample your pleasure. Deep in my heart forever you'll stay, never to be wanting again, the love and devotion that we all need, to erase all of the past hurt and pain. I love you my Darling, words cannot convey, the depth of my love for you. Nor expression of feelings can cover it all As hard as I try to do. My hopes and fears, my dreams and desires, are all wrapped up into this. A want, a need, a burning inside To give you a life of pure bliss. Will we have our times of trouble and pain, Without doubt, but I promise you here, I'm quick to forgive, and I'm quick to resolve, And even faster to kiss off a tear. When you hurt, I hurt, when you cry I do too, I feel your pain and your sorrow. Rest well my love, I will make all things better, And give us a brighter tomorrow. Where we'll walk in the rain, make love in the ocean, and stand under a waterfall, Repledging our love, and our total devotion, And giving each other our all. The day is coming when soon you and I, will no longer be "I" and "You." But rather we'll come, together as one And "WE" will become "ONE" so true. © Michael Robinson, 1999 mr1057@earthlink.com HOPE It's magic and it's free It's not in a prescription It's not in an IV. It punctuates out laughter, It sparkles in our tears, It simmers under sorrows, And dissipates our fears. Do you know what Hope is? It's reaching past today, It's dreaming of tomorrow, It's trying a new way, It's pushing past impossible It's pounding on the door, It's questioning the Answers, It's always seeking more, It's rumors of a breakthrough, It's whispers of a cure, A roller coaster ride Of remedies, unsure. Do you know what Hope is? It's candy for the soul, It's perfume for the spirit, To share it, makes you Whole. - Author Unknown - MY WILD AUSTRALIAN ROSE She came from the outback, where nature and botany grows. Koalas and kangas, hopping on their toes. Horses and riding, are the things that she knows. She is my sweet lady, My Wild Australian Rose. The love I feel in my heart, is real and it grows. Hour by hour and day by day it never, ever, slows. I want her for my very own, my love for her it flows, straight into the heart of her, My Wild Australian Rose. The things that she can do to me, No one ever knows. Her love, her life, it is so rare, why is it me she chose? To spend her life together with, a Yank who's life he owes, Fair dinkum, it is her I love, My Wild Australian Rose. I really am so fortunate, to find my Ozzie Rose, I'm careful, tender, loving too, she thrives on love from those, Things I do to give to her my love and how it shows, the garden's big, but there's just one Wild Australian Rose. © Michael Robinson, 1999 mr1057@earthlink.com MYSTERIA I have often found myself looking at the stars, Dreaming of a wonderful and peaceful place. I would imagine that I lived in this paradise, But in reality it would just be a simple thought. I named this place Mysteria, every thought Imagined would be magnified tenfold, Every object would just take me away from The chaos in the reality of existence. I would always be heartbroken to wake up From this place, for I knew that I would only have to run away to this place which would Be forbidden from the chaotic world. © Benjamin A. McDade, 1999 Bradillion@aol.com STRINGS Everyone is against me, only I can believe In my own thoughts. Yet I feel that I Am out of control with everything. There is Something among my tattered soul, which I have yet to understand, and I get Tangled in a lonely sorrow's darkness. I can take this silence no longer! Even The air lays still to this dreadful overcast, Which hangs not only overhead, but also In my soul. I scream to break the Chaotic Peacefulness, yet no one hears My long, and agonizing yell for help. No matter how much I run, I am always In the same place. Fearing the inevitable I fall to my knees shedding my unknown Tears to the ground which lies before me. All of a sudden I stand again, as if I was picked up and put in my place. I look unto my arms and see thin lines Which rise above me. My feet and other Parts among me had strings on them as well. Pondering, I look up and I become confused, For I see a giant which looks like me. He Held the strings and moved me about. Finally stopping the endless movement, I Cry to myself because of those I hurt. I cry for those I turned my back upon, Because I truly understand this emotion. All the time I thought myself to be out Of control, I was the one in control... The times you think that you are out of Control, think twice, because you always were. © Benjamin Adam McDade, 1999 BAMoont@aol.com DESOLATE BATTLE A cold wind blows, storms appear, The worst is now known about our fear. Trembling with hate and dispair so clear, Why must life at time be without cheer? Shadows amongst us, twirling around, Holding our silence is so profound. Listening to the non-existant sound We hid as our hearts beat and pound. Desolation upon us, wasting away, Holding ourselves prisoner in the month of May. Destroying us without a word or say, Cannot we live peace one lonesome day. Fighting with passion, our swords in hand, We slay the dragon, and we still stand. Taking out victory to tell other lands, Our battle is never over on desolate sands. © Benjamin Adam McDade, 1998 SirFiere@aol.com BREAKING AWAY Time after Time, The Sun Rises and Falls. Day after Day, I wait for your calls. Waiting and Wondering, staring at walls. Hoping and Praying, You'll come to me after all. You want me when he goes to work at night. You need me whenever he's away. You love me when you and him get into a fight. But Baby, I gotta have a whole lot more. Just remember this as I walk out the door. I want you when the Moon passes by. I need you when the sea changes tide. I love you more with each sunrise. But Baby, it's hard to keep my love in line. When I'm lonely most of the time. I'm tired of being a puppet on a string. You made me miss out on a lot of things. Now you'll wish you had treated me right When you see me with someone new tonight. © 1998 by Kynan Dene Whelchel Whelchel@USA.Net WHY THESE WORDS I WRITE There are many moments when I carry sorrowful burdens, And hold it all inside. I try to keep the darkness within, But there is only one way to contain its chaotic pride. The shivering of my soul, the scars of my life, I have yet To find a solution to make it all disappear into eternity. There are many ways to run from the pain, and ways to Ignore its simple strain. Yet time allows it to return One hundred fold. I can contain the agony for a long Struggling time, except when it turns into my worst fear. The fear of being alone and seen only by shadows. If I do not write my words of emotion, I fall into a deep Depression. To some it may seem as an obsession. Only I call it a love that will never leave me, or a friend That will never turn its back. They are the words I set Upon the paper before me. The gate to all hope within me. It allows me to fulfill my heart's pain by setting it upon A poem which deals with love. Many think that it is Sad or happy, and even at times lovely, but to me it Is a hope to extinguish the scars of my past and to Return me to the real world which lies before my wet eyes. © Benjamin Adam McDade, 1999 SirFiere@aol.com THE COLOR OF LOVE I set out to find The Color of Love, searching here and there But much to my surprise my eyes couldn't find The Color of Love anywhere As I was walking along the oceans shore, a raindrop touched my face And every member within my body felt the vibration of its trace First touched my heart, it caused my spirit to flow so free then I thought, My God, The Color of Love must be within me slowly closed my eyes so that my soul could embrace the rain then kicked my shoes off releasing my feet from their chains As I held my head back, letting the raindrops touch my face I could feel my spirit freely flowing to a perfect time and place Softly the wind blew a kiss upon my skin then I thought, My God, The Color of Love must be within I said to my soul, as it directed me to undress my spirit so it too could enjoy the rain what about those people who’ll see me? It said in spirit we are all the same Slowly my hands begin to undress my spirit and my flesh fell to the sand My spirit began to run and run caressing the feeling of being born again While running on the beach in complete nudity with the rain touching the depth of my soul I though to myself, The Color of Love is the story of life, waiting to be told Then came the sunset, as it painted itself beneath the ocean blue And the beauty of the moon and all the stars danced around it too As I continued to run along the oceans shore with the raindrops and the wind My spirit softly whispered, to find The Color of Love, follow the path that leads within © Alicia Lightsey-Pena, 1999 cwhiz@flashcom.net LOST IN THOUGHT Lost in thought I imagine the dark ages, Where dragons soared with wings spread Wide piercing the untamed sky. I see Knights of glory and loyalty to their King, With an apprentice following his hopes And dreams, to find a solemn, silent stare. Lost in thought I live in a peaceful World that no longer tolerates the wicked, Destruction of war. Everyone works Together, and none are left alone. Yet something seems out of place, this World is not the truth, it is not real. Lost in thought, I wish never to wake, For I would return to my everlasting Battle that I grow tiresome from, with Only a hope that things will change. A Hope, or dream it simply is not around. For to my thoughts I am only shortly abound. © Benjamin Adam McDade, 1999 SirFiere@aol.com POWDER PUFF I have the dearest powder puff, she's so dear and sweet to me. I treat her like she's made of gold, cause she means everything to me. I saved all of my pennies in a big jar, then every other year, I buy my powder puff a brand new car. I drive it home and then, while I'm on the street, you see the whole neighborhood asking to sit on the seat. They all want to go for a ride around town. The next thing I knew, my powder puffs new white car was brown. I washed it all up clean and bright, then my powder puff says to me, "Darling, it's all right." I hold my powder puff close and tight. She is the love of my life and glows in the night. © DrSorrows@aol.com 1998 LOVERS TO FRIENDS THE CIRCLE COMPLETE Her eyes sparkled when she smiled ... like diamonds and emeralds in the skies Her soul was open for him to see ... whenever she talked or smiled or cried Like lightning hit his soul whenever she touched him .. even with only her eyes She was part of him like no one before had ever been ... or even tried Parts of his heart that had died and lay in pieces she held to her chest His life had been shattered but a smile hid the pain from the world She told him things and let him say things that set her apart from all the rest In the days and nights that followed into an abyss his heart was hurled She was the light in his soul that let him see where he was going On a journey that was caused by a loves strong yearning She stood by him as he grew back into a man ... a long trip full of pain But in the end her love was enough for him to make the gain But circumstances did not allow this couple to stay in their heaven But even as the pain ripped through them both ... and tears came in torrents They knew that they would never be the same as they were when ... They first touched each other and kissed and laughed and whence Their lives were at once fulfilled and altered forever and then They both realized that instead of losing a lover ... they had found a friend. © RadInfo1@aol.com 1999 SHELBY The sunlight streamed across her fiery hair My heart leaped as I even thought I might dare Walk up to her and say, "hello" or even, "hi" Always afraid she would only say, "good bye" Her beauty filled my heart and mind and soul Like a snowball down a hill begins to roll My feelings started out as a simple flirt But have built faster than possible for cert My days begin with her on my mind Every day I see how much she is a one of a kind Her friendship puts a smile across my face Life is about living not winning a race Patience and understanding have to be in abundance For past, present and future are all wrapped up in our dance Hearts and heads do wage their own battle Sometimes like a cowboy strapped in his saddle Riding a bronco and hanging on for dear life My feelings are hard to control and sharp as a knife Each day I see her the joy in my life increases Listening to her voice ... always pleases She opens her heart and shares with me her secrets And wonders when I will run from each of those tidbits Our Friendship has grown to be very strong And no matter the future I will always long... to be her friend and hold her in my arms And one day seduce her with my wily charms To kiss.. and hug and hold through the night A strong brave candle who fills my day with light Shining in the darkness and out glorying the sun Seeing her ... talking to her... is always fun My feeling go deeper than mere words can convey Across the miles ... I feel her at night ... during the day Her skin .. her smile .. her fiery hair .. her gold flecked eyes Winning her heart is my goal .. with honesty and trust and never lies No man knows what the future may hold But I lay and dream and be ever so bold You ... Me ... only time shall see Where we will end up and what we will be But love is worth taking a chance ... and taking it slow 'Cause you are a lady that I truly want to know Inside and out ... upside and right ... Friends forever and through the night Where will we go? what shall we do? Only time will tell ... but never forget that my eyes are for you Dreams are made so we can create our own future... Well my dreams are filled with a lady so demure. © RadInfo1@aol.com 1999 Please visit my other website, POETRY! YES! NOW! at http://maxpages.com/poetryyesnow It's a little different than this one, but I think you'll enjoy it as much and maybe more. 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