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MY LOVE

I'd run a thousand miles for your smile,
And run a million for your kiss.
If I had but one wish it would be to spend forever in your arms.
You are so incredibly caring.
My love is deeper than the ocean,
Stronger than steel.
Forever isn't long enough to tell you how I feel.
You're the only one who shines on me like the morning sun.
I'm counting the seconds until I see you again,
And I cannot bare another moment apart from you.
I think life altogether will never be the same.

Sami864@yahoo.com

World Weary

I am the ghost of me.
Always standing two steps behind.
Just a shadow really of the real me.
Sensing everything, but locked in my mind
utterly unable to alter to alter reality.
I am bound, dumb, but not blind.
People are made of glass and I see into their hearts,
fearing always what I will find.

I am weary, weary of being tongue tie,
the shackles made of love and fear,
a thousand trial conversations,
made of thoughts and words I can't share.
I am trying myself, guilty of being alive,
every person, judge and jury made unaware.
The juries out, but I condemn myself each day,
as into every pair of eyes I stare.

Stephen Wilson

Melodies
5.19.99
Adam Herring

There is music that I hear
gentle whispers speaking
in the cool dark night
The words I hear
sooth my troubled soul
As the sounds get louder
I am awakened by them
and cannot regain my sleep
It troubles me until I am reborn
a soul transformed by the melodies

Tomorrow

Tomorrow will forever be
A day I most look toward

The adventure of a new beginning
And a time not yet explored
Each day is different than the last
And offers something new
So walk a path untraveled
And get a different view
Tomorrow is the hope for more
Than what you have today
A journey through a time unknown
For whatever comes your way
Tomorrow is the future
Take time to breathe new air
Then stop and smell the flowers
Along the way somewhere
Tomorrow brings just what it will
It’s not your choice to make
Embrace it though with optimism
And, of it, do partake
It is a time to start afresh
With the coming of the dawn
Tomorrow has become today
And yesterday is gone

Chuck Pool
CPool71148@aol.com

ANOTHER DAY

Another day is gone, the end of night is here.

What did this day mean, was it all in vain I fear.

What in this day did I accomplish, and what good

Deeds did I do.

The thought of what I have done today,

Going a thousand miles to help a stranger.

Going one step for a loved one.

Will it really mean anything tomorrow is what in my

Mind will linger.

Will any single person remember when a hundred

Years are gone.

Another day is gone; the end of the night is here.

What did this day mean, was it all in vain I fear.

Alan Hart
alanhart@wko.com

THE LILY by Rod Walford
arrwalford@clear.net.nz

Oh, elegant flower! how noble you tower
Your poise and your grace you display;
To catch by and by the beholder’s eye
Reflecting the new light of day.
Your bloom tells the story of nature’s full glory
The hand that designed you could only be Truth;
For only the power that conceived the first hour
Could so gift you with eternal youth.
There is none can compare with your beauty so rare
With your ballgown so verdant and fine;
Your complexion of white puts all darkness to flight;
Your creation a matter divine.
Your symmetry sings and your petals are wings
Lifting your gaze to the skies;
Caressed by the breeze, you acknowledge the trees
As they whisper enchanted replies.
As the dewdrops adorn your perfection of form
And you bask in your spotlight of gold;
I reflect on the pleasure you give beyond measure
To those with the time to behold.
As I ponder the mystery of your ancestral history
I stand humbled by feelings sublime;
You have changed not in time, since the Genesis line
Was first drawn on the vast sands of time.
Your magic is told in great stories of old
In manifold mention you feature;
But you reached highest glory in scriptural story
Crowned queen above all by the Teacher.

“ For I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory
is not arrayed likeone of these” Luke 12 v27.

An Eternity

If we were meant to be,
and we are not together,
just wait and see,
an eternity is forever.
Maybe not today,
maybe not tomorrow,
the time will pass away,
and you will be able to borrow.
To borrow my heart is one thing,
to chain a soul is another,
together we will sing
ad happiness,together,we will bring.

by Kim Baker.
kimberly@misn.com

Her Eyes
Written by smarsha2@wvu.edu

Soft in the moringing light
they gaze into my soul
they find(although i though that no one could)
the truth that lies within. A not so distant truth
which longhence forbidden to dance, to laugh, to cry.
Those were all banished-and yet a revolution has
filled the air and one glorious disenchanting
glance has set my soul ablaze. I do not know
who you are. Your eyes are my
only memory, so soft, so near.

TEARS
by Jenny C. Tullius
Davis6587@aol.com

I wish I was a tear in your eyes,
then I would run down your cheacks and die on your lips.
I wish you were a tear in my eyes,
then I would never cry, out of fear of losing you

We must never ask why,
God gave her wings to fly.
She is our angel above,
Showering us with her love.
So try not to cry,
For the angel that is up high.
She is in a better place,
With a smile across her face.
We will think of her often,
The angel god had not forgotten.
Her wings are shiny like gold,
Close to those arms she used to hold.
As time will come to pass,
We will look up at god and ask,
"Is our angel safe,
Is there a smile upon her face?"
The answer will be sunshine,
His answer for, "she is fine."
At that, let us wipe our eyes,
And look up to the sky as she flies.
No more will we ask, "why her?"
We know the answer that is for sure.
God had found an angel he'd forgotten,
So let us think of her often.

Dedicated to Danielle Ackerman

with love
LiLak15@aol.com

Weeping Willow

I sit peacefully under my Weeping Willow,
Looking at the sky above.
I think of fairies and fairy tales and all of fantasy.
Under my Weeping Willow Tree.
Every now and then I wonder,
Weeping Willow, why are you so sad?
So I asked her.
And one day Weeping Willow answered me.
She said to me that she was weeping for sad people
And I tried to cheer her up.
If you ever get a chance, talk to a Weeping Willow,
And make it smile again.

From: Meghan

IF......

If I was the sun and u were the stars
and it was night time and you were in the sky
i would keep myself from coming up in the morning
just so i could admire you and how good you look
if i had to come up in the morning i wouldn't want to because
i think people rather look at you then me
i would rather share the morning sky with you then hog it With my view
By:Bobby Salada

'SCULPTURE'

Troubled with thoughts from the past,
Knowing this piece inside won’t last.
Looking at the sea’s daughter,
Hope is running within her cool water.

Comfort lying within these winds,
It’s gentle breeze taking away my sins.
On this rock, I sit alone.
I feel safe sat on the stone

No-one around me. How good it feels.
With nature here at my heels.
Feeling at home in this humble spot,
I know my thoughts are all I’ve got.

Sit and think till time is though,
Look and stare at this lovely view.

FORGIVENESS

The leap of faith that I call trust,
returned to you at last,
no more lying to your eyes,
I've left that in the past.

Your mind at ease, set forth to dream,
bad memories removed, no more sleepless
shame filled nights, your hearts I've finally soothed.

My mind is finally free of hate,
though scars are here to stay.
We each must love each other now,
and cherish every day.

Written by DGuy859845@aol.com

Undying Love
Longer version of 'Forgiveness'Above

As Bitter words ring through the home
maternal bonds are torn.
Misguided curses find her heart
and leave her there to mourn.
Mourning for her eclipsed son,
her son that cannot shine,
for time away and time ill spent
now cloud his once clear mind.
Now loved ones gather by his side
to guide him forth today, the few who
still sincerely care he calmly turns away.
Away he runs to find himself, or so it
surely seems.
Chasing things he feels he loves, chasing
foolish dreams.
When did he change and go so wrong,
and who is there to blame?
The boy once known and loved so dear
is truly not the same.
Why has he gone? Why has he fled?
He runs from all that's right.
Fear of being wrong at all, now drives
him through the night.
Running blindly through his life, scars he does
recieve.
Along with some that he'd hand out,
to loved ones he'd decieve.
And days they passed, along with hope,
replaced by misery.
The pain that she most surely felt,
brought forth by that of he.
But just as all seemed surely lost,
the stranger reappeared,
ready now to change for good,
the storm had finally cleared.
The leap of faith that she called trust,
returned to her at last,
no more lying to her face,
he'd left that in the past.
Her mind at ease, set forth to dream,
the hurt was now removed,
no more sleepless, shameful nights,
her heart he'd finally soothed.
Her soul was finally free of pain,
though scars would surely stay.
The power of undying love
gives life to him today.

from: Doug DGuy859845@aol.com.

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