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To: bentfeather
Ahhh, broken hearts and lost love, and DREK!:

A broken note of a dream long gone
The faded promises of a love long ago betrayed
It used to be that she dreamed of me
But I no longer float in her dreamscape sky.
She's all I still see
And I cannot hide the tears in my eyes.
Somehow it all fell apart
Wanted us to be together again
Somewhere the road was lost
And we wander in the mist in silence
And it's all a memory floating on the dust
Was I too hard to hold?
Was I a thorn of ice to you?
Pleasing to see but never meant to belong?
Did the song in the night turn to shrieks of rage?
How did it all end like this
Silence where once we laughed
A chilly step where there was once a path
I think of what was so often
And I wish there was more to see
The pain inside is so cruelly killing me
But I've drifted to the dark side of me.
And sing the broken notes from a dream long gone.
830 posted on 09/27/2003 11:36:54 AM PDT by Darksheare (I will not _____the Dems. I will not_____the Dems. I will not _____the Dems. I will not_____the Dems)
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To: Darksheare; bentfeather; snippy_about_it; SAMWolf; Flurry
Since everyone here has a cold, I
came up with a little rhyme.

Green goo is in my shoe.
Warn me please, when you sneeze...

Gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling all
over, doesn't it? (ha ha)
831 posted on 09/27/2003 1:09:26 PM PDT by Darkchylde (Publishable Menacing Inc.)
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To: Darksheare; SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Darkchylde; Flurry; HairOfTheDog; Rhyminsimon; Samwise; ...


In the diamond mine of me
sparkles a brilliance for you to see
the beauty of the inner me...

A soul of love and fealty
reflections of a personality
tried by fire and reality
in a crucible of agony
freed by maturity and reality
near the edge of time
listening to the planets rhyme
and sing their songs in heavenly places
and smiles on cherubs little faces
fluttering little golden wings
of gossamer and fragile things
above the birds and dragon flies
laughing at the butterflies
weaving, dipping on the wind
skating on a crystal thin layer of ice

oh yes, this is my place, this is my home,
I'm not alone...
My diamond mine shines free
for all the world to look and see
the beauty of the soul that is me...

bentfeather
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All Rights Reserved


832 posted on 09/27/2003 1:49:08 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poets Write for Truth)
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