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FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS

If while pursuing distant dreams
Your bright hopes turn to grey,
 Don't wait for reassuring words
Or hands to lead the way.

For seldom will you find a soul
With dreams the same as yours,
Not often will another help you
Pass through untried doors.

If inner forces urge you
To take a course unknown,
Be ready to go all the way,
Yes, all the way alone.

That's not to say you shouldn't
Draw lessons from the best;
Just don't depend on lauding words
To spur you on your quest.

Find confidence within your heart
And let it be your guide.
Strive ever harder toward your dreams
And they won't be denied.

      Bruce B. Wilmer
..as submitted by W. Hosier
 

SILENT ADMIRER
( Rebecca Irvine )

This evening he's been watching her since
the dawn of creation. He's no longer a
breakfasting man, a creature of crumb,
heroically ignored shaving cuts,
bankmanager's

pasty. No, for several mutually exclusive
ages he's watched her string her lovely
words across the stratospheres and found
startling new skills to do with jewellery.

He has selected syllables, judicious
phrases, and rare, priceless pauses to
fashion into coronets, tiaras, and fiddly
gewjaws designed to enhance the ears of the
fecklessly inattentive

clouds. He's half a treasury of perfectly
fashioned sentences of his own, some to do
with courtly love, but rather more about the
way he'd like to polish bits of her to
reflect his own,his gold-

smith's fire, if only she'd be quiet. Then
again, let her talk forever. She has a
lovely throat, when it's exposed. And he's
at his fancy work again, fashioning
 polysyllabic chokers.

© Rebbeca Irvine
 
 

A single breath
(unknown)

While closing my eyes and opening my mind
I inhale deeply – a single breath
Pulling positive energy from the earth
And breathing it out into the universe
Releasing the joy and creativity inside of me.

A relatively simple act
But one easily brushed aside
For its apparent lack of impact
As inconsequential as

A single grain of sand falling
Journeying trough an hour glass
Signifying a millisecond
Or a moment forever lost from a life

Single note plunked on a piano
Ringing through an empty room
Signifying frustration
Or the inspiration for a beautiful piece of music

A single drop of water released
From the roof of a cave
Being lost on an already wet floor
Or enhancing with its silt a stalgamite.

A flash of vision in an empassioned moment
Blazing through a body
Spending its energy quickly
Or impacting on the soul completely integrated

A sigh - a single breath brought in response
To the sharing of a friend’s truth
Or a metaphysical extension of a hand in
Friendship between two souls
Releasing hopes and dreams of connectivity
 

A single breath – instinctively closing my eyes
And opening my mind, my heart my soul
Pulling positive energy from the earth
And breathing it out into the universe
Unleashing the joy and creativity inside of me

May 2000

My Christmas Gift:
(Unknown)
 

No tree to brighten the window.
Even though it is not our house.
No present to give my little bundle.
For the joy and laughter you have bestowed on us.

Next year we will have the biggest tree.
It will shimmer and glow for all to see.
The red ribbons and bows and wrapping paper too.
So next year darling Mommy won’t be so blue.

I am not so poor or so without to give you a special gift
 I will give you all that I have and all that I am.
I give you my heart
That no matter where you are
How near or how far.
That when you need me I will be there.

An ear to listen when no else is around.
Arms to hold you when you are feeling down.
A soft voice and tender words.
To let you know I care and understand the hurt.

And,
When my time is over and all is said and done.
I look below from up above and know that I have won.
For the lord has made me poor so I could understand.
That nothing compares to the love that you hold in your hands.
 

The Darker Side

Escape
(BlackWidow)

She sits within the corner tears streaming down her face
Isolated in her solitude lost within her space
Scenes flow throughout her memory of times so long ago
Her mind is stuck on replay, she’s trapped, no place to go

Mired in her misery… horror haunts her mind
She’s looked so hard for new escape… there’s non-for her to find
No one to truly miss her… no one to truly care
No one she feels would notice, if she wasn’t really there

She’s tired now of misery
She’s tired of the solitude
She’s tired of constant battling
Of what she has endured

What’s the point of struggling? Why the need to fight?
Does it really even matter… if she gave up now this night?
Why is she expected… to live this life of hell?
She knows there is no answer; she knows she wont get well

She wipes the teardrops from her eyes, as smile lights her face
Serenity and peace of mind… as hope takes horrors place
She knows now of the answer, to chase the terror and despair
Realisation what to do… escape from pain she has to bear

She rises from her corner moves from within her torture mind
She hunts throughout her house for all the bottles she can find
Taking a glass of water she swallows all she can consume
A smile on her velvet lips as she walks toward her room

Laying down her troubles as she lays upon her bed
A contented sigh of peacefulness as she lays down her troubled head
Idly she wonders just how long she’ll lay
Before finally some one notices and takes her body away

A single tear of solitude as she waits for deaths sweet touch
The cruelties of a harsh life she found at last too much
No more agony, no more pain, no more hate no fear
Her body grows colder to the touch… on her white cheeks a single tear

                                Blackwid0w
 
 

Foolish
( BlackWidow )

Foolish... to seek a demon... in his lair
all alone so he could see...
Come inside and test the ware
the demon said to me

swords hung high upon the wall...
a warning I should heed
but curse my weakness... curse my all
too desperate in my need

the demon smiled so sweetly
introduced me to his friend...
blue smoke soon rose completely...
my will my sense to bend

a hand moved...so gently paced...
not thinking there was more...
upon my shoulder softly placed...
a bolt drawn across the door

the cold feeling... of a swords caress
as I "willingly" did concede...
rough hands... a sweet request
a fear so real... I cursed the need

{… was it a trick of the mind
or was there more implied
was insinuation real
the answer I cant find  …}

distorted faces... fractured smiles...
a touch creeps upon my flesh...
blessed darkness as I close my eyes...
a sickening caress

{… was it a trick of the mind
or was there more implied
was insinuation real
the answer I can not find  …}

my mind screams as my flesh crawls
a struggle so weak...
as the demons maul...
locked in a rough embrace...
a single tear hot upon my face

{…  was it a trick of the mind
or was there more implied
was insinuation real
the answer I cant find  …}

                             Blackwid0w
 
 
 
 

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