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Some tidbits I have writen

If I could only touch your face
be wormed by your gentle grace.
If I could only hold your hand
hold you in the place we stand.
If my lips could only know your kiss
join you in a moment of bliss.
If I could only see your smile
behold your love for a little while.
At times when I dream of you
it feels so good it must be true.
And when I wake I find your gone
I wish you where here at the crack of dawn.
                                                                     for Ducky,
 
 

Silence is the sound not heard.
Stillness is the action not seen.
in silence we here who whispers
in stillness we see who remains
Listen to the silence.
Watch the stillness.
for much is not to be heard
and more is not to be seen
                                         for you,
 

A vine draped on a tree
A lamb placed on an alter
A tear from a fathers eyes
A bridge for all to cross
A hope for all to get home
A place of gentle rest
A light for all to see
A place of lasting love
A place all my own
A bandege on a broken world
A rose for ashes of destruction
A way to live a good life
Two arms ready to embrace
                                            for StoL,

A crystal pond,
for a fragile human world.
A silent stone,
for a gentel lamb slane.
A sleeping fish,
woken by a wave of love.
A silent ripple,
from one to another spoken.
A story of old,
the life we live today.
A ray of light,
from morning still to come.
A reaveling day,
of a pond rippled with life.
                                        for StoL, 

In a world of dark where cruel things lark
In the bitter of night when things just aren't right
Or out in the cold to scared to be bold
A light to dim on a pole to slim
That bends in the wind to the ground as if pined
If your life is like this void of all bliss
Try to smile It may take a while
But in a short time bells will but chime
For in your dark world a smile has lit
                                             for maysa,

I opened my eyes to the light of the world
And there I saw your smile
I sat up from in the midst of my little toys
And there I saw your smile
I tried to walk to you but fell down again
And there I saw your smile
I stood up from the dirt with bloody hands
And there I saw your smile
I got home from school with tears in my eyes
And there I saw your smile
I needed to talk about so many new things
And there I saw your smile
I gave you a hug and said good bye
And there I saw your smile
I turned-round to see if you were still there
And there I saw your smile
I woke up this morning and in my mind
There I saw your smile 
                                 for mom,

When flowers bloom in the desert sand
And petals unfold like an opening hand
And a sprinkled rainfall showers down
Settling on the ground like a silver crown

After that the flower stands alone
Scorched by sun, wind and flying stone
Torn apart, ripped into tattered shreds
Its wonderful petals now simple threads

When a flower dies beneath the moving sand
And is covered in that wich made it stand
And there it lies underneath never found
Passes its life unto a seed in the ground

Waiting for that one cold day
The whole world just seems to pray
For showers to bring back from doom
This simple desert springtime bloom
                                                            for StoL,

I colored my hair in dark blue dye
to hide the shame I felt inside
I pierced my tong to see if it hurt
when you looked at me with cold eyes
my world was lost in your mind
so made my home in oblivion
I tried to make you scream in fear
and lost my self in angry rage
I never meant to make you cry
just wanted you to see my hurt
but my home is in oblivion
look at me and what do you see
is it my pain and fear or more
this and that are both the same
really Im just lost in side my mind
a cold dark place in oblivion

                                              for dad,

green is life
the food we eat
blue is life
the stuff we drink
yellow is life
that makes green grow
that makes waves upon blue blow
                                                           for StoL,

A silver tear

on a pale red cheek

a breath of wind

through soft brow hair

a place of rest

a pillow soft and growing cold

an empty chair

around a warm winter stove

two tender eyes

looking down from above

tenderly watching

a child on his way home

a silent prayer

to a heart of compassion

a gentle hand

leading all the way

a golden tear

on a pale white cheek

two mothers arms

to the door opening wide

                              for mom,

 

I lived in a little box

Warm and happy with all my kind

Nice and cozy I spent my days

 

Till one day I got shook up

My box was opened, light came in

Spun around and tipped right over

 

Drowning in cloudy white sea

I try to swim, but unlucky for me

I have no arms or legs to use

 

Gaping in horror I see you there

Like a mountain high and strong

Looking happy like nothing is wrong

 

Lifted up I fly away

Its cold up hear, it could be me

My skin is soaked and I am limp

 

Scared and alone, cold and wet

My kind call me with open mouths

Almost here a cave is coming near

 

I gasp for breath and all I find

Is more white liquid even here

Why do you call me a Cheerio?

                                                for bert,

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