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"When I see something as simple and free,   As an earthbound, strong, yet windblown tree, My eyes deceive me as I stare and gaze,   Then my heart sees within, clearly, through the maze. I often pond..."

"From inside, looking out, I feel a distance, wanna shout. . . . It's confusing . . . Never amusing I don't belong here, there's no doubt. Hour follows hour, day upon day, I'm still wonde..."

"In times of quiet, I often can hear, That moment of silence, so crystal clear. When solitude surrounds me, I speak a soft prayer, And ask God to watch you . . . somewhere out there. Then I ask Him t..."

"I lay down my head and close my eyes tight, When I am weary and ready for night. It's then that I know I can finally rest, Relaxing my mind, I breathe deep in my chest. As I start to slumber and drif..."

"If I ever had to be something that I was not, I think I'd choose to be, a present you once got. I'd be a special Christmas gift, for you when you were little, Wrapped up tight with hearts and kisses, ..."

"To breathe the air of a thousand years, To pick a star that has seen a million tears, To see a sunrise on the Serenghetti, To be there for you - always steady. To ride the clouds of a northern front,..."

"The touch of a baby's first little reach, Fresh, furry fuzz, on a ripened peach, A whispering breeze, blowin' here and there, The cute round tummy of a teddy bear. The warm fur of a sleepin' kitty ca..."

"Life, itself, is a precarious notion, Balancing physical, with mind and emotion, Striving daily, with desire to achieve, Accumulating whatever, before we must leave. Each individual, when viewed from..."

"Dusk settling . . . the blacknight eases forth wrapping his huge arms around . . . . . . and between . . . us. My calm remains . . . I will remember you, alone - in the blacknight's care, because ...."

"Purity and life find home as soulmates touch . . . . . . blending beyond here or now, and giving birth to understanding. Love moves there . . . and lives . . . . . . when wings cross. Before time in..."

"Long and lacy, silk starts dripping, From sheer - off shoulder - slipping. Gravity pulls, curves relinquished, Clothes to floor, touch established. Fingertip traces a long outline, From arm to should..."

"When cold comes creepin' 'round to stay, 'long 'bout when leaves do fall. Tis then I miss those mountain nights, and logs I had to haul. For ne'er was made a real fireplace, that burned without it..."

"Watching a candle flicker and dance, pushing shadows around. Sensing callings from my past, ghosts without a sound. Ceasing all thoughts before they come, wanting to be left alone. Wax weakening..."

"There's a silly question that I've always kept. Whether Teddy Bears dreamed whenever they slept. And, if they do, what do they see in there . . . In the night's darkness - perhaps their soul-bear? And..."

"Bullys abound and always will Life deals out a lot of swill. Things don't work out, more often than not And when you want cold, you somehow get hot. When it says push, you have to pull The best food ..."

"Three wee fleas . . . livin' on a pup. One began bitin' . . . wakin' Rover up. Scratchin' and itchin' . . . he couldn't find a one. Laid back down . . . a sleepin' in the sun. Second little flea . . ...."

"Not wishing to entertain boredom, or appear in a book with a hat . . . my cat . . . Runs and Tears and Jerks . . . . . . until . . .                                                     . . . he stop..."

"Prison is found, back behind the eyes, Reluctance to try, full of sighs. Visions gone blurry, out of focus, Lost to ourself, to them, to us. Loads get heavier, no help in sight, Pangs get deeper, a da..."

"There seldom exists in this world we live, Qualities of man that are worthy to give, A chance to believe, hope, and insight, Smiles and hugs, a light in the night. When these qualities appear in some..."

"Caring but helpless . . . . . . shackled feelings abound. Mind becomes tired . . . . . . hear the same old sound. Marching quickly, nowhere . . . . . . always turning around. Looking deep into mirror..."

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