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HE LOOKED BEYOND Running through fields of loneliness, pain and shame, Stumbling over heartbreak and teardrops, I knew I would fall. And I fell flat on my back, so I could only look up. I looked beyond the clouds to see my all in all. He looked beyond my loneliness, pain and shame And told me whenever I get lonely to call out his name. He unbroke my heart and he soothed all my fears And with his Holy Breath, he blew away all my tears. He looked beyond my undeveloped faith and lack of spiritual depth And preceded to keep me when I didn't want to be kept. He looked beyond my weakness in the face of temptation And gave me strength beyond the extent of my imagination. He looked beyond my polished exterior and right into my soul The gave me the love I needed to be made whole. He - my king, my divine daddy, my heavenly father - Looked beyond me and saw a broken vessel in need of the potter. Monique N. Fradieu (c) from her book "divine"email@example.com =========================================================== COBWEBS IN THE CORNER Cobwebs in the corner........... In the corner of the room, it sits Like a monument to failure.. The chair she had bought for him to relax on, For him to talk to on Bought for his next time.. The house holds all the reminders that even the screen cannot contain The toys she purchased for him To make things easier, to make him happy stand like supple reminders that she was not wanted A ring lying carelessly on the computer Touching it lightly she stares into the distant past She remembers how it felt when it slipped on her hand As they lie with one another in her bed and the glows of love still flickered The candlesticks, a present from a friend He was so eager to open and helped her to display His curiosity, like a child's, warmed her heart They lie hidden amidst the cluttered disarray, trying not to be seen But, the moon and sun shine out to her to remember the scene She rubs her finger where the permanent indentation is, another constant reminder of her silent loss Absently stroking her finger, until the stab of pain begins, she dismisses the thoughts Then turning again, she is assailed by another thing he touched... He is everywhere....why? She sees him eating, and smiling, it races vividly back to the foreground How can it be that someone who occupied such a short span of time in her world should have been able to leave an indelible mark? Why can they not be eradicated so that she can just live without a moments thought of him, and the pain would fade The house has been swept clean time and again but the memories pop out from their hiding places A small word, the laugh she loved, the kiss that echoed in her mind why can't they be forgotten? His touch, tentative..shy His mind so sharp, the ideas there, excitement when he spoke She tried now to organize her useless time with deeds that do not get done, Instead she works until the visions begin and then she stops She cannot turn off the memories Memories of the one that became for her supposedly, the "One" So instead of moving past, the past attracts her like the magnet Speeding back in time to the laughter and caresses back to the split seconds she held so dear, that sustained her through so long knowing no more memories will be made The minute seconds that drove her on, realization of how little she had touched him The voice that talks to her in the night and will never speak again Why do we only remember the good memories, Altering perceptions, after the pain has destroyed? Why can we not remember how hurt and tiny one felt when he was near? Why does the sweet laughter come now instead of the derisive laugh that tore her apart? Why does the twinkle emerge now to take the place of the sneer she had known for so long? And why can't she think of how he planned and lied and manipulated her, ................when she sees the tiny cobwebs in the corner? Sandra Bushell (c) SatinFrog@aol.com =========================================================== 5AM Sometimes I lay awake a night the silence dripping blood drops in my ear Wishing, all over again, that I could hear your sounds of sweetness and not this fear Sometimes I lay awake at night when others rest their weary heads with peace of mind, on love-filled beds. these are the hours I've come to dread having, I feel, no more tears to shed Sometimes I lay awake at night until the sun peeks from its cloud and how the silence grows so loud with emptiness only I've allowed Sometimes I lay awake and I wonder if you're okay as I think of things that I should say thinking that your love will stay but, in a flash, it's gone away Sometimes, like tonight, I lay awake I don't even have the strength to pray but as the night turns into day and images of you fade away faith tells me I will be okay. Tyese Dantzler (c) firstname.lastname@example.org =========================================================== SOUNDS FROM AN OPEN DOOR "Some one help me", she screams As she falls against the hallway wall "I love you", he says The door slams, leaving heavy echoes that shatter strength Her pounds weigh on the door like shackles on a prisoners wrist While the fear of loneliness forces her to stay Screams gain volume her will grows silent like a tragedy in the night that goes unnoticed As the fist falls on the already bruised face "Tell me you love me", she says "I need to hear it" "Hit me again, so I can feel love" "Lie to me again, as you say it's alright" "Look at this face to see your touch" Night passes pain remembers bodies move the mirror reflects a face that shouldn't be there The dim light reveals lines that hide from the sun dank coated whispers evoke past dreams that died in youth The cold floor beneath retraces miles traveled that brought her here The taste of blood forces her to pray While the words echo off these stained walls Paul Dahlke (c) =========================================================== UNKNOWN FACES My Friend, the Unknown face... You drifted into my mine like the wind. Innocent acquaintances, thanks for sharing your thoughts with mine. You gave me friendship in a needed time. A Beautiful memory you will always be. Having just a gentle flirtation inside of me. It was a stimulating HELLO with thoughts of a sunny day. My sorrowfulness was lifted from my unknown dismay. Wherever you may be at this time. JUST Know, the caring you showed kept me in line. YOU are the unknown face. A friend in a cold place. You were there for me. No more than a friend, Yet Unknown to you, a friend you will always be to me. Marilyn Antoinette Marshall (c) MBeeHoney@webcom.com =========================================================== A BLACK MAN He knows better times are coming even if they're no where in sight how can he win the battle? He needs something in which to fight. Let him enjoy his freedom, take away those invisible chains, when will happiness replace worry which invades his brain? When he's mistreated he's asked to understand. Well mountains aren't molehills, pleasure isn't pain. He's truly a special person, I've witnessed his traits, time and time again. Who you ask is this hero? He's A Black Man! Tina Marie Clark (c) email@example.com
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