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LAST DANCE

He touched my hands 
I started my feet
Surrendering my will to the power of his lead
Yielding and supple
I spun through his arms
Stepping, swinging
Swept away in his control 
Rhythmic energy  
Intimately free 
In passionate fantasy 

The music stopped 

Last dance

Susan (a/k/a Suli) Harrigan (c) Suli98@aol.com

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A NIGHT IN THE LIFE


1AM

Counting stars instead of sheep

Give way to dark

Lie awake this eve

After making my mark

With the sun

2AM

Wishes turn to different time

With no reason

Self in pantomime

Not found in season

With the sun

3AM

Frustrated I try to rest

Black nights provide 

No sleep for the stress

The unconscious died

With the sun

4AM

Dead is the soul that longs to

Dream one time more

Dream of a white moon

In a blue sky or

With the sun

5AM

Whether I like it or naught

Stirring mildly

Mind busy with thought

Window gleams wildly

With the sun

Chuck Reimer (c) genex@cybrzn.com

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A FAIRY TOLD

For this once upon a time.
There was no promise made.
Just a vague moment,
a brief vision, that constantly replays,
but threatens to fade.

Time be kind.
Time, pardon my infatuating sight,
but leave my heart's cautious voice of reason,
that it may dictate this night.

My emotions seem damned.
This curse on my soul,
and I have vowed to never return to that place.
That soft heart of old.

I will ask my free spirit
to bend my heart's will
and persuade it to contradict it's words.
Infatuating thoughts I pray be healed,
for my soul has seen what is truly real.
You have not viewed these eyes so deep.
They rival the silence of an angel's sleep,
and if my soul so it
then let my heart reap.

She echoes a voice. . .
A strong soothing voice
and by my free spirit only. . .
it is heard.

Kevin Newsome (c) k_newsome10@hotmail.com

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CASTLE OF MEMORIES

Still I see you everywhere
Seems never-ending, this pain
A private storm raging at itself
And no one hears the thunder
Nobody hears my thunder anymore

You could have been the one
But now that love is dead
Like a veteran of war, I have retreated
In my private castle, alone with my tears

Once broken, too many times
A heart so open, was offered up
And what had survived, in the end
Was burned

And that warrior, that strong righteous warrior
Taken down by the smallest arrow
Yes again, taken down by Love's stabbing pain
Reels, seeing nothing but you

And truth
Scaring all who dare look upon it
Healing those who will listen to it's music
And I can't hear it, wouldn't hear it
A fool in his castle evermore

"Time will bring truth," a voice called to him
And the ghosts in the castle fled
With all your memories
Like an empty mirror, revealing nothing
And everything

In this reflection there are no tears
For truth has seeped inside the castle
And light is blinding me now
Frightening me now
For a new journey calls.....

Cole Johnson (c) ColeJ@SWOG.fhcrc.org
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METAMORPHOSIS

I, like the Phoenix rising out of the ashes, here I am again.
A rainbow hiding in the clouds after an early morning rain.
A diamond buried underneath tons of useless rock
A new battery in an old rusted clock.

An old house being repainted in a bright hue
Old, worn-out furniture being replaced with new
A tree turning green and budding with flowers in the Spring
A Frisbee in a forgotten closet that you can still fling.

A caterpillar in a cocoon waiting to change
Like different types of flowers I need to arrange
I feel like I'm climbing a treacherous mountain, trying to get to the top
Sometimes I feel like a merry-go-round that won't stop.

Ah  Life! - It awakens the senses and hardens the heart
And breaks you out of your cocoon gradually devouring each part
It changes you not into the moth you were many years gone by,
But emerges you as a beautiful, free butterfly.

Jill Ann Montgomery (c) Ladymerlin40@hotmail.com

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UNTITLED

It is impossible to imagine life 
without your chaotic existence.
Your troubles manifest me, 
making me you.
I thrive on your lifestyle of sadness and despair, 
breathing your hatred as if it were my 
only source of air.
Your words are a cancerous virus 
growing uncontrollably in my veins,
making me lose the essence that is me, 
to transform into the venom of you. 

Akilah Holyfield (c) jazisag@mindspring.com