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April 10^th 2005

This 'book' will involve your everyday things, or something that really doesn't have a single place to be. Your general stuff and will also have poems I did as a challenge at other sites.(Bold means it's a challenge poem and I lost.)Bold and italic means it's a challenge and I won.)

Natures Voice - 9:34 a.m. 6/21/05

Sitting in the center of a garden to unwind.
Nothing overtly breathtaking about it.
Scents of rose and rosemary fill the air.
The birds chirp and the bees hum
as eyes close to let themselves free.
Water rushing from a fountain of stone
splatters softly in a connecting bowl,
a constant steady rhythm of sound.
The wind blows and the trees rustle gently
a unpredictable rhythm of sound.
A voice emerges to hover at the edge.
It's not angelic or a voice of a rising star.
Just a voice of someone loving the act of song.
Rising and falling it catches the music it finds,
but it stays soft not conquering natures song.
Conjuring subtly hidden beauty that only ears see.
Slow and steady the garden continues to play.
Slow and steady the voice finally fades
into a life where natures music is rarely appreciated.

Without A Key - 5:22 p.m. 6/12/05

Chained by my obligations.
Framed with their notions.
Tamed from my temptations.

I'm no more then their illusion.
Trapt because I love them.
Surrounded by family but alone.
Without myself I'm falling apart.

My paper is ripped to pieces.
I've used up all my ink.
My canvas is covered in tears.
Paints dried up and useless.

I'm without the key to myself.
Caged by the people who love me.
Damned to forever be someone else.

...Unless I find courage to be myself.

A Guiding Whisper - 1:41 a.m. 4/1/05

With obsevant eyes you wait to see my world.
Shimmering and bright to a gnarled soul.
A flurry of undaunted pieces of me.
Bedazzled you're hurled into a labyrinth.
With a twinge of fear you look upon the walls.
Like a giant they stand remote and tall.
Silently spellbound by the shades of twilight
that seem to ingrave it's self upon the dragons wings.
Wraithlike and pale with eyes that lead to oblivion.
It stands tall in the mist of a dream or a nightmare.
(It depends on what the wandering soul is seeking.)
The dragon is so elusive and mysterious.
Lionhearted and bold it stands at the fringes of a memory.
Reminescent of a magical time that is nevermore.
No matter how much the dragon may quibble,
the heart of a enchanting and vivid land is lost
by the splash of cruel daunting fears.
Transformed into a world with infinite paths and dead-ends,
but only one possible way to gain my world of fantasies.
With a vaporous hope you travel blindly alone,
until you've stopped searching and given up on faith.
...Then comes a soft whisper to guide you back home

Unattainable Peace - 6:47 a.m. 3/22/05

Peace at the fringes of a dream.
Love everywhere but with me.
I desire that sense of peace.
Attainable if only morning would cease,
but each night I lie down and sleep.
Slipping into a deep slumber I dream.
Fantasies about a clear starry night.
Of sweet grass caressing my legs.
Of a happiness waiting for me...
...Just for me if I reach the top of the hill
before the sunrises into the sky and I must wake.

Every night I sleep and dream.
Every morning I wake up before I've reached peace.

Imaginary Friend - 4:29 a.m. 3/20/05

With care you brought life back to me.
Lovingly building my dreams.
Taking away all my demons.
Showing me a vast meddow.
Saying, It's safe to play,
and smiling at my doubtful face.
Laughing merrily when you
saw those chains about me break away,
and like a proud father
you always watch over me.
Even when I no longer saw you,
you continued to be my Imaginary Friend.

Rose - 4:56 a.m. 3/12/05

A bud...
Pretty and sweet.
Maybe even cute.
Lightly curved,
in awkward places.
Showing it's still growing.

Slowly it blooms.
Becoming beautiful.
Graceful, and soft.
Lush curves,
in all the right places.
It's in full bloom.
A rose...

Let's not forget the sharp thorns.
A weapon of protection.
Painful when you're not gentle,
and being careful while you touch.

We also can't forget
how it dies slowly.
Some of the beauty fades.
The curves droop,
and finally it dies,
but still beautiful 'till the end.

Reminds me fondly of women...

Home Away From Home - 10:23 p.m. 2/4/05

Just another day at the beach.
Sand between my toes.
Seagull's circle over-heard
trying to steal bread from my hands.
The waves rushing in and out.
Time seems to have stopped.
For just this one moment.
At just this one place.
A place where my soul can rest,
and I can let peace consume me.
Where my fears are washed away,
and all my hopes are rushing in.
I can still dream here in this spot.
Where everything's has a sleepy
kind of restlessness to it.
This changeless place in time.
A place that's a home away from home.

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