A Searching for

   Hearing the echo within me.

 

The voice is mine, yet not free.

 

For a chance to find more,

 

to one day be heard...

 

for reasons less obscured,

 

I'd adore!

 

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gone past

 

Tease these eyes by efforts of touch.

Watch me falling back into memory of myself & the life I had once.

 

So real to be part of the illusion.

Hearing echoes of my past-self,

learning his errors of witch life cant give back.

ERRORS!....perhaps the error is myself,

I notice that Im not allowed to own my smile,

just to rent it for awhile.

For occasions when time has me inside its "prison of endless reality".

 

Poison me with your ideas please,

send me far out of my mind, lose me for a moment.

So I too can live in oblivion.

 

-Letter To God-

 

 

   Wanting to hold,

 

again to be seen.

 

Connected through truth

 

...and love in-between.

 

"The Truth..."

 

A loosly thrown word with no proof?

 

An unevitable pain used to move?

 

Or is it to know,

 

...by all that we feel, we will grow.

 

                     __

 

Finding each others special space,

 

understanding ones time...

 

and allowing a change.

 

    -Me-

 

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is it just me?

 

 

*   Is it just me?

did I fall out of my promise to be?

 

*   For at least grant me one wish lord;

"take away all my guilt, all the lies that I've built.

 

*   Make this pain,your way,

take me upon your promise to stay.

 

*allow just this fool, to go out of this cruel place.....

that always has more of your rules than breaks.

 

 

*   If ever my chance to become finds me.

Let it be, let everyone see.

 

*Allow it to grow for a new time,

extend me the chance to show you ...

even I can shine!

 

 

*   I'll make it happen!

Again I'll find my truth.

 

*   If it takes me a long journey...

at least i'll come through.

 

 

-2002-

 

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   Conflicts of a present choice against memory,

defeats all thought taken to sever clean.

   To destroy my one time, I remember holding mine...

to design this story's end;

I'm blind.

 

   Over and over myself.

I jump, dodging  hells;

to train for someday in my life.

 Yet too soon it brings, those painfull stings,

hidden, just out of sight. 

     _________

 

   I am still here tho,

Its seems hard to break my mind.

  With each of these blows I see why?

its this struggle that outlines my growth!

                         -Me-