MASK I'd like to express thanks to you for finally coming clean by bringing up the other night and what it didn't
mean your "carnal urge"..."means to an end" but yes, that's right, I'm "just a friend"
the plan I'd planned within was something you could never see You entertained your passion and your love I did
devour and when we had "the talk" you tried to blame it on the hour so why'd you whisper in my ear? why'd
you press yourself so near? did you not think about the way impulsion makes things sour? My love is unconditional
for you-it will not end If that's what makes you happy then I'm proud to be a "friend" Just don't cross
that undrawn line Respect the bond and we'll be fine It's YOU that talks of love and how it's often just pretend I
won't try to convince you cause if you don't see it now I'm not sure you will ever see or understand just how happy
I would make you I'd rise above and take you through a lifetime full of laughter. It would be my solemn vow Now
it's time to move on and leave these thoughts right here my heart can be conditioned and there's no need left
to fear I may have to pretend I only love you as a "friend" It may stay alive inside but will
seem dead when you are near Traci King
Sonnet #359 While travelling on a Spiritual Plain, Significance came to esteem each name. It watched as well
meaning unknowing exclaimed. How verbal digression inflicts it pain. Too often we focus on useless refrains, And
miss altogether the ones that sustain. We bypass the sun, and fix on the rain. Attention the light of far greater
gain. What would have happened to each noted great, If they chose to believe in a common slate? Give credence
to your distinguished estate. Ignore the flesh, let the Spirit train. Reach for the distinction that is yours to claim.
2002 - Sandra Hatch
She
She was cold ill-tempered a brat Anger raged inside her No colours, no
sounds Trapped in her silent world
Then a Light, her Godsend-the Miracle Worker sparked a bright glow
in her young-girl heart Understanding caught hold of her and she craved, yearned longed for more and more and
more and more
Nothing could quench her thirst delicious sensations ebbed and flowed through her Illuminating
the fibers of her soul
She overcame her tremendous obstacles a hero My hero She
------Angela
Sutton (Regarding Helen Keller) November 2001
Untitled I saw you smile that charming smile You know you caught my glance That charming smile, that wretched
smile, My heart, it had no chance. You took my hand and I took yours We floated along the danceroom floors
By then our hearts were screaming roars And I knew by then my heart was yours I have you now, so glad by
now Our song fills up my heart I feel it's wonder take me away To love I'm sure it has lead I feel my
heart just getting there For love it takes alot of care You feel it in my eyes, my hair I cannot escape your puppy-dog
stare Hold me close and please don't leave I want you here to stay with me I beg and plead and cry and scream
Although I know that cannot be I sob and laugh just thinking of you I hope you feel the same way too If
you feel as strongly as I do Your heart is an emotional zoo. I wrote this poem just for you To tell you how
I feel Please let's keep this going Let's keep this true love real. -----------Camille Flanjak
EMOTIONAL FEELINGS
How many ounces make up one emotion? One little tear holds more than
mere anecdotes Who will study the psychology in one drop? The feelings only spill out in liquid form Happiness
and Sadness sum it all up But let's look deeper on this volcanic soul. Pure joy and true love, complete peace too
spiritually bearable for a body of flesh a scream or a jolt of laughter accompanies this birth Hard work has paid
off. What a relief to cry out. Pure sorrow and true guilt, lingering shadows too physically bearable for a heart
of gold a cry or a jolt of pain accompanies this loss Idleness has paid off. What a relief to cry out. Regard
the release of this waterfall! Once you feel it arriving there's no escape. Savour each memory, then let it go. There's
no shame in dropping burdens But there is shame in wasting love. --Kristi King
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