STORY TIME - Volume 4

There came from within, within the deepest voids of her inner being a longing for the sobriety created by the longest day in the blackest night of the year. Where the heat is unbearable and the moment of lust just that, fleeting silently. Amidst the wandering spirit about us stood that face, the dreary droaning voice and unembelished eyes vanishing like a spirit into the twilight embers of the mind. (Written 6/26/93)

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There we sat under the Boabab tree with the wind blowing gently. It didn't matter that we're different, for kindred spirits have no cages. In studying ourselves we've found a population overfloing in a non-stop dialogue of foreign yet familiar tongues. Rolling through time like a brand new reel of film we saw through our bond the grand inner strengths growing, magestically beautiful like a shooting star flying above the world. The gaping voids were filled in each passing moment, in the story of life, serenity encompssing the existance of our new forms, fresh and alert like a new born fawn. (Written 2/24/93)

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MIST
And through the haze she saw, his face
the devil's eye, sucking her soul
her spirit melting away.

Mist is gentle in the darkness of his eyes,
he hides so much, and takes a lot...
won't let his guard down,
not even to her.

And while she vanished, into the light of morning
She can see him still... watching.
She knows his thoughts, she knows his wants.
Yet she cannot help him.
She must go.

The haze envelopes her, takes her away.
Away from him and their dreams.
He's the devil himself, and she loves him for it.
Their time is done, she knows.

The mist, a sign, they long for similarity
they can't have. He took, she gave.
Pain survives the love and
She has nothing left but to walk away.

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WANTS

She wanted to have his baby
She is stupid, they tell her.
Hospital white she sees, all around
She is not going to die,
they tell her.

Plates of food go untouched
calls go unanswered.
She must eat.
They tell her.

He came by
they wouldn't let him in.
He made her.

She is, an empty shell now.
She wanted, to keep loving him
he is bad, they tell her.

And still she goes hungry
She wanted, to have, perfection.

All she got was, you are going to die.
All she got was, white, white perfection,
but... she is not perfect,
they tell her.

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THE TRUTH

You make her nervous standing so close. Please... don't. Don't touch her, remind her of past terrors. She stands in the dark shivering alone. Her mind pulsing pulling her spirit within, locked in a shell. She'll throw away the key.

She can feel the knot in her stomach growing tension easing its way, waves of fever breaking the shore. She is lost in a foreign country. Would you tell her as her heart is breaking, that her mind is melting quickly into the frozen sky?


Reality scares her the truth that, she can't, compare to the past. You can see, what they need to quench the fire, as the icy wind blows across the valley of their souls, ?bonded together by chance, and separated by the truth that it can't last.

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DISARRAY

Can you see me?
What I've become?
this form dismantling
withering away
drifting aimlessly.

Floating on pillows
I can hardly stand
must lean on Your arm, Your strength
I'm just so tired
I can hardly sleep.

And tears slowly fall
I have nothing more to give,
I want so desperately to do so.

Yet You, who has My strength,
want more, more than I have.
I'm wasting away.

I Will Not fall to your power
I'll do it alone
though gently I fade away
like a skeleton in the damp earth.