I wish,
I could keep you
Free from endless fear.

I wish,
I could save you
From the never ending tears.

I wish,
I could tell you
All the stories of my years.

To insure you,
You aren't
Alone.

-ARI

Girl stands all alone
shivering in the cold,
With bones made of ice
and a heart encased in stone.
Who is there to hold her?
Who is there to keep her warm?
Who is there to help her,
to shield her from the storm?
She can taste the ice in the air,
she can feel the frosty blows,
She can take a falling snowflake
and touch it, still cold, to her nose.
She sings out loud in a crystal tone
and screams when the sun shatters it,
She dances on a stretch of thin ice
and dares her feet to break the surface.
Girl falls into the icy pond
and shivers shatter her bones,
So she closes her weary eyes
and sinks down to her home.

i want the feeling
the press and the weight and the grip and the fingernails;
the hair and the burn, the neck and the throat;
the gaze and the tears, the lips, the mouth, the spit
the tongue and the teeth (the fangs
and the bite);
the kiss and the lick, the grinding, the pushing and the
circles of the hips,
the fat of the thighs and the brush of the ankles;
i want the liquid and the hard, the sticky and the sore,
the pain and the sting and the ecstasy of the pleasure;
i want the eye rolls and the sighs and
the gasps and the moans and the screams and the whispers;
i want the banging of the bones and the rubbing of the skin,
the crashing of the waves, the rumble of the storm and the
hissing of the breeze.
i want to meld the two of us together until we become a thousand,
and to never cease sipping on this wine of heedless madness
that we blindly drown in.

Right person, wrong time
When we met
I knew, exactly
You automatically had my heart

Resistance as they say was futile
Our chemistry and cosmic friends
Were making more plays
Than our hands could play against
We sure as hell couldn't bluff

We were both in pain
After finding ourselves somewhere confused
We had planned for the rest of our lives
And been abused

Wrong time
We both have too much to fix
Right now, but we will
When it comes together
Will we be together?

You took my pain away
As I did yours
I know this is true
I saw you smile and heard you laugh
With me
It was the most sincere
We had both lost that for so long

I won't promise that I will wait
I don't expect you to either
But know that I will think of you
I know better than to say something
Ridiculous

Like, you were the "one"
Or something like that
I know better

I think you are a good catch
The best yet
I am not throwing you back

But I do believe in possibilities
And the future is ours
Should we take it

You made me feel special
Like I've always wanted to feel
I can't throw that away
Absolutely not
What we have is one in a billion

One way or another
You will always have a place in my heart
Because you're special to me too
I feel better just for having met you

"Up and downs come in many forms in life. One of those that seems to be close to most everyone's heart, according to polls. They just wanted to know life expectancy. How we have improved with our new and improved medical care. The things they found seemed to create a bit of concern you see. Our life expectancy while gaining over a 100 years, over around 40 years of life was not the best.

The fact that brought concern is we were not first nor second nor third. Yet didn't we have the best medicine to be had in the world? They told us that was so. So consider the fact that USA is 34th. Now we can find many things to blame this on. I may be wrong, but I have a thought.

First do we need to improve our medical care, of course we do. Are we that far behind? Second you see, seems to be a small piece of the puzzle left out. They only look at numbers and not the cause.. We as a country for years and years, fight the wars and battles around the world. Right or wrong I do not really care, but a conclusion I would like to share.

While improving our medical care, I think a big jump in longevity could be near. If we stop sending young boys to war to be men. Yet they so often come home broken or draped in a flag.

Well remember “They”, who are close to “Them”.

Well in conclusion and in my view, “They” and “Them”, should be replaced by “We”. Just as the first word of our constitution says. Remember the Constitution, I'm not sure, but I think, “They” and “Them” , have buried it behind the bureaucratic world or our private government world."

In the silver light after a storm,
Under dripping boughs of bright new green,
I take the low path to hear the meadowlarks
Alone and high-hearted as if I were a queen.

What have I to fear in life or death
Who have known three things:  the kiss in the night,
The white flying joy when a song is born,
And meadowlarks whistling in silver light.

When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.

She lays quietly at my side,
sleepy with dreams of happiness,
hopefully of me and our life.

Gently I lean close, inhaling her scent,
butterfly kisses of love to her cheek,
dreaming away as she continues her sleep.

Now I search for my sleep each night,
looking to find her in my dreams,
together in happiness as we sleep.