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Forgive me, for I am condemned.
My love I see you every night,
But the flames keep me away.

I try to reach out, to save you;
The heat is too intense, it defeats me.
I can not see you through searing pain.

Your screams tear me apart, I am beaten back.
Then there is silence and I hear you no more,
Tears fall, the agony as they trace my burnt flesh.

Oh Megan, I miss you more than life itself;
You were my life, my soul, my reason to be.
Why were you taken from me, love, pray tell me?

You now haunt my nightmares, I still hear you.
Your screams split apart my sanity, and the mirror;
It forever reminds me of this scar that Hell gave me.

Now I only have the darkness inside, and shown in words.
These very words I write, as if I am to be forever cursed,
Cursed to need to remember your face, with this dead heart.
based on Byron Lorde (Phantom)
Deny me only one kiss
And my heart shall die

Deny me only one touch
And my soul shall cry

If you should deny me your love
My body will surely wither away

If you should deny me your beauty
Then my life will be taken this day

I love thee, with all of this heart
I would give you my very life

I love thee, with all of this body
Your love cuts deeper than any knife


copyright Chris Smith 2011
 Jan 2011 Nina McNally
Lori Jean
Yesterday a precious dew drop born

Today a simple raindrop formed

Tomorrow if your words don't care,
You'll find an ugly, rain cloud there.
Copyright Lori Jean Vance 12.17.97
 Jan 2011 Nina McNally
Lori Jean
I feel your presence, your spirit near
I remember warmth, but you're not here.

What once was joy has now receded
Gentleness gone, and grace impeded
Did I give too much, or stay too long?
Did I try too hard, or my words prolong?

The vows remembered, naive elation
Disloyalty now begs cessation.
Trust now lost.  The struggle painful
Thoughts of another's touch disdainful

You feel my presence, you wipe my tear
You remember warmth, but I'm not here.

We move as robots, time seems long
Together now; forever gone.
Copyright Lori Jean Vance 2010
 Jan 2011 Nina McNally
Lori Jean
If there were one reason to stand and face the pain
If there were one reason to ignore unkind disdain
If there were one reason to vanish retrospect
If there were one reason to ignore all harsh neglect
If there were one reason to entertain a place for hope
If there were one reason to dream, to fly; to cope

If one reason spoke of a warbling sparrows melody of fall
Of a child's precious face, in the wonder of it all
Of two races, as the chains of hate are shed
Of two hearts combined in the moment lovers wed
Of a hungry soul, now nourished, no longer poor
Of two nations that no longer speak of war
Of an angel heard from Heaven while in song
Of an adopted child who giggles with her mom
Of an old man being hugged by a stranger with compassion
Of one who finds the strength to deny world views of fashion
Of the simplicity of a tranquil, peace, within
Of the comfort that I have you as a friend
Of an existence not defined in monetary wealth
Of a weakened heart and mind, finding love within themselves
Of the pride one feels when doing what is right
Of a daddy tucking in his baby boy each night
Of a family dinner trimmed with love and laughter
Of the knowledge in a Paradise, hereafter
Of the beauty as a husband flees temptation
Of the moment two combine to form creation
Of holding hands while heads are bent in prayer
Of waking up to find a new day there

If there were one reason to adore the striking hue
Of a crimson rose touched by the morning dew
With all certainty, my one reason, Lord - is you.
Copyright Lori Jean Vance 1998
 Jan 2011 Nina McNally
Lori Jean
Our souls intertwined
no body forms were allowed
to dispel the truth
no need to enshroud

His thoughts touched my soul
His touch challenged my being
Energies charged
Electric words were so freeing

We danced in the Universe
Inhibitions undressed
Exhilaration ran wild
No understanding repressed

An explosion of lust
Two joyously one
Poetry animated
Emotions undone

Our hearts wholly entranced
He asked, "Who are you?"

"I ride on pink wings,
I am the words I accrue".
Copyright Lori Jean Vance 2010
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