This soul of mine lies bleeding
scorched beneath the sun
Found lacking and unworthy
its journey now is done

No salvation lies ahead for me
just a ****** trail behind
My best I guess not good enough
demanded strength I could not find

My battered carcase dragged along
hand over bleeding hand
As desperately I sought to find
acceptance in loves promised land

As hope and faith they ebb away
my dreams exsanguinate
I cast myself into oblivion
before this pain turns into hate

On the edge of a nervous breakdown,
staring into the pit.
Unsure of which way to turn;
whether or not to commit.

Commit to the life I have,
or abandon hope for good.
Vision cloaked in darkness,
head bowed beneath the hood.

Drawn toward its anarchy,
seduced by lesson learned.
Restrained by one last hope,
heart and soul and fingers burned.

Chilling thoughts consume me,
fighting desires to be free.
If no choice is ever made by fate,
is this all that it will be?

you are the one I truly miss
you are the one I long to kiss
you are the one forever young
you are the song I never sung
you are the ache within my soul
you are the loss that takes it toll
you are the one that went away
you are the dream of every day
you are my only true regret
you are the one I cant forget
you are a vision from my past
you were the love that couldn't last
you were the calm within my storm
you were the touch that kept me warm
you were serenity defined
you were the love that wasn't blind
you were my North, my guiding star
you were so near and yet so far
you were what life was all about
the one I cannot live without

Why do I lie awake at night
and choose the need of sleep to fight
Do I resist the coming day
that exhausted I do sleep away
perchance my clocks of different time
and I should live on other lines
where GMT is further west
my body clock is suited best
and in that place I'll sleep in line
with others living in that time
my body rested, nourished soul
the more equipped to reach my goal
no more to linger through the night
instead in sunlight taking flight
where nights are nights and days are days
I'll soar aloft on golden rays
free from turmoil, free of strife
free once more to live this life

She sits and ponders what to write
what words shall fill this space
words of love and hope and faith
or truths we dare not face?

To reveal darkest secrets
of stories yet untold
of fact or fiction, truth or lies
some of which will leave us cold

To toy with our emotions
and end in subtle twist
draw out our deepest sympathy
and show us signs we’ve missed

Or take us to better place
perfection peace and love
perhaps to place us in the middle
or to show us from above

Perhaps she’s in a witty mood
full of whimsy and delight
tell us tales of rhyming nonsense
to keep us laughing through the night

One things for sure, her writings more
and seldom ever less
Either way she makes our day
the gifted poetess

Could it be that you're my Lucy
and I'm your Charlie Brown?
As yet again you can convince me
that you'll keep the football down

And as I take my run up
in the hope I'll kick the ball
deep inside I know you'll pull away
and on my *** I'll fall

Now we're not cartoon characters
but I share in his belief
that one day things will be different
that there'll be no "Oh good grief!"