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Barb Apr 2010
Forbidden Waters
Walking slowly
Yet
How did I arrive so quickly
Forbidden waters
Innocently taking a nurturing role
Yet
Longing for something else
Forbidden waters
Not knowing
Yet
It was evident
Forbidden waters
So young
Yet
So old
Forbidden waters
I am here
Yet
I do not know what to do
Forbidden waters
Feels so new
Yet
Feels so comfortable
Forbidden waters
So confusing
Yet
Completely understood
Forbidden waters
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Barb Apr 2010
From the moment of birth
Our instincts of survival
Bring us down to earth
We dream of the fairy tale
world we wish to live
Hoping to be happy and
learning to give

When we reach our peak
and buld the person we
want to be
Something happens to
our security of survival
and our friends  become
our rivals

Rolling, Rolling, over and over
again
back to the bottom
for another spin

Our Minds unclear of
the person we built to be
Instincts of survival have
taken over you see
control is lost
Survival at any cost

Aimlessly we wander
Hurting the ones we love
Until our thoughts we
launder
The world again becomes
our dove

Repeated over and over
again
Each time the threat of
survival blows in the
wind.

You see we are really
just animals with the
ability to think
but we forget it all
until our survival
becomes almost extinct

Its an understanding
We all need to have
because survival will
dissapate for all mankind
Unless we reach for
the star we were
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Barb Apr 2010
Leaves from the weeping willow tree sway so tenderly in the wind
The fingers of mothers engulfing the world offering their protection
Turning a blind eye to all the imperfections
Grasping on to all that pass by
Omnipresent, caressing, reassuring, nurturing

Swaying so freely respecting what is worldly
The limber limbs seem to smile touching all
Saying won’t you put your faith in me
Embracing warmly all that is the being

Even so the wind becomes still
The limber Limbs once flowing so freely fall to the ground
Releasing the seeds
Some producing beautiful flowers others becoming the darkness

Thriving on the imperfections
The Willow Tree stands tall and begins to flow freely once again
Accepting the impurities and becoming stronger
Eager to scoop up the darkness
For There is no Perfect World
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Barb Apr 2010
The vivid memories of my childhood
Go deep within my mind
Towering the intense pain to the sky
Throwing the sunlight away
Seeing the stars jet past me
Now I  lay in my coffin of sorrow
Listening to the whispers of death
Telling me what to do
I sit and devour all the happiness
And sit and enjoy the sadness
Smashing my hopes for life into the ground
I see the glowing peace of some happiness left
The silky touch of my life
The smooth touch of death
Could this be the end or
Is it the beginning
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Barb Apr 2010
Tiger Eye
Searching  for that which is lost
Once found
Now gone
Yet always with me
The tiger eye pierces my soul
Soothing the inner emptiness
Feeling warmth and love
Gently I stroke the tiger eye
My fingertips carassing
I see my reflection
In the tiger eye...........
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Barb Apr 2010
The air so crisp
The sun so bright
only nature calling to me
smelling the pureness that surrounds me
allowing me to breath deeply
inhaling all the pains
and so forcefully releasing
as I sit at the mountain top
I hear the winds whispering to me
your soul belongs to me
the earth
the sun
the water
the air
and for a moment
I am pure
giving me strength
to smile
wipe away the tears
and descend from the Mountain top
back into the world
refreshed
willing
and able to love
once again

The Mountain Top
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Barb Apr 2010
Let this kiss be a lasting one
One that burns for eternity
As hot as the brightest sun
The end of the quest for certainty
.
Let our bodies touch
Our entanglement melts into one existence
all time stops for such
a lovers trance
.
Let your pleasure be my pleasure
A fire that cant be tamed
Lifes treasure
The fires flame
.
Let me be your only desire
A special place in your heart
The only one to quinch your fire
and never to part.
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