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no matter how liberal we think we are
how open minded and free spirited
we can only tolerate change to a certain point
because change is the calm before the unknown
or rather the chaos before the storm
you get the picture, anyway,
and we become so attached to our lives
and our friends
and our families
But people are not statues
they change like the landscape around us
they drift away
lose faith
or find a well of strength
that wasn't there before
They change like our lives
and it will always be inevitable
and yeah maybe change can bring ****** times
simply tests that we have to take
but maybe it will bring adventure
friendships
wisdom
knowledge
purpose
or love
and either way,
we have to take it as it comes
and be willing to let go
of whats already gone
I wish I could tell you
I wish I could say
I don't want you
any other way
I'm glad we met
For now
Just friends.
Those words
you utter again
I swear I heard you say it
For a slight second
You didn't stop yourself
But you probably regret it
I know you said it
I know you did
In that brief little moment
I heard it part from your lips
You can't take it back
Did you mean it?
I really hope you did
Just sitting here now
My limbs go limp
My hearts racing inside my chest
****** where's my bullet proof vest?
My heart can't take it anymore
I feel sick to my stomach
and so much more
I guess I can't really say
How love is suppose to feel
I've had many lovers
But none of them real
Not until you came along
and showed me how to feel again.
Now I just want to breathe again
I'm a fisherman without a reel
I'll starve you know, real soon here.
I can't just stand here waiting
for you to show me how you feel
Well I guess I just got my answer
Now and here.
In the middle of this poem, how sincere.
It's funny how life throws you sticks and stones.
You can break and you can break my bones
But my heart will remain open.
Sometimes it may get broken
But I'll remain hopeful.
© 2008 Christina Jackson
Originally written in 2008.
I do not want to speak of death
or time's unyielding sting.

I do not want a wasted breath
on such a pointless thing.

Right now I see no greater sin
than making passion dead.



So let me breathe your fragrant skin...
Come, crawl inside my bed.
Throughout life's quest we encounter obstacles and stress
Frustrated, we search for shortcuts and easier routes
Straying away from the road less traveled
Our fascinations become falsified
Through fabrications and awful lies
Deceptions is here but have no fear
The light shines in even the darkest of tunnels
Embark on the right path and you will embrace the aftermath

Change! Can we change?
That's up to you...
You know the right thing to do
Will you fall for madness
Or understand your brilliance
Follow me on this pilgrimage
We will defeat this mirage we call a world
Every human falls victim to the illusion
Betraying belief and following delusion
Instead of asking why, look in the sky
Keep faith in what's true
The answer will come to you

I've been here this whole time
Guiding many lost minds
To do what is right
And every night
I visit people
Displaying
Their worst fears
And greatest ambitions
If your ego confuses you
Don't get scared
Just confront
And acknowledge
Who I am...
Your conscious
 Feb 2013 Cherub Nitman
Nickols
Come listen closely, to the story in which I am speaking.
A legend told from just within a soul.
Quite now; close your eyes, be still your fleeting tongue.
Relax, which only could open the door to your minds perception.
A ride:
magical in proportion
but
bewitching in the fall.
Heavens gates which has been open, tripped by an angels halo;
over the clouds,
and
down to the rapidly approaching earth.

The fall from Grace has never looked more inciting.
© Victoria
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