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Death is but the beginning
of our never ending lives.

Fear not you sweet soul
We all live but a thousand times.

Death is insidious
Death is wise
But Death,
death is not kind.

We all face our death
before our demise.

Each and every day we swallow our pride,
we all die a little inside.

Yet

Do not mistake death
for end of life.
For its not but
the giver of time.

© 2012 Christina Jackson
Sleep oh Sleep
Take me away
Trazadone dreams
littered in dismay
I'm frightened
I'm trying to run away
My feet won't move
please oh please
Take me away
Vicious thoughts dance about
I scream, I shout
trapped
I'll never get out

© 2012 Christina Jackson
Her hair, it flows everywhere.
Oh how he longs,
to caress her.
Sweet symphonic booms
Waves of emotion
Spread like disease
Please oh please
Do you hear him?

Can you hear love's screams?
Dancing among-st the wind
Frolicking about
Can you hear him?
Can you hear him shout?

© 2012 Christina Jackson
I've been chasing something that cannot be found.
I've been searching for something that's never been there
I've been waiting for someone, who's already gone
I've been dying to meet you for some time
I've been holding on for simply too long
© 2012 Christina Jackson
Oceans away

Oh my heart strays

Into the depths of the deepest blue seas

My mind wanders into the vast galaxies beyond

I ponder, what love is.

Take me Love, Take me

Please Love, Don't break me

Understand I'm always here, but never there.

Searching, ever searching for that one special love

Share with me your mind your body and your soul

I'll feed our love like fire

Forever burning in my heart

Love; is a journey

Ever surprising us

Our hearts forever entwined

Whole and one.

© 2012 Christina Jackson
Originally written in 2006
Oh time, what are you but a rhyme.
We all seek to find.
© 2012 Christina Jackson
He looks from afar
ever searching her face
He can't find her anywhere
in this crowded place

Forever he'll wait
longing to feel her embrace
So cold a shoulder
So broken a tune

Will he ever know?
He's too blind to see
her ever aching need
doesn't belong to thee

She's already spoken for
to one of another
I don't think he knows
She carries a lover

He silently waits
Slowly
She dissipates

© 2012 Christina Jackson

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