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I really care about you.
I appreciate everything
you have done for me.
I cannot wait to see you,
for these days are drifting slowly
through a blinding haze.
I do not know where I am going
and I cannot wait
to hold you in my arms as we lead each other,
and I will not be alone.
So I hope to God you never leave;
you are every stitch upon my sleeve
that securely guards my skin.
Every time you come home,
I am reborn, I chant, yes I can.
I am vulnerable
weak at the knees,
though you make me
a stronger man
© Christopher Rossi, 2010
You sit in golden silence peering inside your own mind
Searching within your spiritual sight
Your eyes completely closed to the world around you
Peace and serenity begin taking flight

Just as solace begins unfolding within your soul
All those old unseen demons step in
Your mind begins chasing those hidden inner doubts
You are still holding tightly, deep within

For one moment, just breathe, draw upon the forces
Sustained in all of life’s intricate weaving
Listening to the sound of your soft voice of innocence
Revealing your demons and their deceiving

Let your mind step away from the walls of deception
Those demons have kept you prisoner in
Return to the basics leaving all your self-importance
Feel the peace and serenity return again
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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You can't cry in silence
Without making a sound
You can't hide locked away
Without ever being found

You can work without end
Never stopping to rest
Exhaustion will take you
When you are past your best

Love with seek you out
When dark streets you roam
You feel you are forever lost
But love will guide you home

As sorrow drags you down
Taking you deeper into despair
Don't believe you face being alone
Because your friends will be there
Dedicated to all those who have been there for me on here, love you all.

Chris Smith 2010
When you were young you were the King
The Woman King
And what a reign you had
Anything you wanted
You would pluck
Like an apple off a tree
And run it like rubies through your fingers
Their tears would beat them to the floor
Always a step ahead of your subjects
And two ahead of your rivals
Your throne could not be contested
A god to some
A devil to others
You thought of this as a game
The rules your own
Your life the wager
But with reward came risk
And a good King can spin risks into royalty
Everything in the world and you still wanted more
You needed more
You needed your Queen
But the Queen did not need you
She saw the rules
She understood the game
And you never thought two could play it
You never even put up your guard
And she had you on your knees
Crying to stop and begging for more
You offered her what you valued most
Your throne
And the Queen sat on your bruised back and smiled
*-I already have a throne
the elegance of the tiger
so beautiful is he
roaming in the wild
wonderful and free
stalking in the grass waiting for his prey
treading very softly as it comes his  way
silently he moves it is such a thrill
then begins the chase and finally the ****.
then he sits and hold it in between his claws
slowly as he eats it in between his jaws
then he takes a nap to sleep his food away
and for the tiger its been the perfect day.
 Aug 2010 eileen mcgreevy
Pen Lux
I fell asleep,
dreaming of your blood shot eyes
I woke up,
to an earthquake of emotion
I gave in,
to the fragile smile of a timid boy
I gave up,
to the words that held me down
I went to,
a place with people
I left,
and sang about their hats
their dreams
and then,
I danced their ambitions
I fell asleep,
to the song of your splattered eyes
I woke up,
to the reality that they never belonged to me.
He glides through the night
Causing such a fright
That little goblin
With his head bobbing

He is up to no good
Shout at him you should
But he likes to scare
Anyone who is there

Quicksilver is his name
Mischief is is game
Naughty goblin is he
Moves faster than can be

And you will never know
When he is at your window
Plays tricks with an icy grin
Ever so fast, so he can win

So when things go wrong
And you hear a strange song
Do not believe it is a whim
Because it just might be him

Quicksilver is his name
Mischief is is game
Naughty goblin is he
Moves faster than can be
copyright Chris Smith 2010
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