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It was sweet
light
and fast.
However, the feeling will always last.
It sent bolts of lightening down my spine,
And sparks of electricity through my soul.
A gust of wind across my mind,
And a bond that seemed indestructible.
That feeling of perfection.
That feeling of protection
Making my head spin in all directions.
How could such complexity come from such a light touch?

It seemed so safe
So innocent
So lovely
However, it meant so much more.
For this light connection opened doors.
This little joke, a small playful score.
How did it turn to something so magical?

It was light as a feather
Soft as a cloud
Sweet as candy
And addictive like a drug
This small connection could only be a kiss
A true kiss;
That wakes a princess from her sleep,
Turns a toad into a prince.

A kiss that happens in dreams
In fairy tales
And fantasies
However, it was real.
It was my first real fairy tale kiss.
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
my head burns
I need a cigarette
Stop staring at me
I won't look at you

I'll have another drink
Fade into another world

If we make eye contact,
I know that I'll forget
Crimes your hands commited
Lies your lips whispered

how many times
can we play this game?
we beat each other
over and over again

I'll have a few shots
Do my second line

If we make eye contact,
I know that I'll forget
Crimes your hands commited
Lies your lips whispered

I can't get enough
I can't wait for this
night to be over
And I'll wake up
Hate myself, and
carry on...

If we make eye contact,
I know that I'll forget
Crimes your hands commited
Lies your lips whispered
 Oct 2012 Maxine Schmidt
Nicole
War
 Oct 2012 Maxine Schmidt
Nicole
War
Hey there lovely,
Why so sad?
You show true beauty
When times are bad.
Don't give up now,
Your life just began.
Keep your head up baby,
This isn't the end.

So fight this war dear,
You've come so far.
You're much too strong
To back down now.
Keep your fists up babe,
And your head held high.
It's not your time to die.

Hello sweetheart,
Hello love.
You're on your way now,
This battle's won.
So put your knife down,
You've shed enough blood.
Your life is worth so very much.

So fight this war dear,
You've come so far.
You're much too strong
To back down now.
Keep your fists up babe,
And your head held high.
It's not your time to die.

You've won this battle,
Your war is done.
Your head is high,
Your fists are down.
No casualties now,
Or sadness again.
But hey there, love,
You're happy instead.
the way your hand felt
sliding up my shirt
the other one making its efforts
to unbutton my jeans
you were trembling
it must have been scary
to be so new at this
knowing how many times
I have been here
your innocence was alluring
I wanted it
and you gave it to me
so happily and willingly
you'll always be
a hopeless romantic
for a lady who
can write.
I step outside and feel my nose crinkle
Look to the sky and watch the V’s fly south
Walk through the woods and hear the leaves whistle
Take a deep breath and taste fall in my mouth.

A start to the happiest time of year
Everything’s changing like wind where it blows.
Squirrels hide acorns, scarecrows create fear,
Pumpkins make faces at kids and their clothes.

Delectable treats in bags and buckets,
Scary films to watch on the edge of your seat.
Kids running around creating ruckus,
Stomping on leaves in the street with their feet.

Lets not forget Oktoberfest and beer;
Where people gather ‘round to celebrate
A special event that’s held every year,
Something so special you can’t replicate.

Delicious mystery looms in the air
While evil spirits meander ‘round town.
Libra gives the torch to Scorpions heir
And leaves pile up into one big mound.

The autumn harvest is now creeping up
Making food to put on everyone’s plate.
A great time of year where change is a must
Because without change, nothing can be re-made.
Two broken souls met
And finally realized
Together they are whole.
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