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Comment by chris smith on September 29, 2009 at 1:37pm

Great words Anita my friend

Comment by Anita on September 29, 2009 at 1:29pm

I have walked many of a trail in darkness and in Light. Alone at times with many by my side that I could feel but not see. Always coming out on the other side even when I have been washed up on the Beach, hearing the song of loving words in the winds, welcome back my friend.

Comment by chris smith on September 25, 2009 at 2:39am

We are all broken at times

Comment by Wicked One on September 24, 2009 at 10:44pm

Broken

He had me
How stupid I let him
All the right words
Had their effect.

No word from him
He has been seduced
By another as clearly
By her suggestive comments
And too, her revealing photos
of promised delights.

How stupid of me
How gullible to boot
It is truly I am now
Broken from his deceit
The Darkness is my only refuge, now
Never to emerge or trust, again.

Comment by chris smith on September 24, 2009 at 6:57am

HIPISH - Lots of Comments

Comment by Christine on December 22, 2008 at 10:01am

Merry Xmas - Write on people! .. hehe ... have a good one everyone XxX

Comment by Christine on November 20, 2008 at 9:48am

Hey to everyone in the group, thankyou for letting me be a part of it, Hope everybody has a wonderful day.. luv and hugs XxX chrissy XxX

Comment by Calico-run on November 1, 2008 at 9:37am

"One with the Universe!" Be not afraid of the Grim Reaper, for death is an every day companion in our way of life!
Today, start to live with no fear of dying, for what is death but a doorway to the light. So let us walk in the Valley of Death, unafraid of what tomorrow may bring. Returning to ourselves, let us learn the way of truth together; seeking to be humble and not afraid. For God has told us " He who believeth in Me shall not perish." God will guide our steps, we will walk in the light together. We are "One with the Universe" an area of space where good does triumph over evil.
We shall rise to new heights of awareness knowing that God will guide our steps. In the warmth of God's light, we will cleave to one another, We will grow and prosper in God's Universe, for we are "One with the Universe."
We are energy and our energy will never die, and so it will come to pass, that the children of God will inherit the Universe it will become a better place for us to dwell.
I come in peace and I bid you good day my friends, grow and prosper in God's Universe!!!

Comment by xanadu{R} on October 5, 2008 at 6:44pm

i hope everyone is having a strange and happy Sunday **smiles, peace and blessings to all**

Comment by Dreamstalker on July 25, 2008 at 11:52pm

There are hidden places formed of hope and dreams
Where some choose to go to silence those screams
Caused by hearts that are nothing but stone
Or by wounding words so carelessly thrown
Like sands, to the winds of a faceless storm.
Such places are deeper than the depths of sleep,
Where nothing is heard but a whispered breath
And little is seen except the resting forms
Of such creatures as she who lies cruelly torn.

She was younger daughter and beloved child
Of forgotten dragons who are no longer wild
Or told of in such songs as these.
Yet she came earth-born and as woman formed
And then flew to the stars as a child of time
Until she had found that song which came
As she kissed the face of an aged moon,
Then drank deep its life so that she might become
Both woman and child and creature of light.

She was a whisper of wind, a murmur of rest
Yet a racing stream within whose breast
Coursed the heated flame of some dragon's blood
Which surged and beat as she lifted her wings
To fly high beyond the faint touch of night
Where the sound of her unburdened cry
Would spread her song across the sky
In an unbinding of life, so that she might be
A dream where no dream has ever been before.

She was warrior born of a warrior queen,
Yet rose as an innocence, or so it now seems
That was drawn from love, or from cherished thought
And not from war or the primeval screams
Torn from the throats of those who have fallen
Upon blood-mired fields or in chasms of death
Where hopes are strangled as a final breath
Made foul by the stench and the numbing touch
Of betrayal, by friends, or by broken trust.

She was wounded once, by just such a treason,
By the turning of friends and the touch of those
Whose twisting minds and venomous tongues
Formed poisoned thoughts and spat them out
As hissing arrows whose stinging barbs
Tore at her flesh and pierced deep her heart
With rumor and spite and the anger and fears
That enveloped this child with envy
And wounded her with a chill touch of pain.

Had they thought her Elven, or even high river born
They would have sang of her as their first breath of morn
And the shrouds they had woven of rumor and scorn
Would not have been their prisons, their deepening tombs.
Had they know that wounding would unbind her dreams
They might have seen silence come as a lover to her
And that the kiss of darkness upon her trembling lips
Was but a precious gown of some gossamer mist
Embracing her tears, erasing her fears, easing her pain.
But she was dragon-born and not of their kind
She was as woman different and not of their time
So they waged their war and they savaged her mind
'Til they thought her broken, 'til she turned and fled
From their shaming laughter and their mocking words
While none among them saw the tears that she shed
Or touched those pains as her agonies bled
And none chose to hear the shuddering cry
Of this wounded child who could no longer fly.

From some darkening was born those viperous lips
That drove this dancer from beneath her stars
And into that place where the vicious lies
Could not touch the sleep that gave her rest
As her tears and blood mingled and froze
To become twilight crystals of healing light
Which held her safe in it quiet embrace
'Til ages had passed and touched her dreams
And formed the dreams of dreamers like me

But there came a moment in a nearer time
When another light dared enter to find
And touch her face with its nervous caress
As it disturbed the sleep of the slumbering child
'Til she stirred with hesitant uncertainty
And pondered a choice 'tween sleep and flight
'Tween the touch of dream and that of love
As she glances upward and dares to choose
Whether she should remain, or rise and go.

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