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Ashley is a field of wildflowers
Surrounded by the ghosts of ancient trees.
Her temperament is delicate and bright,
Lyrical, with haunted hints of night,
Even-keeled, in a light, sweet-scented breeze;
Yet guiding her are dark, ancestral powers.

These Two Are For A Special Guy That we all miss dearly:
Buddy's memory burns ever bright;
Underneath our sorrow, ever there.
Death, unlike the coming of the night,
Does nothing to the loveliness of light,
Yet dancing through the willows' tangled hair.
Buddy 2
Buddy lies beyond all love and light,
Underneath a grief too harsh to bear.
Dreams may try to keep his memory bright,
Drawing blind within the depths of night,
Yet nothing can bring back what isn't there.


Cheating Is a Crime Against Oneself


Cheating is a crime against oneself,
Hardening the insufficient heart.
Each finds in lies an easy path to pleasure,
Abandoning the way that leads to joy.
The choice is ever open, but the gulf
Increases as the actor plays his part.
No one who cheats can cherish long his treasure,
Given what of hope lies can destroy.

If You Loved Me, You'd Be There for Me




If you loved me, you'd be there for me
To help me do the things I want to do.
My whole life wouldn't be only for you,
Nor would my love determine who you'd be.

I want you to respect what I do well,
To share the joy I feel when I succeed,
To give me the encouragement I need,
To be my wings, not my protective shell.

I love you, and I want you to be mine,
But I would never say you're not allowed
To be a person who would make me proud,
To step outside into your own sunshine.



How Can I Tell You What I Feel for You?



How can I tell you what I feel for you?
When I think of you my feelings twist inside
As if someone's fist reached in and grabbed a few,
And turned and turned them tight and tangled. I've tried
Somehow to say: You're the sun in my sky,
The wind that takes me where I want to go,
The sweet incense that makes me feel so high
That loving you seems all I need to know.
But it all sticks in my throat! It sounds too cute,
Empty as a wrinkled paper bag.
You won't believe it! Better I stay mute
Than offer you cliches that make you gag.
And yet I wish to tell you of my love,
If only love its own locks would remove!

I Don't Know Why My Feelings Are So Strong
I don't know why my feelings are so strong.
It's as if some giant crane jerked me aloft
And swings me through the softness of the night.

I don't blame you if you're scared, for so am I.
It's as if I'm deep beneath the sea:
Though life is vivid, I can hardly breathe.

Free me from my anguish; come with me!
The two of us can wing across our skies
Gliding where we will in joy and love.

I Know I Hardly Know You
I know I hardly know you,
But I think that I may love you.
You can see the way I look at you
And know.

I know you have a boyfriend,
But I think we can be happy,
So take the time to find out
If it's so.

I know we don't have much time,
But I think it's just enough;
If you'd like to take a chance on me,
Let's go!

I Know Well I Have No Right to Love You
I know well I have no right to love you:
I gave you up, and now you're with my friend.
But I can't stop myself from thinking of you,
Even though that's not what I intend.
I want you but I also don't want you
To hurt my friend by breaking up with her.
So things go wrong no matter what you do;
I long for what I don't want to occur.
Ah, me! I'm in a soap and can't get out!
Help me if you can by being kind.
I tell you this to banish any doubt
That I'll be waiting, if you're so inclined.
But please, please, if my friend still has your love,
Forget completely what I've spoken of.

Holly loves bright lights, friends, and music.
On her lips there always is a song.
Life has its darkness, but she'd never choose it,
Loving only what seems clear and strong,
Yet knowing that her pleasure's not for long.




Jessica's resourceful and refined:
Each proper phrase is tied up in a bow.
She knows that there's an end, and doesn't mind,
So long as now her inner clock runs slow.
In her there are both energy and peace,
Clarity and intimate release:
A creature soft and hard, clear-eyed and kind.




Jasmine was my best, most loyal friend,
A lover to the bone, all hot affection.
Squirming out the moment I came near,
Making for my nose or inner ear,
In ecstasy she'd lick away dejection,
Nuzzling with neither strategy nor end.
Even death has made her no less dear.

The Pain Will Never Go Away
The pain will never go away;
The wound will never heal.
The evil that was done to you
Is now your eyes, your heart.

The black will never turn to gray;
The blood will not congeal.
The violence is never through;
The past does not depart.

Time will merely make you whole,
Consuming what you are:
Part sufferer, part comforter,
Part victim, part new song;

Part mother of an angry soul,
Part child of despair,
Part witness and part conqueror
Of all that did you wrong.

Look Not on My Body but My Soul

Look not on my body but my soul,
Only on the face behind the veil,
Only with the touch of inner Braille,
Knowing through yourself my being whole.
Nor ought you touch my skin but with your heart,
Only in the tenderness of love.
Though my outer self repulsive prove,
Of me the mask is but a minor part.
Nor should you know me out of charity:
Misfortune can become a kind of grace,
Yielding special wisdom to a few.
Bring mainly for yourself your empathy,
Opening a richer, wider view,
Doorway to a person much like you
Yet fired by the fate he must embrace.

Can Anyone Explain the Glow of Christmas

Can anyone explain the glow of Christmas?
Holidays are candles in the night.
Rebirth comes from family and friends
In one bright blur of food and talk that ends
Still burning as a peaceful inner light.
There is no way to substitute for Christmas.
Miss it and no circumstance feels right.
All my heart's with you, yet I must miss this
Season thick with love and rich delight.

Christmas Is a Time for Love and Fun

Christmas is a time for love and fun,
A time to reshape souls and roots and skies,
A time to give your heart to everyone

Freely, like a rich and lavish sun,
Like a burning star to those whose lonely sighs
Show need of such a time for love and fun.

For children first, whose pain is never done,
Whose bright white fire of anguish never dies,
It's time to give your heart to every one,

That not one angel fall, to hatred won
For lack of ears to listen to her cries,
Or arms to carry him towards love and fun,

Or friends to care what happens on the run
To adult life, where joy or sadness lies.
It's time to give your heart to everyone,

For God loves all, and turns His back on none,
Good or twisted, ignorant or wise.
Christmas is a time for love and fun,
A time to give your heart to everyone.