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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Shirley, BEEEEE You !!! This days light, has come to a glorious end, with it, it brought some memories of a friend. Lady Snow, was belting out – whispering in my ears of days winging by – memories , experiences of bygone years. I have reached in deep – knowing – I created your tears as your world of doubts, of insecurities, of fears hung onto a desire for me – for my passions fires fires that have lead me to beds and to funeral pyres upon which I have burned and burned, yet never learned to be compassionate, empathetic for the passions earned. Only for the touch, the feel, a fleshy meal I yearned for, a talking in tongues to that deliciously sweet pink - Mother earth laying beneath a furry, forest floor – and think of all who gave, all who needed, and realize !, to my grave, a fink. I, sometimes wonder ?, about all those who gave much to me’ I wonder what they feel ?, – think – if at all and what they see in what once was- that made up the moments of what would be, now nothing more than experiences committed to memories hoard where they are all stored - in remembering, would they be boars ? Some will remember, some will forget, some will deeply bury. I am left, can only wonder ?, - in the end - will they carry fragments, flakes of my soul, my spirit, me, with them to their end. Will they ever wonder ?, will they ever know ?, I was just a friend or will they see me as empty to them now as I was empty to them so long ago, a time of once shared intimacies and fun, when we were so care free, before we moved on to things different, and new for me and you and what we once had, was sent into the caves of history for which there would be no rent. I do wonder what was in your mind, what you were able to find ?, as you thought of me, did you find that I was very seldom kind? For all these many years – tears for what was left behind - all of life’s pleasures, with – all, from time to time, fill my mind ! B. J. “A ” 2 February 18th 2006
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