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Visitor In the Night

He comes to me in the darkness of night, tis me who now dreads the morning 
light... I lie awake awaiting his magical touch, for those who believe, tis never 
enough... His long, burning fingers lay lightly upon my skin, tis a burning desire 
that alights my flesh, feeling almost as though we are kin... Our kindred spirits 
soar out into the night, roaming sensually over the land and sea and back before 
the morning light... When I awaken, my flesh still yearning, my body shaking, I 
rise and try to meet the day, longing for the night to take me away... A smile doth 
touch my lips...in my eyes, a sparkling light, as I await my visitor in the night.....

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Afraid To Feel

I feel afraid, afraid to feel, I look in the mirror, I bow my head and then I kneel. 
Hearing the screams burned in my mind, yet afraid to listen, fearing what I will 
find. Upon me lies a cape of darkness and gloom, I wear it like a shroud and 
hide in my room, ! stare at the door hoping yet fearing, that an end to this 
suffering is finally nearing...afraid to feel or feeling afraid, I can no longer tell, I 
find myself wondering if this could be hell....afraid to feel, what can be done, 
when the soul fills with fear and the hearts song goes unsung... 

Tis a tragedy of shattering despair. I cry out,"Someone please tell me when I 
learned not to care!"  I grab my head and pull my own hair, whispering, why me?  
It just isn't fair.  I long for days past, when love was constant and I had faith it 
would last. Now I scream silently, begging for the return, of the emotion that fate 
so carelessly burned....feeling afraid, afraid to feel, why hast thou forsaken me? I 
ask as I kneel. 

! hear the answering sound of madness laughing, as it takes hold of my mind, 
leaving me gasping. Now comes to me my greatest fear, darkness falls upon me 
as I shed a tear, as my sanity begins to unpeel, I suddenly realize.....that I can 
feel....I look toward the mirror, and the glance that assures me I'm real, also 
assures me I'm still afraid.................... afraid to feel.

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My Light In the Darkness

The times I will forever remember, are the ones I spent with my Grandmother, 
she was my light in the darkness, creating warmth from the cold night 
emptiness... Her spirit she imprinted upon my soul, she always saw a diamond 
where others saw only coal... She created a safe place with fun loving care, for 
just the two of us to share....her cooking I still smell, making me hungry but sad 
as well.... Her patience with me when I was bad, never seemed to give way to her 
being mad... She gave me gifts that I was unaware, such as love, kindness and 
how to share... Her quiet guidance and easy talks , the sound of her footsteps 
when we went for walks, looking back at the impression she made, I can find no 
words to describe all that she gave... The empty void left by her love can only be 
healed by our Lord above... I say goodbye, feeling my heart break, for there is no 
other that can take her place... I have to smile even as the tears fall, for in my 
eyes, she was 10 feet tall... I look toward the sky, I can't help but wonder why, it 
hurts so much to say goodbye...My Grandmother, my friend, my childhood 
playmate, My Light in the Darkness has gone away, but I will remember and love 
her forever and a day.............

Go With God For You Have Earned It.......
All My Love Grandma Allen, Vickie

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Wait

The noise, the din, I can’t take it all in. I’m wounded, I bleed, the warning I didn’t 
heed. My brain is pressing against my skull, it feels like a heavy black ball, I’m 
sad, I’m mad, I’m hurting real bad, I feel like a wire strung too tight, I’m holding 
on with all my might. Nature, she soothes me, the gentle wind, the fresh air, but 
now tis winter and I’m feeling despair, I’m all worked up with nowhere to hide, I 
feel like running but I’m temporarily blind. My hands shake, my breath abates, the 
doom is coming and all I can do is wait. I'm sick with fear, trapped down tight, 
when will this end? There’s no end in sight. Tis night now and I’m struggling to 
breathe, please Goddess, hear me and send me relief. If the fall is too far, I will 
not come back, how can I get my life back on track? This ride, when will it end, 
and will it end or will it just begin. Hear my plea take away the fear, I know you’re 
there, I feel you near. I’ll wait, if wait I must, for in the Goddess I have only trust.

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The Empty Bed

I awake late in the night, fearing the early morning light, I look over the empty bed 
and see, the indent of what once was, but shall never again be. I brush away a 
single tear, I ask myself, is it the loneliness or the fear?... I try to rise only to fall, it 
no longer matters, nothing at all. My once shining eyes have now grown dull, the 
empty bed... nothing matters... nothing at all...

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Meloncholy

As I sit and stare out into the cool black night, 
I can't help but remember the days gone by...
A bit of melancholy touches my heart and a single tear doth fall, 
tis my wish that romance reunites to touch us all...
The heart tis broken oh so many times, 
and each leaves a trail of scars...
How many breaks can one heart take? 
I see my reflection in the pane of glass,
 I turn away and bow my head as the melancholy takes the place, 
of what was once a happy face...
The candle burns out just as my once romantic illusions drop like fallen tears 
into the wax...
I watch as my soul penetrates the glass and sweeps out into the night, 
riding on the wings of a sad little light...
I watch it go and try to call it back... as I sit and stare out into the cool black night...

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The Soul Guardian

The soul Guardian watches and protects us from losing ourselves... it wraps 
around us, a wall so high, that we become merely copies, our existence a lie... 
we weave a story to explain it all, we learn to believe it, so afraid of the fall... the 
soul Guardian bestows upon us a favor not, for it stains the goodness and 
encourages the madness, forcing us into a prison from which it rots, maybe 
never to be risen...we smile and nod, pretending all is well, wondering if anyone 
sees through, we lie in wait of the warning bell...should it ring, we know just 
where to go, into the midst of the phony show... back to pretend and follow where 
it leads, the soul Guardian, to whom now controls our needs....when will we see , 
that the Guardian we created was never meant to be...twas born in our mind, 
handfed with fear, raised by suspicion and kept oh so near... the soul Guardian 
feeds hungrily upon the cracks of our mind, as we slowly disappear and grow 
tortuously blind....we worship this vice, and allow it free reign....When will we see, 
tis what causes the pain..

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I Go To Him

I go to him and bow my head, I know he'll love me once he's fed, for now tis an 
animal I see, I shake with fear as his fangs sink into me... he pulls back and 
looks into my eyes, my heart shakes as he peers inside... I gaze into his soul, 
what I see tis oh so cold, his arms wrap around me tight, he drinks sensuously 
from my flesh into the night, I start to shake with unspoken desire as his fangs 
set my blood afire... My eyes glow and I call his name, for now I know there is no 
shame... he growls ever so soft, letting me know he's not so aloft... I hear the roar 
of my own desire, my body needs his kind of fire... Our bodies pressed together 
tight, the love we make feels so right... I give myself freely to the love of the 
Vampire, I go to him, a willing victim in hi§ empire.,.

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Why Must We Grieve

To cleanse the soul, so often we hear... Does that answer dull the pain? Not 
even near... The river of grief runs ever so deep, flooding our soul, making us 
weep... Just hearing the sound of our own cries, makes life unbearable when a 
loved one dies... Why must we grieve? If only twas faith that helped us 
believe...Saying goodbye tis a sadness we share, collapsing beneath the 
crosses we bear... The pain of grief is a two edged sword, one side wounding, 
the other striking a healing chord...So why must we grieve I ask yet again, if only 
to drown in a sea of pain....

With Love Grandma...
 Vickie

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My Lover

As darkness falls across the land, my lover takes me by the hand... Together we 
fly above the trees, over the land, riding upon the gentle breeze...As I look down, 
afraid I may fall, he whispers into my mind, "don’t be afraid at all" I look at him 
and smile, he looks at me and winks....Oh how I love him! I silently think....On thru 
the night we soar, tis never enough, leaves me wanting more... We land next to 
the sea and walk along the waters edge, just him and me.... The love we steal by 
the light of the moon, leaves me in rapture, hoping we will be together soon... We 
fly back across the night, moving regretfully into the light... As I lay asleep, I await 
the darkness to shroud the land, I await my lover to take my hand....