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So much confusion clouding my mind Spinning so fast no peace to find Shall I, will I, can I, should I Doubt upon doubt, Thoughts like a fast train Changing at every station What’s done can’t be changed What’s changed is my salvation Why dwell on answers to questions that haven’t evolved Take your time girl said the voice of reason Be confident, be bold There’s no need to rush, chill and take it slow The music is playing relax and go with the flow.

When I was very young, Dad and I would fly my kite. So one day I finally asked him, "how does God make wind and light?" "Only God can answer that." He told me with a smile. "So ask him when you get there!" I nodded, then played a while. When we first turned sixteen, my best friend got a brand new car. We had plans for Friday night, but Wednesday, she didn't get far. I cried when I hung up the phone, "Daddy! Why my best friend?" He came and sat down on my bed, as we talked about the end. "Only God can answer that." He told me with a smile. "So ask him when you get there." Then I laid and cried a while. Further down the road, I stood dressed up in white. The night that I'd been waiting for, I'd found my Mr. Right! I asked, "Daddy why am I so blessed? I seem to have it all! When some just have no luck, they don't have much at all." "Only God can answer that." He told me with a smile. "So ask him when you get there." Then he walked me down the aisle. Then thirty years flew by. Two jobs, Dad's cancer, and my baby. and Daddy's time grew shorter, and every day became a maybe. Then sadly the Dr. said "its time to say goodbye " and by his bed I stood. I just couldn't believe it, that he'd be gone for good. "Daddy why do you have to go?" I asked him as I sobbed. I knew it was his time, but still, my heart felt robbed. "I'll ask him when I get there..." he told me with a smile. "If I even care! I'll meet Jesus in a while! I know you think that this will hurt you, but these days are grains of sand, and heaven is the Ocean! We'll be together once again."

Round clutches of merriment, And contemplative fumes, Rattle the chiffonier of things past. Off-white memories are shaken out, Studied and delicately refolded for safe keeping. In the distance, the hues of evening, Drape gently across the castle walls, And warm the clouds over the sea. The breeze so close to show his face, Something neither word nor man can capture. To my starboard side, my golden glance, My rose petals in a Grecian Urn, My heart for her, given on the altar. Ever closer our touch, ever stronger, Our bond in this life, cast in off-white plaster. Forgiven the herald of the Rock’s betrayal, A rooster crows for awakening, In the early evening, perched in an orange tree. “Be awake in this life, and be grateful, Or you may pass by those sweet fruits that grace golden toil.”

My eyelids close as softly As a feather floats To the ground in The gentle wind of your Breath on my forehead My cheek warm on your Thigh and cascading sunlit Hair sweeps across your legs Safely I sleep and you are There to catch my dreams To see right through them As translucent wishes Float like bubbles and You guard my slumber My head in your lap With my sleepy smile

I Stand Alone As tempers flare, passion runs out of check, And friendship threatens to come to a close. They can sometimes be a pain in the neck, And how their mind works no one really knows. Emotions come flooding in like a hoard, And the score is settled without delay. The problem is that the blade of a sword, Can be as hurtful as the words we say. Since pride and ego always run the mind, And thoughts are blinded by the shades of grey. What ends up happening is what we find, Is its because of this that we betray. So for mistakes I shall always atone, And I will never say I stand alone.

In my mind I seem to find that nothing else is real For in my life of endless strife I've nothing left to feel This empty corpse of deep remorse scarred deeply in it's soul It tires me, hypocrisy, with nothing to extol Fight the war and nothing more to live out our demands Have no will just only kill, and follow your commands In this life all filled with strife nothing at all goes well No God to serve, with some unnerve, I'd rather rule in hell Vengeance spawns police batons, controlling with your lies Nothing to rule but endless fools, no reason to ask why Propaganda, no Miranda, justifying all war crimes Genocidal, blood red bridals, marching soldiers into mines Mortar flashes rain black ashes, lighting the next inferno Burn the dead, which angels bled, like many wars fought long ago Broken masks and mustard gas, a death befitting for a king Send a brother or another, just to feed the war machine Endless war, and starving poor, leads to a better Hierarchy Thousands dead, and cold hard beds do very little to help me If any treason had a reason, mine was held above the lord's A gun to buy, but don't ask why, for death will call by my accords Assassination, for a nation, ready to die for country Death by fire, for the choir, patriots will die for thee

Please remember me when I am gone,I no longer have the strength or courage to move on. Please remember me and all the good things I have done, I'm unable to enjoy my life.and have nowhere else to run. Please remember me and all the good times that we shared, don't think that I will forget how much that you all cared. Please remember me I will be watching from above,and know that I will always be sending you my love. Please remember me and I don't want you to cry,I just couldn't go on with my life and it was time to say goodbye. Colleen Marie Bono

The shock of the moment is what gets me now It seems like my words should just shrink away being lost back to where I was but I see your pain now I want to take it away change your world to a happy place The moment's still hard to forget the hurt that exists that only I feel My words are my own and stay with me now but this is your time to grow it's your move and I'll help you along There's still months to come before I see you again There's a chance to be taken and hope to come our hearts are still far apart but I long to relive the memories and create new ones in the time to come

I have heard a tale of the darkest forest that is known for its whispering trees, forbidden fruits, and its dancing roses all kept in touch by winter’s hand. I seek to confirm these facts made by delusional men, but I, I seek an even more forbidden fruit, and a more soothing whisper that is not of the trees to caress my ears. I seek a figure whose peachy skin is bathed in the white satin of winter. A figure whose lips that are flushed and soft, that they beckon for a mortals lips to embrace their own. I look and I listen for a tempting whisper, I take note to every sound that floats by my ears. One resonance catches my intention; it’s the sound of fracturing ice behind 7 trees I failed to perceive. O was I mislead by these delusional fools, for such a beauty cannot be described by mere and simple words. I was never a poet but the sight of her made poetic lines flow into my head. It went like this: “A soft and delicate petal amidst the sea’s darkness beacons for a stem, a stem to lift it up to the sun and thaw the chains that bind”. The ice that I spoke of earlier was not fracturing; they were simply forming beneath her feet as she elegantly strode along the rivers bank. I questioned myself on whether to call her or not, for I could not recall a name by which she went. So I simply said: “O, winter’s Goddess, satisfy this mortal with the visage that obscures the hearts of men”. She simply turned around and glanced into my eyes then said: “Who is this goddess that you beacon so much for? I am only a woman whose love is frozen in her own tears. A woman whose eyes, are as vast as the sea that they can drown a man searching for love”. I replied: “Your love maybe frozen in tears of sadness, but I seek to thaw them out into tears of joy, your love cannot drown a man who has already found what he seeks.” With these words said, I walk towards her slowly and embrace her in my arms; I lean in to kiss this winter queen’s lips, but she suddenly vanishes in my arms. The shout of a mother penetrates my ears telling me to get her a drink of water in the middle of the night. Finished with the feeble task that mother set out for me, I venture back into my bed to fall into slumber once more.