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Little Girl Lost

She loved to play in meadowlands around the lilac tree,
And made her dolls all come to life and live so happily;
The boys she teased to her delight, to them she was the plague
That wormed its way into their lives to always pull their leg,
Forever she embarrassed them, to cease she’d be remiss,
For it was all such fun, you see, to chase them with a kiss;

But then one day she wasn’t seen, nowhere could she be found,
They searched for days in bogs and streams for footprints in the ground,
And just when they thought all was lost and hung their heads in gloom,
A shout was heard, she had been found there hiding in her room;

But who was she—this little girl? Whom no one could beguile?
Why could she not but lift her head to flash a little smile?
Where did her song and laughter go, and brightness of her eyes,
That shone to all the universe but now seemed in disguise?

And so she grew and blossomed forth, but with no one to mourn
The winds that blew in quietude, and grew till there was born,
The unfulfilled of visions failed and innocence deceased,
And raging storms from demon lairs of dissonance released;

It is as when a witch’s broth stirs all things insecure,
And casts its spell of ugliness on things that once were pure,
Like bounties of both rogue and knave, and treasures pirates bring,
Are stolen virtues of the heart, the scandals of a king;

O share the pain you kings and beasts a foul deed you’ve done,
You stole her very innocence and took away her sun,
That shone once on her meadowlands and fields where she had run,
Where now she lies in shadowlands of fallowed fields undone.

For had she known that strangers were more trusted than were you,
She’d sooner run into their arms than challenge what you do,
For what you did to my dear one I’ll evermore regret,
You punished she who can’t defend, and nevermore forget,

And now she sits upon her swing that used to ride the wind,
She cannot sit but quietly, with wounds of all who sinned,
So when the man who loves her true had come to be her prince,
He entered to a room he thought was full of innocence,
And therein found this little girl, although she was his bride,
Just like a stone she hid alone, a prisoner inside,
Though she may yearn for nothing more than love to there reside
She finds distress in his caress wherein her spirit died—
While in her heart longs just a child who wishes harmony,
A place secure outside herself, that she might cling to me,
And how I wish to set her free but do not have the key!

Who she is and who she was, I know they aren’t the same,
But he who took her innocence has left me all the pain—
If only I could have it now, the key to set her free,
Then she could come and claim the love that she deserved of me,
And I could have the little girl who found it in her heart
To give me all the love she had right from the very start;

Instead she labors all our days with hate and deadly sin,
While bonds we thought that we once had are growing very thin,
For she will always struggle in her loving trust of me,
Perhaps one day she’ll find a way, the key to set it free,
When all is pure in meadowlands around the lilac tree.


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:cry: :cry: :cry: :friends: :friends: :friends: :cry: :cry: :cry:


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Wickster that made me cry. :cry: :cry: :cry:
I think it was Gus that said the murder of the spirit is worse than the taking of life.

On a lighter note, what is a Thermal Extraction Analyst? :focus:


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man hu Wrote:
what is a Thermal Extraction Analyst? :focus:

Well Vickster, if now it should be a college degree,
So many would find it absurd,
That an industry pays for the variant ways
Of meandering minds of the nerd.:nerdy:


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so, sw, i suppose my guess that it was someone who figures out the best way to turn the radiator on and off was ... waaaay off, huh? :funnyface:


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isomam Wrote:
so, sw, i suppose my guess that it was someone who figures out the best way to turn the radiator on and off was ... waaaay off, huh? :funnyface:

Well, truth be known, just enough to keep the candle lit next to you, my dear bro ... :giverose:


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My Father Who Aren’t in Heaven

My Father who aren’t in heaven,
Unhallowed be your name,
For when you stole my innocence,
I’ve never been the same;

You crept into my certitude,
That your will should be done,
But left behind these scars for life
With no place left to run;

And I have kept our secret,
For which I have no worth,
And should you go to heaven,
I’d rather stay on earth;

And hope I’d be forgiven,
For all I hate in you,
Though you think I’ve forgotten,
While you say it’s untrue;

So I’ll not ask the scepter
For life another day,
Because it’s far too painful
To find another way,
That I should ask protection
From my own wickedness,
While you will hurt so many more,
Though you think nonetheless,

That I pray not for memories,
Nor recollections past,
But that I be delivered,
From hate that holds me fast.


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The Hunted

Destructive blow winds of tempestuous rage,
In a heart that is jealous and can’t disengage
Its focus on all things imagined, untrue,
Malicious it stirs in its want to construe
The hate rising faster than surf on a storm,
Which inundates truth with a deepening form,
For the lie that is caught in this terrible plot
Can never escape from its tightening knot.

She came to me hunted and beaten that day,
And pleaded with me and begged me to stay,
The story she told, so common and true,
Obsessed was of madness that none could subdue,
While whispered were rumors and eyes that would lurk,
As she went they would stare with a whistle and smirk,
For exquisite she was in the way she would walk,
And caused all the town to gossip and gawk,
As if beauty that seemed an advantage to some,
Could spread a contagion to which they’d succumb
And hatefulness uttered in tabloids of glee
In a town veiled of passion for impiety,
Where deepening envy, suspicion and hate
Rouse seas that are wrathful, that none can abate;

So she flew like a bird from her home late at night,
Pursued by the blind, raging source of her plight,
As an eagle that soars high in skies that are keen,
And hunts for its victims in dark forests green,
While mem'ries may mount of her love nonetheless,
Its tenderness fades into fear to obsess,
Over all that was born in a heart so immersed,
And live just to feed its unquenchable thirst;

So I listened intently to her desperate plea,
While she trembled and shook like a leaf on a tree,
And yearned for a life that was common and free
Though I knew in my heart it was never to be,
For what had begun was too grim to relate,
Relentless its outcome, its tragedy great;

Ignoring the warnings of wisdom and dread
I failed to consider why others had fled,
For great is the debt he demanded she pay,
And when he had come I was just in the way,
And the choice was not mine with a gun to my head,
While asking my life might be taken instead,
But such are the dreams of a foolhardy man,
Who yearns for a legend that heroes began,
Where whines in the stormwinds and thunders that pray,
While arms hold her body as life slips away:

“Dear God did she live for no reason at all,
That she should succumb to this darkening pall?
What good can I do before men so insane,
Come hunting in quest just to transfer their pain
From a heart that is full of both loathing and want,
Ferocious and fearful of all that is gaunt?”

So, what have I learned of these vacuous dreams,
In those of whom just a conspiracy schemes,
While lonely in cages they sit in this world,
And search for a place where their rage can be hurled,
For such are the jealous who plot their intent,
With things presupposed they contrive and invent,
All pitiable tales that they ceaselessly fear,
For all that might rob them of things they revere,
And none can bestow them a place of their own,
For love can't be trusted in hearts set in stone.


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The Dolphin

Her love is like a folding wine,
Cascading ruby serpentine,
Descending to the deep abyss,
She swims the pool of heaven’s kiss,
And waits with earnest valiant eyes,
As sailing ships come in disguise,
On waves that crash and roll.

With drunken legs do sailors swash
Upon the roving decks awash,
Then comes a fate upon his trek
To sweep the helpless from the deck,
Beyond descent of rising seas,
Where silent cries and soundless pleas,
Are drowned in the sea-bell’s toll;

And gentle is the dolphin's mind,
With wearied souls of fading hope,
No judgement in her search to find
Of all who to the surface grope,
Beneath the wake of hapless schemes,
Consumed are they of broken dreams,
To search the island shoal.

And though he cry so plaintively,
But she who dives through twisting brine,
Though none are brave to set him free,
But she who fights the knotted twine,
Through barbs and nets of whaling ships,
She swims to prayers of parted lips,
To free the beaten soul.

And now they watch the circling brine,
From where those there did nothing good,
But watched the ruby serpentine,
Flow from her love misunderstood,
For pierced was she with heartless knife,
By those learned late to spare her life,
Who failed to see her loyal love,
That bought reprieve from none above,
A precious life they stole.


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Endure

Endure

A word to the wise, a word for the sick—
Try to endure, through thin and through thick,
Which means we should never give in under test,
And cut off our lifeline to He who knows best.
So never give up in your struggle for right,
For One is your helper who keeps you in sight.


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Repentance

Repentance

You know my heart, you know my soul,
You know just who I am,
And I am but a lesser one,
Who knows he's in a jam,
All day within I struggle with
This aching, empty pit,
And seek to find salve for the mind,
Repentance where I sit,
While some accuse me of a ruse,
And muse what I am not,
And say I did premeditate
Within an evil plot,
That deep inside my reckless heart
Grew sin that I had wrought;

As darkness falls we hide ourselves,
We feel the loathsome light,
While all those righteous in themselves
Just curse us in our plight,
Yet all of us have failed to plan,
Some even planned to fail,
Not one can ever justify
Their journey or its trail,
So how can any fathom what
To teach the one deceived?
For all are without solace when
In badness they’re conceived,
And none can know this heart of mine
That is so greatly grieved;

So to my God I do appeal,
To seek His tenderness,
That through my Lord’s great sacrifice,
Will come His kindliness,
And while I’m ridiculed with lies,
With mercy he reproves,
And will with kindness reach my heart,
While all my stain removes,
For only God knows worthy hearts
Yearn past their last appeal,
So that we learn to never cease
Our search for what is real;

O Father count my days of pain,
For all I brought within,
That I might contemplate my end,
And payment of my sin,
That I might search inside myself,
To see the brutal lie,
And fathom only endless love,
How undeserved am I,
And all who ponder and who share,
These pathways I have been,
And all who walk repentant roads,
Forgiven of their sin.


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Truth

Truth

Forsooth! O truth, that barren thing!
Till death it knells a distant ring;
It reasons not, nor does it rhyme,
But anchors fast ‘neath seas of time,
Wherefrom myths lift to billowed sails,
And tell us legendary tales,
Of wishful treasures just to tease,
All those who search those pillaged seas,
Uncharted, churning in the past,
Forever bound though not held fast
To stories tethered in the wind,
That truth will yet in time rescind;
Why do we fear to validate—
Denying all we supplicate,
While swayed we are by love and hate,
Instead we only replicate?
Because we dread to meet this thing,
Though it might bring a kinder sting.


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Sweet Yesterday

O yesterday, sweet yesterday, when all the trees were stilled,
And listened to the whispered words of lovers unfulfilled,
Sure promises as morning sun and evening afterglow,
Forever beat in hearts so strong, that hope does overflow;

But then the mists of darkened clouds like silt in newborn streams,
Bring into shadows certain doubts, beclouding lifelong dreams,
And hate confused with innocence leaves nothing to deny,
Except supposed things revealed and false friends who will lie.

O yesterday, sweet yesterday, the future now grows dim,
For you are gone and I believed a story that was grim,
But it was false and you were true, long have you been denied,
Like rising waters truth is heard, that cannot blame the tide;

But I do blame myself—I do, for buying what was sold,
Into my heart the seeds were sown, this wretched story told,
For deep within it struck me down, its lie I let endure,
And now that time has past us by, I see that you were pure.

O yesterday, sweet yesterday, please let me try again,
And let me heal this broken heart of unforgiven sin,
For had I simply trusted more the person you had been,
And hindered motives that my heart had never really seen,

But now too late to mend our love, so clearly overdue,
You can no longer yearn for me, to someone else you’re true;
So tragic is this truth that love, with doubts cannot endure,
In lies of faithlessness it dies with motives so unsure.


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Be Brave

O how you fret my dear one so, while all good time will pass,
When thereupon you’ll wake to dawn, as better thoughts surpass
This moment of extreme distress, this murky, starless night,
Before you see a cresting sun and strands of its new light;
So do not you be so afraid that you should fall asleep,
For deep you dwell within my heart, a secret place I keep
The key to your safe journey to, a place you’ll not be stressed,
And just as newborn birds of spring, no hill will you not crest;
So carry on, and do not fret, for in this dream you’ll stay,
And you will come to see again, another brand new day.


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The Voyage

Once I sailed without a care, my passage was not sound,
I journeyed through a mystery for which no chart was found,
I sailed my ship on open seas of blissful ignorance,
Of how I came to be a fool in twilight’s ambiance;

For just as ocean wind and wave cannot of storms predict,
Or how these rocky shores of life in pain seem to inflict
A passion from the sea’s intent to voice the boiling deep,
While never quenching life’s great search for love it cannot keep;

So when I spied a wayward ship whence foam and sea abound,
I saw no wheel or ruddered keel wherefore she ran aground,
And lashed she was on battered shoals of deep ambivalence,
While amnesty could not entreat my quest to consequence;

I was a ship of treachery, I sailed without restraint,
With fables bold my stories told with voices very faint,
Just plundered treasures of your heart from lands of discontent,
Adventures yielding nothing true for which my life was spent;


While it was true I came to you, an uninvited guest,
A voyage long with sailor’s song, you were to be my quest
For I had searched in fathoms deep where undercurrents roll,
To steal the treasures of your heart, temptations of my soul;

Now who was I to feel so wrong to rob the souls who trust?
And those betrayed of false charades for all that they might lust?
And who was I but one who saw from where the storm winds blew?
That I became the very same for evil that they do?

Though haunted was my wanting heart profane for it to have,
To quell with balm its burning pain, that yearned to have the salve
And tenure of a noble ship possessed of something real,
Though I deceived its calm reprieve for what I came to steal;

For what was I? A buccaneer—my fortunes all but spent,
Contrived by virtue in pretense, I had no good intent,
For long ago my heart turned faux to all who had believed,
I told those lies with words so bold, to hearts that I deceived;

I was a ship of treachery, I sailed without restraint,
With fables bold my stories told with voices very faint,
Just plundered treasures of your heart from lands of discontent,
Adventures yielding nothing true for which my life was spent;


And foolishly I parted sea to sail within your heart,
A rover seeking just some gold who sailed without a chart,
But winds that swayed to guide my way and mast to steer me in,
To misty bays and tidal waves of dreaded pain within;

And then you asked me why I came, you swore me to no lies,
You made me struggle for the truth and words you’d not despise,
While nonetheless I did confess these ancient worlds within,
That desperation deep inside that contemplates all sin;

And while enraged this tempest waged its war within my soul,
And swept intentions from my heart wherein the sea bells toll,
Their final judgment of the night to morning skies of red,
Wherein my agonizing heart succumbed to all its dread;

While whetted were the winds that roared a truly deep remorse,
Within came calm before that storm from whence there seemed no source,
For all the simple hearts I robbed so surreptitiously,
I now saw wings of innocence that flew capriciously;

I was a ship of treachery, I sailed without restraint,
With fables bold my stories told with voices very faint,
Just plundered treasures of your heart from lands of discontent,
Adventures yielding nothing true for which my life was spent;


So now no longer do I sail for plunder and for thrill,
For bounties of such treachery cannot my heart fulfill,
They are but empty vagrancy from endless drifting days,
That bring the grave to every knave, for all his sins he pays;

But now I sail upon those dreams in search for what is real,
Devoid of compass, starry skies, with treasure not to steal,
For all exposed within my heart of which was not concealed,
Can never roam, nor return home, for all has been repealed;

And I will never sail again, nor deep the oceans ply,
But I will soar upon the winds where wings of eagles fly,
And search why clouds will ever shroud my final journey home,
From where none dare to raise a flag for fear that tempests roam;

So bid me not yet “fare thee well!” before my search is done,
For I will fly so far and wide to lands of midnight sun,
While rising from the seas of time are debts that overflow,
My pleadings are that I will pay to all for what I owe;

And I will be a cherished friend, who helps subside the pain,
Though I can never pay you back for nothing does remain
Of all that’s left in deep regret from which I do repent,
For empty is this hull of mine of fortunes that I spent;

Yet simple is this love of mine though we are far apart,
And it remains just as the day I sailed upon your heart,
And though it flutters high in clouds just as the winter dove,
It will remind you that I am an unencumbered love.

I was a ship with but one goal, to sail without restraint,
To travel deep within the soul, with voices very faint,
And every lie and story told, with all these I would taunt,
The one to whom I journeyed through with untruth I would flaunt;

But I am now an empty scow, that can no longer roam,
I have no rudder nor a sail to guide my journey home;
Though penitent, my treasure spent, I also cannot be,
The pirate ship that I once was that lived by treachery;

For was I meant to be content with deep sea wind and wave,
While I did fantasize for want, entanglements I craved,
Which brought me far too close therein, to stormwinds of the heart,
And I have no more steerage left, while seas tear me apart,

And I will lay beneath the waves and no more will I be,
But of a time and certainty when I sailed unto thee,
For I had sailed into your heart, and thereupon did yearn,
And voyaged far beyond the point from where I could return.


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