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Atlantis
The sun’s fire tastes my skin,
A breeze over water to cool the burn.
Eyes shift from brown to blue as I take the first step.
Water clear and some how crystalline flows over me, through me,
Waves created from my own hand.
Deep under the surface a world unfolds,
Green fingers reach for mine, a silky embrace.
Pushing along the current,
My hands memorize the feel.
Everything from the past is brought forward,
A history never recorded,
Retained in the lines of my palm.
My story,
..........Her story,
.....................His story,
................................Their story,
.............................................Our story…
........................................................A time forgotten,
A lifetime remembered.
Each memory of touch,
.........................Taste,
..............................Heartache,
........................................Love,
.............................................Hate,
..................................................Sorrow,
.........................................................Joy.
Each crashes into me from the memories,
From the depths beneath the surface.
Gentle waves bring me back to the shore,
The memories won’t be forgotten again.
© May 15, 2009


Silent Stone
I love to give hugs, great big ones,
I laugh and smile just like you.
I have my ups and my downs,
Sometimes I can relate...
Other times I at least try.
But all you can say or think,
Stabs me through the heart.
I try to comfort you, I try to encourage too...
All I ever get is hurtful words.
I ask for your help so I can change,
But you turn away.
How am I supposed to know where to walk,
If you've taken away the lamp?
I need a guide to show me, so I don't fall.
If I can't walk forward, then all I can do is sit.
I sit here for years and never change...
I'm becoming a statue of silence.
Just remember, a statue cannot laugh nor smile...
And stone cannot give comfort and hugs.
© November 06, 2008


Who is Me?
This body isn’t mine, my body had no scars, this one does….
This room isn’t mine, my pink walls were happy and bright, these are dark and wrong
These hands aren’t mine, my hands were soft and graceful, and these are rough
These lips are not mine, my lips were soft and always smiling, these are hard like stone
This mind is not mine, my mind was full of happy fairy tales, I can only think of darkness
These words are not mine; my words had life to them, these words wish for something…
They wish for something less.

What happened to me? Have I fallen so low that I can’t feel myself breathe?
Who am I really? Am I just a number to everyone else?
Can you see my face? Or do I wear a mask?

This life isn’t mine; my life was full of joy and laughter…
This life is wrong; this is not my life…

Why am I here?
© September 22, 2008


Elements Come as One
Clear and Beautiful night,
So distant from my finger tips,
I long to swim in the sea of stars.

Sparkling water,
Constantly flowing,
Please carry me to my home.

Fresh grasses so green,
Your scent takes me to a fantasy,
A world a way from this.

Warmth of a candle’s glow,
Fire, you warm my heart,
Give guidance through the dark.

Wind beneath feather and wing,
Carrying a bird as she sings,
A surrounding comfort.

Bright morning sun,
You burn away my flesh,
Make me new and whole again.
© September 3, 2008