A Letter To My Beloved
My dear beloved Angel of my most Benevolent God,
I know all too well the fear you must now feel;
Yet, onward toward our dreams shall we sikerly plod-
And allow none to abscond, nor to further steal
Away what has been our dream, for so very long;
I need you, as I shall, to remain resolute and strong-
For the storm is now over, and the seas have recessed-
Return now may we, to our consort, wholly blessed
By one another, and blessed for each, contrariwise.
Ere long, if thou hast not heretofore, shalt come to realize,
That fear is but a temporary interlude, to love's permanence-
And, courage in the face of same, gifts a amorous magnificence
That has only ever been seen in the scape of fanciful dream;
Be brave my beloved, and this time shall fleet fastly, to seem
But prologue to the epic opus that is our love story, true-
Have not fear, think not dubiety-as I shall be there, with you!
poem by Maurice Harris
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The Dream
DEAR love, for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy dream;
It was a theme
For reason, much too strong for fantasy.
Therefore thou waked'st me wisely; yet
My dream thou brokest not, but continued'st it.
Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories;
Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best,
Not to dream all my dream, let's act the rest.
As lightning, or a taper's light,
Thine eyes, and not thy noise waked me;
Yet I thought thee
—For thou lovest truth—an angel, at first sight;
But when I saw thou saw'st my heart,
And knew'st my thoughts beyond an angel's art,
When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when
Excess of joy would wake me, and camest then,
I must confess, it could not choose but be
Profane, to think thee any thing but thee.
Coming and staying show'd thee, thee,
But rising makes me doubt, that now
Thou art not thou.
That love is weak where fear's as strong as he;
'Tis not all spirit, pure and brave,
If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have;
Perchance as torches, which must ready be,
Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me;
Thou camest to kindle, go'st to come; then I
Will dream that hope again, but else would die.
poem by John Donne
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For US, His One Plan
You said very recently: 'We are waiting for you! '
I am here, through an Inspired Act of God, Beloved-now what do I do?
And you also said: , 'My.... what do I say to such loving thoughts? ? ? ? ? ? You know how I feel....',
Yes, yes I do Beloved, now ask yourself, how might I deal,
Knowing that you and I are so very close, and I, needing you so very much-
Am left in your own back yard, lacking your tender touch,
When we have BOTH expressed many times, OUR desires for same;
I do not besmirch you, nor do I now, or ever, attempt to assess blame-
I merely need to feel the warmth, and know again, the solace-
Of your much-anticipated, many-ways-aspired, loving embrace!
You have expressed an ardent desire, to be: 'to be the first voice I hear when I awake';
To you, I retort, with: 'Away, away, doth the mere thought of being near to you, my breath, take! '
You have said many times to me: 'You capture my soul, Moe...that is not easy to do! ';
'You had captured mine soul many years years ere, Beloved! ', is my reply, to you!
You have said: 'I love you', on many occasions, though this shocked even YOU!
I have always been been amazed and comforted by the same, every time you do;
Never have I asked anything of you; you just gave it to me, because you DO love me-
In fact, I KNOW in no uncertain terms, even BEFORE you read this, you think of me
Most fondly, as you have never before, with regard to any other man,
Because you KNOW that this IS God's Work, and NO other plan
Has been hatched or schemed, to 'rescue you', or 'our relationship'-
Our's has ALWAYS, and ever been a wholly, symbiotic partnership,
Where you Gift me all I have ever needed, wanted, all that for which I have prayed-
And all the fears you know have of YOUR own dreams, have only just delayed
Those very same dreams from meeting with wondrous fruition!
You and I are one another's life-long, much-dreamt ambition,
For both one another, and for each-WE are the dream come true
For all who love each of us individually, as well as both of us, combined;
Our life, our love, our hopes, our dreams-have always and ever been intertwined
With one another's, as is evidenced by all the 'history' we two will ALWAYS share;
Your fear caused you to try to extinguish this, but you cannot dare,
As you know as well as I-THIS is REAL, TRUE, AND AMAZING-
THIS awe-inspiring, fear-inducing, crazy LOVE, that is raising
OUR hopes, dreams, and ambitions ever higher than even WE ever conceived-
Yet, each time, and together-WE have had the Faith, where perhaps others disbelieved,
What we have ALWAYS known to be His Truth for us, about us, and through us-
NOW is the moment WE have been waiting for OUR entire lives-He knew us
Before ever we knew ourselves-He alone knew all along what we both came to know,
And He alone knew what He would do; what He would need from us; and what He would show
To the entire world at this very Blessed moment in BOTH our Earthly lives;
Heavenly Father 'does not roll dice', as Einstein once said-nor surely contrives
Events as He has for us, for no reason at all; He is using BOTH you and me,
To show those who may still need persuasion, the 'When, How, Who, and Why' of the WE-
His Most Blessed and Most Loved-we now LIVE His Answer right now,
Though you KNOW this is the Truth, you do not know quite how
To embrace it, as you are still in utter disbelief-
Come with me Beloved, and through me, shed the Grief
Of your very own fragile heart, to re-claim the heart you already possess-unafeared
Of your dreams realization! Have you, I wonder, peered
Into same, to ensure its guard, to prepare it for the Wonder that awaits it! ?
I KNOW that you have Beloved, through your actions of late, it
Is blatantly obvious that your decision remains steadfast, and resolute-
You simply MUST heed the Call of Your Heart-it otherwise does not compute,
That you would simply throw away your desires, your wants and the Answers to YOUR Prayers!
THAT is how I KNOW you SHALL live the Life of Wonder with YOUR Beloved, that another only dares-
To conceive! You are the most Inspiring, Faithful, Beautiful, Strong, and Graceful Lady, I have ever known-
This is Seen by Heavenly Father too-this is why He gifts YOU the Greatest Gift He has ever Shown
To the world, namely, the Love you feel in your closely-guarded heart-He NEEDS your Faith more than ever!
THIS is merely the Storm Before The Calm I have spoken of ere, in rhyme-YOU surely CAN weather,
This or any other-AND, you play Mother Nature right now-YOU can make the sky shine resplendently-
Though you do not now, nor have you ever had to, work all alone, independently
Of The Mate For Your Soul, Travel Partner, or Bucket Man-sikerly, they are all One man-
I am 'he', and 'he' is I-God-and WE-may work together to ensure for US, His One Plan!
-Maurice Harris,4 February 2012
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The Transmogrification Of An Idea, To A Reality
I do not have to tell you that you have nothing to fear-
You know better than anyone, but I, what is happening here:
Your 'idea' is becoming real, and THAT scares you to death;
Now, you may not protect yourself any longer, by saying
Those things to me that take away your labored breath-
Now, you have to confront the love that is not allaying,
In spite of the many miles, much time, and many an obstacle;
You know it was this nemesis called fear-responsible for this debacle,
And ultimately to blame-not I, who did anything wrong-
In fact, I AM the love you guard in your heart, and have for so very long;
Please beloved, stop assessing blame for things I have not done;
Your weakness is only temporary, and freedom from fear will soon be won!
Beloved, I ask naught of thee, you are not willing to give-
Yet, I implore thee, beat back fear, and become, willing to live!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Hey There Beloved
Hey there beloved why are you walking away from me?
Hey there beloved don't you know all those gifts are from me?
Hey there beloved I carried you through your storms
Hey there beloved come back to me
Hey there beloved don't you know I'm waiting with open arms
Hey there beloved I wish you were not blind but could turn back and see
Hey there beloved don't you notice my art?
Hey there beloved my love for you is in every night sky
Hey there beloved look for my love in the sunset
Hey there beloved, the sun is for you
Hey there beloved the coolness of clouds is for your enjoyment
Hey there beloved I love you
Hey there beloved You can walk away
Hey there beloved it makes me cry when you chase other lovers, but
Hey there beloved I'll let you go because I want you to choose me
Hey there beloved I want you to learn to love me
Hey there beloved don't go to them
Hey there beloved they cannot fill you up
Hey there beloved, I'll never give up on you
Hey there beloved I'm full of tears
Hey there beloved I made you for so much more
Hey there beloved you don't have to dress like that
Hey there beloved they don't really love you
Hey there beloved you're more than just a body
Hey there beloved you don't have to try to be something you're not
Hey there beloved I still love you
Hey there beloved you don't have to earn my love
Hey there beloved those things won't satisfy you
Hey there beloved heed my voice that path will destroy you
Hey there beloved you're broken, but
Hey there beloved my heart breaks for you
Hey there beloved can't you see the brokenness?
Hey there beloved why do you ignore me
Hey there beloved.... I love you with all that I am
Hey there beloved, that's everything there is
Hey there beloved I love you with my entire being
Hey there beloved that's grander than the universe itself
Hey there beloved you've strayed so far away
Hey there beloved I'll always call you back
Hey there beloved I'll always be waiting
Hey there beloved I still love y-
Hey there beloved h--
Hey there be-----
Hey--------
H--------
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poem by David Knox
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Consideration Of The Fear Of The Mate For Your Soul
Have you not stopped, to consider I may also be scared to death! ?
Perhaps it is because, neither one of has truly taking life's first breath-
And shall not, until our hearts' verity is addressed in the way it is due;
Perchance my beloved, be not afeared any longer of your heart's call-
For, it is what you have awaited for so very long-as I have awaited you,
To lift the curtain off the heartache that has been my heart's pall
For so very long-I am forever in your debt, not for precisely what you did,
But for the resultant of your actions as they are now; As you were afeared, you hid
Behind a veil of secrecy, to protect yourself from further harm, as others hurt you!
As you have been terse in the recent past, I may be, in a different way, curt too!
Now that we are no longer burdened by our past, each, contrariwise-
Perhaps now beloved, you shall begin, in your own way, to realize:
Fear may cause many actions or inactions, to keep certain things secret-
But, the only truth that emerges from this arcanum is love-you could not keep it
Under wraps any longer, and it needed to emerge from the coccoon of your heart's coffer,
Where until its escape, it remained so very closely guarded; Now though, this proffer
Of love sans pareil, may not be masked from this world-all now know of its strength;
One more truth may escape you though, which is: no matter of distance, nor of length
Of time, I shall be here waiting to help you realize that the this love is the fortitude
You believe you lack-then only beloved, shall you truly see this love, and the necessitude
It imparts, to both you and your heart: namely, you simply must beat back the nemesis that is fear,
And allow to blossom further, the ardor of your own heart, that for always, is near!
poem by Maurice Harris
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I Learn Of Strength, Beauty, Love and Compassion
My heart resides with thee, its tutelar;
My consort with thee, in many ways didascalar-
I learn of strength, beauty, love and compassion;
Rare indeed, yet you possess and gift them, absent ration!
As each day passes to the morrow,
I learn more from thee, with hope to borrow
More permanence still, with the passing of days-
Hoping beyond all hope that this bounty stays!
I reside now in a state heretofore only in the scape of dream;
My reality supplants this aspiration, though real it did seem!
I must cause remind daily that this glory be not a wraith;
Proof positive this hath been, in the overwhelming power of faith!
I shan't cease erudition, thee not, pedagogy-same, contrariwise;
Sikerly this shall be our future, as in the morrow, the Sun shall again rise!
Maurice Harris,18 May 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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On A Clear Day, I Can See Forever
On a clear day, I can see forever-
But forever is ne'er more near
Than when I think of you and I together,
As we would be, if I lived in a world sans fear;
In those days, I was only able to see 'tomorrow',
Naught more, and thought I knew not what love meant;
Now, I look back at my naivete with the sorrow
That a broken heart gifts, wondering where my love went!
Oh, to do it all over again-sikerly I would-
But I cannot, so thoughts as this, do no good.
We may, however, be so blessed if we begin anew-
And shall, if you love me as I love you!
Ah, but to see forever, where today is merely its start,
Would inspire my soul and surely embolden this heart,
Which now knows not fear, only its betterment,
And casts aside any form of fret as just another impediment
That keeps my heart in darkness, where it craves light-
My soul from its inspiration, and my mind, from fanciful flight!
On a clear day, we may see forever,
Though not with our eyes, and only together!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Letter To A Dream Named Anna
My dear sweet Anna,
You are like a dream come true, but I fear that you are just a dream. A dream I had one night so long ago. How I wish that you were real to me for I could devote the rest of my life with a woman like you. If I had the world I would lay it at your feet. A woman as beautiful as your self can only be a dream. All my waking hours I dream of a lovely lady like you.
I would fly you away to my arms if I could. I have not the means to do such a thing so you remain a dream. A dream I wished I could have, but I have to face reality each day knowing you are so far away. I am hunted by your spell over me. You are a dream that I wish never to wake from. For if I were to pass away in my dream, I would die a happy man knowing an angel loved me once.
To hold and kiss you would be heaven divine. Your lips are perfect and sensuous. Your eyes are warm and welcoming. Your face men would die for. Your hair is so perfect and neat. You are so sultry and sexy only to be found in a dream. What else could any man ask for? I am but a mere mortal touched by an angel for you are like a wisp of the wind. You can be felt but never touched.
You are too lovely to be a lone. Any man that would pass you up is a fool. How I have prayed and wish you were real. How I wish you were that dream that came true. How I wish that when I wake from my dream I saw your lovely face looking back at me for then I would know that I have truly died and went to heaven. I would know that all my prayers are now answered. O’ what a lovely day that would be, but you are just a dream and I am awake now.
dreams
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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A Love Secret
Love has its secrets, joy has its revealings.
How shall I speak of that which love has hid?
If my beloved shall return to greet me,
Deeds shall be done for her none ever did.
My beloved loved me. How shall I reveal it?
We were alone that morning in the street.
She looked down at the ground, and blushed, and trembled.
She stopped me with her eyes when these did meet.
``What wouldst thou, sweet one? What wouldst thou with sorrow,
Thou, the new morning star with me, the night?
What are those flowers thou holdest to thy bosom?
What are the thoughts thou hidest from my sight?''
``Thine are these flowers,'' she said, ``these foolish roses,
And thine the thoughts, if thus it be thy will.
I hold them close for fear that thou shouldst mock me,
I hold them to my heart for fear of ill.''
``Nay, what of ill? 'Tis only age is evil,
Only forgetfulness and grief and pain;
What dost thou know of grief, that thou shouldst fear it?
Mine is the grief who cannot love again.''
She raised her eyes, she looked at me in wonder,
``The ache is here,'' she said, ``by night and day;
I cannot teach my heart to bear its burden,
I cannot turn my silence from its way.''
``Speak to me, child. I am thy wise physician,
A man acquainted with all grief can teach;
There is no sorrow but has joy for sister,
No silence but finds counterpart in speech.''
My beloved laughed. She saw through my dissembling;
She held to me her hand, that I might kiss,
The inside of her hand. 'Twas like a petal
Of her own roses, but more dear than this.
I felt its pulses, like a bird in prison;
``Sweet child,'' I said, ``what wouldst thou I should prove?
I cannot make thee wiser than thy wisdom,
Who knowest all things since thou knowest love.''
How shall I tell it? How shall I reveal it?
I led her by the hand, as thus I said,
Back from the street to where it stood, my dwelling,
And closed the door on where it stood, my bed.
Her laughter stopped. ``Nay, use not thou unkindly.
Thine is the hand to deal or spare the blame;
I dare not be to thee thus uninvited,
Thou dost not know me, hast not learned my name.''
How shall I tell it? How shall I reveal it?
Love in that instant found its latest birth,
``Soul of my soul,'' I cried, ``thy name is Pleasure,
The sweetest thing to love on this sad Earth.''
I held her in my arms, I pressed her fastly.
``Ah, if thou lovedst me indeed,'' she cried.
``I love thee, and I love thee,'' was my answer,
``My sister, my beloved one, my bride!''
Love has its secrets. Joy has its revealings.
I speak of this which love in vain has hid;
If my beloved shall return to greet me,
Deeds shall be done for her none ever did.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Nightmares End, Dreams Do Not
Nightmares end, after not so long, though dreams do not;
Life which I enjoyed, was this dream, still be, it ought!
The road has been difficult for me, even harsh-
Yet still on I plod, to my family I still march!
Ne'er shall I forget these times, surely not e'er;
Return to feel this way again shall I, ne'er!
Bring back to me and mine, that we love, all;
Make it so, from hence I must go, you must hear my call!
Lovely there, lonely here; Still do you have this fear?
Protect thee shall I, from threat of such returning, near!
Here for thee, always I shall be-hopeful am I for you to see
That I am he, who would part the seas-your best friend, me!
Here I stand, for your judgment and perusal;
I giveth your heart the right of first refusal!
19 December 2007
poem by Maurice Harris
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Slow the love (Continues) Final Episode Undone
The beloved asked who told you this
Art thou God to decide the fate
Calling the episodes as the final
Did not the love tell you of the thought
So sacred but the blasphemy of love
As the story goes when the legendry lover
Adam Khan* dies with story teller in tears
From the audience a man with a sword
Bring him back or you pay with your life
The horse with the wings that thou flyeth
In the visions ah the beloved appeared
In dreams in the nature in the loneliness
Of nights and the afternoons thou spent
The episode who knows what final or primal
From the beloved thou wanted separation
In the religion of love none worshiped
None worshipper as no rituals in play
No ablution no baths in the rivers
Nothing is sacred and nothing is dear
Yet thou think to close the episode
Let the beloved be the guide don’t meddle
Decide not the fate that thou knowest not
Nothing in here and let the mystery
Of love unfold for the eyes and the ears
On the soil and down the horse on doorstep
To the city of love with the pride
Leave the judgment to the universal soul
He shall not judge the lovers as judgment for what
Just a breath away is the annihilation in waiting
Hold on the hands of beloved for a dance tonight
*Adam Khan-Durkhanai, epic story of love.
7/2/2009
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Special One
Two thousand years gone by and going strong
well never fear my love it won't be long
you say you've had enough, it seems so wrong
now it's suicide, oh my love
and now you know just why I'm here
and now my eyes they see so clear
no fear
where do we go from here, it's in your head
so many tears we'll cry before we're dead
remember me my love and what we said
I will stand by you all night long
and now you know just why I'm here
and now my eyes can see so clear
oh baby
just like the dreams you grow old and die
noone pretends to know just why
I feel the calm before the storm
I'm here
kiss me again before you go
there's something else that you should know
my life will be hell without you my belle
oh, give all my love, my love
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Love Fulfilled
Hast thou longed through weary days
For the sight of one loved face?
Mast thou cried aloud for rest,
Mid the pain of sundering hours;
Cried aloud for sleep and death,
Since the sweet unhoped for best
Was a shadow and a breath?
O, long now, for no fear lowers
O’er these faint feet-kissing flowers.
O, rest now; and yet in sleep
All thy longing shalt thou keep.
Thou shalt rest and have no fear
Of a dull awaking near,
Of a life for ever blind,
Uncontent and waste and wide.
Thou shalt wake and think it sweet
That thy love is near and kind.
Sweeter still for lips to meet;
Sweetest that thine heart doth hide
Longing all unsatisfied
With all longing’s answering
Howsoever close ye cling.
Thou rememberest how of old
E’en thy very pain grew cold,
How thou might’st not measure bliss
E’en when eyes and hands drew nigh.
Thou rememberest all regret
For the scarce remembered kiss,
The lost dream of how they met,
Mouths once parched with misery.
Then seemed Love born but to die,
Now unrest, pain, bliss are one,
Love, unhidden and alone.
poem by William Morris
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A Heart, Aflutter
I remember you fondly, each and every day;
Though we now live lives, most disparate,
You have a place in my heart, where you'll always stay;
I wish to profess my love, and with the whole world, share it-
So that all, whether far afield or nigh
May hear of the love story, first fashioned as a fanciful dream!
If but our hearts were to consort, and our souls, ally,
All would then know this Angel held in my highest esteem!
Take a chance-all my amorous dreams fulfilled, the reward-
Allow your heart and soul to consort, with what they ardently adored,
For many moons, though mostly, from afar;
No need to bide any longer, come as you are-
A place has been reserved that only you may fill;
A heart has been set aflutter, which only you may still!
-Maurice Harris,23 November 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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The Brave Fear
A fear that dispels all other fears
A fear that conquers all other fears
A fear that elevates
A fear that sustains
The brave fear
To have it is to fear
To maintain it is to obey
To fear the Creator
To obey His majesty
The brave fear
A fear that defeats that of death
A fear that is from God’s providence
A fear that imparts confidence
A fear that imparts mirth
The brave fear
This fear from the Lord comes
This fear to the Lord directs
All your being and resources
All your future in His hands it places
The brave fear
Fear this fear not
Possess this fear
Buy this fair fear
With all your fair lot
The brave fear
To buy this fear
Wise is to grow
Security you bear
Your life to reach the brow
The brave fear
The brow of living
In eternity peacefully
The brow of being
What God created you to be fully
The brave fear
The brave fear is this
That all other fears you may have
Exchange them with this
That Christ is there you to save
From all other coward fears
poem by Obed Akuma
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A Hymn to God the Father
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which is my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When though hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.
Wilt thou forgive that sin by which I have won
Others to sin? and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.
I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
Swear by thy self, that at my death thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now and heretofore;
And, having done that, thou hast done,
I fear no more.
poem by John Donne
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Fear Not My Love
Fear not my love
Take me back into your heart
Fear not my love
Let us make a fresh start
Fear not my love
The past is behind
Fear not my love
No more doubts in your mind
Fear not my love
Let me give back all I abused
Fear not my love
Perspicuous, lucid, unconfused
Fear not my love
I'll not withhold or reserve
Fear not my love
You shall have all you deserve
Fear not my love
In my arms be secure
Fear not my love
For all time it will endure
Fear not my love
It is yours for the taking
Fear not my love
It is ours for the making
Fear not my love
Seek the future we planned
Fear not my love
Together hand in hand
poem by Michael Ernst
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Terrified of Me...
Do you know,
know how it feels?
No of course not,
how could I expect,
someone to understand it all,
understand the fear,
the pain
it's so much.
You've yet to discover,
that we all hold fear
within ourselves,
but you don't yet get it,
do you?
I'm not who I claim to be,
I'm not strong through the pain,
I'm not brave through the fear,
I'm just not!
I don't know,
where or when,
I'll finally realize it,
realize that I need help,
that I need someone,
to call my strength.
We all need someone like that...
Someone to be strong
when we are weak,
someone to be brave
when we want to run and hide.
I've never said this before,
but I know deep down inside it's true,
I'm scared to know,
who I really am.
I'm scared to know who
I'll be.
I don't want to know her,
that person that is staring
at me in the mirror.
She frightens me!
I know that she
knows what she's doing
I know that she,
will be the best that she can.
But I'm not like that.
I'm not wise,
or strong
or brave
or anything of that sort,
I'm just me....
a terrified being...
Terrified of me...
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Dreamer
Why are my eyes always full of this vision of you
Why do I dream silly dreams that I fear won't come true
I long to show you the stars
Caught in the dark of the sea
I long to speak of my love but you don't come to me
So I go on asking if maybe one day you'll care
I tell my sad little dreams to the soft evening air
I am quite hopeless it seems, two things I know how to do
One is to dream
Two is loving you
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Your God Is Fear
Your god is fear
That all you are
Is all there is
Your god is fear
And nothing more
Of all of this
Your god is fear
Been and gone
in the blink of an eye
Fear of ever breathing
Fear of ever leaving
Fear of ever changing
Forever, for now
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
That all you are
Is all there is
Your god is fear
Of nothing more
Than all of this
Your god is fear
Been and gone
In the blink of an eye
Fear of ever choosing it
Fear of ever losing it
Fear of ever playing
Forever, for now
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
Just for a moment
Feel it inside
Feel it alive
Feel your desire
Feel it catch fire
Feel it inspire
How all you are
Is all there is
Nothing ever moves
In anything
Open your mind
Step out of time
Let yourself die
And your god is
Your god is
Your god...
song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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