Useless Words
Nov/83
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Although he knew not what to say
He thought he was in love with her
Yet of her love he was not sure
But being near her, day by day
He could not tear his heart away
He tried to find a way to lure
Her deepest feelings, without cure
Thus came the thought for which he'd pay
A lonely man is he today
He'd spoke his heart, yet afterwords
She'd looked at him, then turned away
His words confused her; made her stray
Love's song is sweet when sung by birds
But man cannot put love in words
Oh, Well...
8/12/98
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There it is again
That soft flicker of stirring in my heart
I'm suprised to see it again
I had thought it was gone forever
Flames blown out by that cold Nor'easter
that was the end of my last love story
I remember how it used to be
That flicker of interest becomes a torch of desire
Growing into a raging bonfire of passion
But wait...it's gone again
Just as well
Another candle extinguished by a single drop of
rain that leaks through the ceiling
Or was it a tear falling from my cheek?
The Search
9/11/95
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We often look, but can we see
The things in life we think we want
Our searches sometimes leave us gaunt
Are life and love and liberty
Dealt in the cards for you or me
Does life reward us; does it taunt us
In the places that we haunt
Will we be all that we should be
And if we find, what is the fee
What will we have to leave behind
Will we go down on bended knee
And pray for our own sanity
A question echo's in my mind:
If we should seek, then shall we find?
Untitled
5/1/97
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And what is hope, if you've nothing to dream of
What is spirit, if all hope is gone
What is faith, without something to believe in
What is love, with no one to share it
What is life, if there is no love
Hope.
Dreams.
Spirit.
Faith.
Love.
Life.
Words...just words.
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