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The Dream Maker from Oz

sit and tell me your dream

This tale begins with warm western breezes pushing thru the land called Oz. The land of Oz was well known for the mystical people who call it home. People would come from afar to take consult from a ancient wise man.  This man a true ancient in Oz, with d...

The Woods

Look inside yourself for answers....

Running through the woods trying to get away but never seem able too. I'm searching looking for something some kind of answers. But the further I go the more lost I feel. Following this path then that but none feels quite right. It getting darker but I kn...

Harness The Wind

The woman I love is like the wind. She calls me smoke because I give her substance.

Mysterious, powerful, relaxing, adjectives describing the wind. It’s everywhere and nowhere. So perplexing! It’s will, no man dare rescind. It refreshes more than sun or seas when it chooses to wear its outer breeze. Just as quickly it dons its wrapping g...

In The Beginning

Love is the sweetest gift.....

When you came into my life, I wasn't prepared for what I found. You seemed to be hurt and deeply in pain and I felt a need to reach out a hand to help. After offering you friendship and a supportive, caring ear. Only to be reminded and told we had met in...

Our Cabin!

The sky was a burst of beautiful colours

I arrived late in the afternoon. Placing my bag in our room, I walked out onto the veranda. The sky was a burst of beautiful colours - oranges, pinks and purples. Oh, what a beautiful sight. The redwood table outside was set for two with candles flickerin...

I L Y!

Love you baby..

I close my eyes and begin thinking of you Longing to walk along the beach and dance in the waves, Or maybe lay on the sand, just holding hands. Views of the sunset, as we sit and eat dinner Each dreaming of later. You are my world, all the stars in the sk...

Watching the rain spattering on the panes Hearing the thunder in the distance It is the sound of hope At last. Soon the crocuses and the daffodilsWill burst through the fecund soil And the gardens will bloomOnce more. Sitting in the theater while they dan...

Have a little faith

Concerntrate on the here and now

With seven days to go To an event that may change my life forever. My mood is getting steadily worse.  So much darker and hopeless, Feeling so scared and alone not sure of what I might do. I need too STOP! Take some deep breaths, Wipe away the tears think...

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Let's Fight

Looking into myself

 As I stand here I think to myself,"Let's fight," looking into your eyesI want to scream, "You can't take everything!"But I think to myself, This won't helpAnd as I sit down,All my fight disappearsI look at you as I start to cry,As you walk awayI let you...

What Is Love?

For someone special

What is that I have been asked?What does love mean?To me it means you love someoneWith your heart and soulIt may start out by a chance meetingIt may be a stolen kissIt may be a feeling of excitement when you see that personIt may be a good laughIt may be...

Rambling rovers we may well beThe world is ours to roam, you seeTo spend our lives in ecstasyEnjoying life so gay and free. That was the map we made beforeTo travel wide from shore to shoreAnd open every secret doorEach hidden path we would explore. The f...

Piddling With A Hainted Heart

Piddling: [Intransitive verb] to waste; to dawdle or trifle; to piddle the time away. A euphemism.

Just because she doesn't cry,  Doesn’t mean a thing.  What she’s piddling with  Is a hainted heart. Sometimes tears  Can't cause a river  Deep enough for a woman  To dip her haint of a heart in  --Not when she has lived too long  In such a short time. Wha...