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Goddess Mother by: Mermaid 1998 Listening to the quiet breeze Whispering through the towering trees I am at awe..... Who created the beautiful spendor Delicate flowers, blossums so tender That I saw..... Could one create the thumdering rains The peaceful meadows, the rolling plains The sun so high..... A sparkling ocean so full of life Enormous mountains at whithering heights The endless sky..... And as I pondered amongst the ferns Day to night -- the scenery turns Dark too soon..... Agasp I hear the answer aloud A gorgeous face in silvery clouds The crescent moon..... My Goddess, I cry, twas you who made The earth, on which, my head is laid Why didn't I see?? The Goddess gently reaches down She wipes my tears, erases my frown And smiles upon me In peace.........

Untitled by: L. G. Smith 3/16/98 As the gentle breeze wisps through their laughter and secrets, when does it know to carry them on, where to carry them off, or why it is taking them there? When that laughter is shared and the secrets are spared does that wind carry the care? On wings of an unseen messenger does come the seasons of change: Joy to be found in laughter; Secrets forged from sorrows and grief. From where will this herald arrive, on course through measure of time and how shall we reply? These answers may lie from whence it came or stay unrevealed until the next change, And we, we can only take heed as it shifts course and navigate our own directions as we are carried in it's embrace.

Searching by: L. G. Smith '98 One man stands alone, But is he man? A traveler of both time and space To end here on this remote plane He has seen the inhabitants And they see him, But they do not see a man, they Only see the reflections of themselves Often becoming frightened or dismayed and often turn away He knows how they feel For those infinite seconds he was them. He felt them as they drew in their first breath And knows how they will expel their last He knows why they fear and why they fear him He always finds himself alone and questions if he is man Searching his heart to only find the Rhythm that sustains His life echoing like thunder across the skies, Currents of the passing waters reaching the oceans Are his life’s blood, pulsing with the changing tides. His body carved from the wind and rain And his spirit blessed by God But what is a blessing worth when one can’t share it among others? What is the purpose of a soul without it’s own emotions? He questions these things as he weeps in other’s sorrows, Feels the warmth from their joy, And whispers their deepest secrets to the dark skies He is alone, yet he must cling to them And he would despise them if he could But those few who have shared in their grace Have given him a new hope, That all this may change and he too Can nurture and grow to share that one emotion that set his being into existence; Love, the purest of all

An Old Soul by: L. G. Smith '98 Today I saw an old soul, but she didn’t recognize me as such. A piercing gaze obscured with doubt and denial I wonder, did she choose to be that way or was she led astray? Today an old wound resurfaced from those who did recognize me as such - That heartfelt sensation the mind cannot comprehend- An essence of truth, and a curse that forbids the inevitable. I wonder, how many more lifetimes must I endure? Today, and as always, an instant thought became an eternal consequence Vibrating echoes throughout all that is sacred A fluctuation attains new purpose and manifests Into what seems old and familiar I wonder, will it recognize me as such? Tomorrow we continue forward and etch ourselves into the past And regather those energies we set forth from today Those some would call ‘experience’, others ‘circumstance’ Nonetheless a grand design for all

Child Of The Moon by: Mermaid 1998 Night falls - And the moon shines so bright… I lie back… And bask in her cool light. Silver Goddess… Shining in the velvety midnight sky… Thing of beauty Every person feeling her earthly tie. In the darkness… Her light can always be your guide.. Affecting all…. Even the oceans powerful tide. Never to be lost… Whether a tiny sliver or in her full glory… The moon speaks.. And shares her mystical story

Rain Dance by: Mermaid 1997 The clouds open wide… And let out the rain…. I can hear it on the rooftops.. Calling out my name! I am drawn outside… To feel the droplets on my skin.. I smile toward the sky… And let it all soak in! My Clothing……so wet… My hair stuck to my face… I turn about and laugh out loud.. The rainclouds I embrace! I love the rainfall on my body.. The cold myst in my eyes I love when the rain falls upon me… Erupting from the skies. When my body begins to shiver… As my skin feels so cold.. I regretfully go indoors Out of the rains encompassing hold… Until the next time….. That the rain chooses to fall… Then once again I will venture out… As I know that it will call!.

Alone by: Mermaid 1997 Hello? Hello? Is there anyone here? Am I craving….. to have someone near? Alone…..all alone… I tell myself "I don’t mind!" As I look about frantically… For another soul to find. I say "I am independent"… That I don’t need anyone else. Yet I shudder to think… Of spending life by myself. What does this say of me? Am I afraid of loneliness? Do I fear life without closeness.. To never feel another’s caress. To only have my own thoughts.. To only see the world my way.. Now that would be a shame. An enormous price to pay! SO I choose to share my life… With friends and family. But save a precious little piece.. For me and only me!

Vision by: Mermaid 1997 Come closer...... Look into my eyes....... Do you see me? Or what you want me to be?

Dream Desire by: Mermaid 1997 Surrounded by darkness Alone in my bed Sleep overcomes me Dreams enter my head Far, far away In some exotic land You lay beside me On the hot, dark sand The sight of your body Beneath the sun afire Brings new feeling to me Passion and desire And as evening settles A rain begins to fall And we huddle together Protected from it all Your kisses alight a flame That burns inside my heart And then I feel you kiss my neck... Control just falls apart We tumble to the ground Our bodies become one We create a fantasy That cannot be undone And as you make sweet love to me.... I know that we will always be....... A flame that burns forever strong A love that lasts, unlike a song

Dreamscape by: Mermaid 1997 Pink, Gold, Orange and Blue The sun is setting, the day is through This beauty I would always keep If only I did not have to sleep The light is fading, fading fast And then the darkness comes at last Do I fear this blinding veil, By the light that is so pale? Alone, alas, I am not sad This darkness, it is not so bad Envelopes in it's sightless bliss The light of day I do not miss In darkness.......I can dream anew Create a world for me and you Where waters fall and flowers bloom And lovers kiss by the light of the moon Where only peace and harmony Wait there for us beside the sea The sun will shine, the breeze will blow And love is the only thing that we know Together we are one you see For there is only you and me And Pink, Gold, Orange and Blue Last on and on, the whole night through

The Clown Prince by: Dan Gladden 1997 In His world he sits Alone, Shouting orders from his Throne. A Golden Crown upon his head, Satin sheets upon his bed. He looks in the mirror and see's a clown, He looks on his face and sees a Frown, Not realizing what he's got... In his Book, would be the Plot. The title would be his name, The Scenery would be his shame. And All Throughout He's Sit Alone, Shouting orders From his Throne.

Puzzle Box by: Dan Gladden 1997 A Rage Building Deep inside, Emotions left No Place To Hide. A Cold that Starts In his Heart, From A Spark A Fire Starts. A Lonely babe in the woods, how can his crys be misunderstood. A Seeking Predator Looking For Prey, once again his heart strays. Many things All Tied in one, Look past them, his rule of thumb. Piling, Piling, higher and higher, Is this misery his True desire. A box to hide, a Path to Run, A mask to wear to see The Sun. Another day and Resolution, A Giant Puzzle with No Solution.

   
Last Updated: 7/8/99