Student of the Universe. Passionate about writing and righting the wrongs of the world....sense of humor never hurts. Love Richard Bach, Leonard Cohen and Anne McCaffrey.
I reach out to touch your soul,
As, again, I struggle to be whole.
If I reach inside and touch your heart,
I know my healing is on a great start.
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(De Va) Poems
You steal my soul and hide it in the deep You take my heart away to turn me into a sheep You come in the night and rape my mind You peel my imagination like a rind
A Walk In The Woods
As I wandered through the woods I come upon a squirrel and asked 'Can you see me? ' The squirrel replied,
Are You Here?
You rise in the morning, and you wonder where I am, You go to bed and lie there wondering if life is just a sham. As you drift off to sleep, you see me, but not my identity You hold me close in your dreams, wake alone, such a pity.
Do You Dream of Me
Do you dream of me As I dream of you Do you dream of us As I dream of us, too
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In my dreams I see your eyes So blue and yet so filled with lies. In my heart I see your soul So yellow, yet quite unwhole
On the Morrow
To write my soul upon the paper as I wander with the shaper Through the mist of time Along the banks of the River Rhine
You smiled at me as I rode by Upon a horse, way up high You looked into my eyes to see A woman who lives to be
I can offer a beam of light to put a glow upon your path... I can wrap you in my soul to protect you from the wrath....
You fill my soul with sorrow You tell me of the morrow. You fill my soul with smiles As we transcend the miles
You come to me in the night, Meeting me in Astro flight. Our hearts beat as one, As our souls know this fun.
Into the dark I fly Rising up so high Way up into the sky
How can I Know?
How can I know what is real? How can I know if my heart will heal? Why do I suffer in this depressive hell? When all I want is to be happy and well?
The willow droops her branches down, She reaches out to touch the ground As she mimics my hearts pain She shows the world how I refrain
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You steal my soul and hide it in the deep
You take my heart away to turn me into a sheep
You come in the night and rape my mind
You peel my imagination like a rind
Depression consumes my soul and empties me of essence
Depression takes the fire of my passion leaving senescence
Depression sets me in a prison in the deep dark dank
Depression fills me with tears because of his prank
Monster deep in the darkness on a starless night
Monster flying e'er so low on a maiden flight
Monster claws upon my limpid body as I try to escape
Monster in my soul, to me it ...