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Children of the New Dream
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Travel To Infinite Places

Music drifts through a thousand minds,
through doors, windows, walls,
Serenades sail tranquil waters,
ebb in one ear, flow out the next ,
ever onward into infinity

Lovers touch, sending electric messages beyond space and time,
turquoise crystal thoughts blow freely, across oceans, mountains, plains.
visions of extreme delights, fly faster than light,
beaming sensitivity beyond the eye.

Michael Levy, Point of Life


Sun sets at dusk, sparkling on frosted glass

beautiful colours play melodies on tired eyes

offering up consciousness to mists of dreams

A dancer glides onto the stage of my heart

ballerina whirls pirouette, rotating windless motion

in a moment leaping, exalted, wild,

suddenly calm, serene, peaceful, still

Her inviting smile compels me to dance

helpless in her arms, holding me to her.

Bodies merge, swaying in perfect rythym

she whispers love while building walls

a fortress protecting her painful heart, hurt before

Stage light fades, darkness surrounds my being

my dancer gone

but our dance remains.

A dazzling dawn sparkles on frosted glass

beautiful colours play melodies on tired eyes

I drift into memories of my perfect woman.

Dancer so divine, tear down your walls

dance with me forever.

George W Knox
Copyright March 1996


As friends
We shared so much more
Than other people may ever realized
We shared a closeness that is very precious
And a friendship that is very lasting
We know we don't have to be afraid of opening
Up to one another
Of trusting each other completely
Of appreciating every moment of time
We spend in one another's company
I'm not afraid the person I want to be with
When I want to feel crazy
Though it all I know you understand in the
Same way I understand you
There are other people whom I dearly love
And care about in this world
But there is no one quite like you
Everytime I look back
Our friendship has been one of the best
Parts of my yesterdays

LALS 1989 (siobhanspirit@aol.com)

Hope Is The Key

When you feel you need a drink
Just take time to sit and think
This does not mean you cannot cope
Things will wash out, just have hope.

When days are hard and you feel drained
Don't cave in with stress and strain
Just go to bed and have a sleep
Then look at them with just a peep.

Any problems that you may have
Won't look so awful or so bad
Just solve them all one by one
One more left, you're nearly done!!

Close the door on the one that's left
In the morning, it's gone, I bet!
See what hope and can do for you
I know, I've done it, been there too!

Copyright 2000 Margaret Gardiner-Kelly


I have searched many nights to see my warrior's shining light.
My heart beats strong with an undying love for my warrior
and I can hear his soft voice and feel his tender touch
upon me as he sails the wild seas to far off lands.
My thoughts travel deep to my warriors soul
so he will feel my sweetness and hear my whispers.
How I want to cross heavens seas to reach my warrior
and show him my passion
but these chains and shackles have a tight hold on my heart
and I can not free myself until my warrior
takes me into his arms and and confesses his heart to me,
so I will continue to wait for my warriors return to me,
hoping one day he will see deep into my eyes and know my heart,
for if he looks deep enough,
he will know he will no longer have to journy
the wild seas for he will see how wildly my heart
beats for him as he looks deeply into my eyes
and he will desire to make me his and I will be
free of these chains and shackles that bind
my heart and I can love freely once again.

On the Edge

Standing here on the brink
so afraid to take that step
not knowing if the possible fall
could bring the end of us.

But it calls....
the feeling of letting go....
wanting that moment in time
when two worlds become one
where all else ceases to exist.

Two souls...
whispering to each other
wanting so to touch, to complete
the journey of words
that has been begun.

Two hearts....
call one to the other
from mornings first light
to the twilight of days end
crying out for that missing piece.

Two hands....
clutch and hold tight
to the dreams of the night
that set free the soul of each
to be with the other.

Two cries.....
for the growing agony
of being in a life
that doesn't work any longer
searching for the courage
to take that step
from the edge.....


I come to those who call on me
I bring a message from their soul
I show majestic beauty
True oneness that were whole

I cry to bring attention
To the truth within each heart
My melody vibrates sweet
I am hawk I play my part

My wings show my vastness
I soar through every land
my flight is never ending
For my knowledge is in demand

I perch proud along side nature
I truly mystify most
I shall never tell of my power
For I am too humble to boast

We are all a link in this wonderous life
As brothers and sisters we are strong
And I sing to those who choose to listen

Maria Tianna Ward

The Pot Story

A water bearer in India had two large pots; each hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily with the bearer only delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. Nevertheless, the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you." "Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?" "I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path." Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful world flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. However, at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again, it apologized to the bearer for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That is because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you have watered them. For two years, I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being the just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."

The Moral of this Story:

Each of us has our own unique "flaws". We are all "cracked pots". However, it's the cracks and "flaws" we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You need to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.

There is a lot of good out there....

There is a lot of good in you.

Author Unknown

My Angel

(In Loving Memory Of Joseph Stancil)
A face of an angel is all that is here. One
Beautiful freckle equals one terrified tear.
Not ready to leave but it has to go.
Wants to go back but god says no.
Leaving your life is such a terrible thought.
I guess it's something that can't be fought.
A mother, A father, A brother, and friend,
a meaningful life suddenly ends.
An angel is what he was meant to be.
Now, just think of all he can see.
Looking over his family night and day.
Saying "I love you" in his own special way.
n the night we sleep in the day we cry,
he watches us from his star in the sky.
By: Lauren Miriam Love

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