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	You in Me A set of eyes stare back into my own; I see reflected in them the intensity of the Passion that I feel, And my world begins to haze ... As I melt into the warmth Of your blueish grey eyes I search their depths for a Soul Like my own ... We are both hoping, Both lost, but waiting ... For someone to walk quietly beside in the darkness Someone to hold the hand of in the heat of passion Someone to experience awe with in a moment of beauty Someone to understand unspoken thoughts and deepest feelings... And as I continue to gaze Into your Eyes Soul searching ... You shed a single tear ... A tear of happiness. I lift my hand To brush it from your cheek, but ... .... I hit glass, And am reminded It is only a raindrop that has fallen On my reflection in the window.
Orange Flavored Rain The sun sets in it's blaze The dying fire consumes Of all the things I knew I'd leave I never pictured you I'm staring at the clouds Breathing through the pain Hoping for a taste Of orange flavored rain So I'm sitting here alone Wondering where you've gone Listening to the storm Thunder that sounds like a sad song Whispering your name As a simple breathless prayer Thinking all the while Sometimes life isn't fair The sun is all but gone Seems life here won't be the same And all I'm waiting for Is a taste of orange flavored rain
	Meloncholy Sweetness A crystal colored waterfall Enveloped by the wave Enclosing me in its grasp Falling in my grave A shadow has engulfed the light My heart begins to burn Dripping clouds fall to the ground Like stars as they turn Dreams of melancholy sweetness Has swept throughout my soul Locking me inside my cell Making me unwhole A silver moon and velvet sky Creeping into my dreams Holding me outside the world That bleeds as it screams
Children of the Glass Every day she peels away her natural face of glass and in its place she puts a face which she has made of brass. The face she holds is dead and cold to those who wish to view it. She covers up her face of glass from fear they might see through it. The face she wears is free of tears for they are trapped inside. She wouldn't dare to show her fears, instead she'd rather hide. Because she knows that what she shows is all that they will see. And what they see her as, she knows, is all she'll ever be. Remember that we children, though, are only made of glass, and what we are is usually not what you see us as. Because we hide our fragile faces you could never know. So when you hold us, hold us tight, and never let us go. For if you drop us to the ground, the glass is bound to crack. And when a piece is chipped away, you never get it back. The cracks will only grow and spread, but never to be seen. For they are covered by a metal body polished clean. And when you drop us, if you drop us more than we can take, we're not as strong as we believe, the glass is bound to break. The glass will shatter easily depending on the drop. And when the pieces lay in scatters, who will pick them up?
	nonsense... the bullet train invades my brain from Yorkshire to the pudding stain while listening to my kitten bark about his troubles with the queen the dog feathers lie all around while elephants hardly touch the ground except when mice dance in the dark the way they tango is obscene as a frozen fish with a fetish for brass doorknockers on a rubber door lights his cigarette and dreams about the one that got away while the naked truth is searching for a wealthy king that is quite poor while voiceless dogs of apathy scream about the way they’re overpaid and finally sanity rules the day when suicide doors show us the way to a better life that’s not for us where sailors preach and never cuss
Kalamari Kisses Moving through frozen waters, I see burning the light of day. Yet I am blind, listening, smelling, touching a rainbows way. A prism then can be set a moving. Like whispers of maidens, dancing along stringed pearls. My world is a cup of tea, filled with psychedelic patches and peppermint swirls. With boundaries drawn can never be, green scales of dragons reflect deep dreams. I sink below the waters edge, yet on top again myself I see. Swimming away beyond world wonder. Watching you lick the salt from my fingers, as golden fish flow from my hair. I look so far, never gazing back. Never getting lost in a minds tear. I mold the glass, forever shifting broken pieces. Yet I will never turn black, falling away into the shadows.
	Bitter Sweet Memories Cherishable memories Seem to elude times destructive tick, Leaving only these few perishable dreams. Hopes heart instills only few possibilities For this wandering day dreamer. Finding comfort only in the night, Darkness hiding the truth Disguising the tears... Exposing all the fears for life. These secrets come to me With the wind on Mystic wings, Spoken in such sweet tongue. A bitter taste for The after thought of revelations. Yet not quite as bitter as unknown enchantments and False findings of fortunes.

More of my writings.... Enjoy...
	You in Me A set of eyes stare back into my own; I see reflected in them the intensity of the Passion that I feel, And my world begins to haze ... As I melt into the warmth Of your blueish grey eyes I search their depths for a Soul Like my own ... We are both hoping, Both lost, but waiting ... For someone to walk quietly beside in the darkness Someone to hold the hand of in the heat of passion Someone to experience awe with in a moment of beauty Someone to understand unspoken thoughts and deepest feelings... And as I continue to gaze Into your Eyes Soul searching ... You shed a single tear ... A tear of happiness. I lift my hand To brush it from your cheek, but ... .... I hit glass, And am reminded It is only a raindrop that has fallen On my reflection in the window.
Orange Flavored Rain The sun sets in it's blaze The dying fire consumes Of all the things I knew I'd leave I never pictured you I'm staring at the clouds Breathing through the pain Hoping for a taste Of orange flavored rain So I'm sitting here alone Wondering where you've gone Listening to the storm Thunder that sounds like a sad song Whispering your name As a simple breathless prayer Thinking all the while Sometimes life isn't fair The sun is all but gone Seems life here won't be the same And all I'm waiting for Is a taste of orange flavored rain
	Meloncholy Sweetness A crystal colored waterfall Enveloped by the wave Enclosing me in its grasp Falling in my grave A shadow has engulfed the light My heart begins to burn Dripping clouds fall to the ground Like stars as they turn Dreams of melancholy sweetness Has swept throughout my soul Locking me inside my cell Making me unwhole A silver moon and velvet sky Creeping into my dreams Holding me outside the world That bleeds as it screams
Children of the Glass Every day she peels away her natural face of glass and in its place she puts a face which she has made of brass. The face she holds is dead and cold to those who wish to view it. She covers up her face of glass from fear they might see through it. The face she wears is free of tears for they are trapped inside. She wouldn't dare to show her fears, instead she'd rather hide. Because she knows that what she shows is all that they will see. And what they see her as, she knows, is all she'll ever be. Remember that we children, though, are only made of glass, and what we are is usually not what you see us as. Because we hide our fragile faces you could never know. So when you hold us, hold us tight, and never let us go. For if you drop us to the ground, the glass is bound to crack. And when a piece is chipped away, you never get it back. The cracks will only grow and spread, but never to be seen. For they are covered by a metal body polished clean. And when you drop us, if you drop us more than we can take, we're not as strong as we believe, the glass is bound to break. The glass will shatter easily depending on the drop. And when the pieces lay in scatters, who will pick them up?
	nonsense... the bullet train invades my brain from Yorkshire to the pudding stain while listening to my kitten bark about his troubles with the queen the dog feathers lie all around while elephants hardly touch the ground except when mice dance in the dark the way they tango is obscene as a frozen fish with a fetish for brass doorknockers on a rubber door lights his cigarette and dreams about the one that got away while the naked truth is searching for a wealthy king that is quite poor while voiceless dogs of apathy scream about the way they’re overpaid and finally sanity rules the day when suicide doors show us the way to a better life that’s not for us where sailors preach and never cuss
Kalamari Kisses Moving through frozen waters, I see burning the light of day. Yet I am blind, listening, smelling, touching a rainbows way. A prism then can be set a moving. Like whispers of maidens, dancing along stringed pearls. My world is a cup of tea, filled with psychedelic patches and peppermint swirls. With boundaries drawn can never be, green scales of dragons reflect deep dreams. I sink below the waters edge, yet on top again myself I see. Swimming away beyond world wonder. Watching you lick the salt from my fingers, as golden fish flow from my hair. I look so far, never gazing back. Never getting lost in a minds tear. I mold the glass, forever shifting broken pieces. Yet I will never turn black, falling away into the shadows.
	Bitter Sweet Memories Cherishable memories Seem to elude times destructive tick, Leaving only these few perishable dreams. Hopes heart instills only few possibilities For this wandering day dreamer. Finding comfort only in the night, Darkness hiding the truth Disguising the tears... Exposing all the fears for life. These secrets come to me With the wind on Mystic wings, Spoken in such sweet tongue. A bitter taste for The after thought of revelations. Yet not quite as bitter as unknown enchantments and False findings of fortunes.