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Blueprinted Images on alabaster

call to me through muffled echoes.

Your distinct, paled memory

persues and perseveres;

clearing the ashen mist of millennium,

only to be known to me again.



Your movement;

ever steadily and often explosive,

ever towards me...

with conscience intent upon our

merging in the spirit of Oneness,

prostrates me in grace, and obedience...

as I await His word of our union,

according to His purpose.

His Disillusionment
-Joel Faypon-

His disillusionment
devoured the dove
that carried your peace
Serenading to make way
through the gauntlet
of the mystery of this

Lying often to himself
Dying for everyone else

He compromised with
the message you sent
about cold chains and prison
He did comprehend
but not the reason behind
this fleeting reason

Melting like a
candle each day
Living his life
he knew he’d give away

He wonders about you
and how tight you have
leashed his spirit
But then there are others too
and fate chose not to
set him a limit

Unchanging but then
he never ceased
to think about
the soul that was created
with his

Is it true, whatever will be will be?

How did we get this far? How did we, get to be?

When you walk into my life my heart will bow

in reverence to a distant memory.

Your face unfamiliar, will tell no tale.

Before we speak, ethereal music will echo in my mind with delicate retrospects of, I knew you...

when?

It is true what was, will be again.



Our souls, perennial.

Everlasting. Ever knowing.

Our flesh a mere out-pouring of will, to be.

Ephemereal flowers subject to time and space.

I'll see your face, it tells no tale.

But in your eyes; a looking glass through which I step,

I'll find a familiar garden where we once walked in unison.

A forecast of our tomorrows sewn by the seeds in the shadow of yesterday, will flower in a day.



You'll walk back into my life, as naturally as the roses in Spring.

Your scent has remained etched through the corridors of my mind as I await that special day when our music will echo, the song of our yesterdays.

Yes,... what was, is.  And will be again.

(A letter to you)



jdc,



There are many mysterious shadows gracing your presence.   A spine-chilling cold emits from your aura.   You lay gently upon your bed.   Expressionless of all greetings.   Sharing yourself outside your realm is unthinkable.   You have lost a most precious gift. The gift of life.



Tell me; How does one reach your warmth, your soul?   How does one rid the spirits of death?   Your resistance is low.   You have given in to the spirits of darkness and shunned the light.



To die with a heart as hard as stone,& as cold as ice takes away a piece of me.   Entering into a new life of glory or darkness is your choice.   Taking life, as we see it, deprives us of many precious memories. Memories we shared.  



Choose now my love before it's too late.   May I pray?...away mysterious shadows, you are not welcome. Spirit of God, lift her heart and may her remaining days be filled with Your light.

May her life be returned to the living. Amen.

                                             lmm



PS. Life of an ant..."oops there goes another rubber tree plant."  

dark

nite

cold

wind

freezing

water

still

dreams

i cant

seem

to

reme-

ber

the

last

time

i fel-

t thi-

s way

about

anyone

or any-

thing

you don-

't care

all you

want

are tho-

se thre-

e little

words i

cant bar-

e to say

not be-

cause

there not

true but

because

you thin-

k that

you ne-

ed me to.

so be it

if you need

it

if you want

it

ill tell you

not to your face

not on the phone

but with a kiss

if thats not good enough fo you than leave me alone.  

Tonight when the moon is right

and the candels burn through the night

Let our souls unite

Lets use the night

Take it nice and slow to do it right

Let the candles brun through the night

Like our passion burns tonight

Let our souls become one in the candle light

On this night

I say to you

be with me from this night

till my dieing night





Dedicated to my love

Tandy Lee Parcher





By,

Jeremy C.

1-28-98

I know what you are thinking

when you hold me to your chest.

Your fingers caress softly up my spine

as you lay my fears to rest.



I know what you are thinking

as you kiss me long and deep.

You are breathing all your love for me

into my heart to keep.



I know what you are thinking

as you gaze deep into my eyes.

You are sending me your promises,

that for us, there's no goodbyes.



I know what you are thinking

as you lay with me to sleep.

You are giving me your very soul

to treasure and to keep.



~LadyHawke~

{SK}

© August 24, 2001

Essence of the man

flows gracefully

within a soul,

brought on wings of destiny.

Symphonies of warm memories

enfolds one in soft music.

Fingers laced, weaving together

as one, with their touch,

Two hearts beat in time

with the rhythm of exquisite bliss.

Enchanting truths beckoning

for journeys to begin,

seeking love's eternal treasure

that awaits two souls

at rainbow's end.



~LadyHawke~

© February 21, 2001

Ever slowly,

unquestionable steps

drawing closer

eyes to savor mine...



Ever closely,

questionable questions

dismissed...

Drawn upon certainty,

kiss.



Ever slowly,

questionable time,

draws the line

dots its' "i"'s...



Ever closer,

unquestionable day exists.



Ever gently,

savoring...

Until, such time permits.