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We are taught to walk and talk
act human you and me
time is confusing all around
can we warp to another time or  place
can we live to be a hundred and three
and would we want to..... you and me
in my heart I cant pretend
on the outside its as confusing too
take a look in the mirror

wondering how we got this far

what purpose do we have
so many stories to tell
but no one wants to know
we are just *Normal* people
when we die who's gonna cry
who's going to come see us put into the ground
and after that who'll come around
who cares and who cares not
in the end it makes my stomach rot
the insides are all the same
 its the outside that's ahead of the game.
 
By Barbara..........
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 Fruit of My Heart
Together now forever then,
the glass is full
the fruit of my heart,
to be ripe,and ready to pick,
magical,whimsical,and gentle still.

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Conversations With the Soul
 walls are up then down
     sharing our development
crying out loud
        acomplish the impossible
believe in life
  funny that I met you
                    knowing fate does rule our life,
       
 up an down the rainbow,
                 following it to that pot of gold
     in and out of darkness
 with you to hold.

 
 

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.


A rusttle in the bushes,
nothing I could see.
Just heard so clear as I walked
there alone on my way home.
How I wish I had let them take me
in the car you see.
But the moon tonight made a special calling to me,
I thought to sing a song,


 



 


Heart to heart
There was once a girl, she liked to play.
altho words of others,hurt her everyday.
She knew she did not deserve those taunts,
and at night she would cry in her room,
full of haunts...bla,bla,bla they would say.
She never did give up as they wanted,
she took all of the abuse and all of the taunting.
Sometimes it comes back a Haunting.