DANCER
She wants to be a dancer
the roses in her vase on the nightstand are dead
she wants to be a dancer and dance the stage
the flowers are years dead, brown and dry
the roses against the window are soft
she wants to be a dancer
and dance the stage for you
princes will bring her flowers
the roses against the window
have grown over the house
brambles and thorns surround her bed
she wants to be a dancer
and dance the stage
princes will see her dance
and you will bring her roses
the roses you brought her
are in the vase
and in her dream she dances for you
the roses are alive
in your dream you bring her roses
and she wants to be a dancer
for princes and for you.
Copyright © 1987-2000 J. Sauer All rights reserved
"The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less."
Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas, can make us lose focus about what is truly important or what is only a monetary setback or crisis. This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means, take a moment ... even if it is only ten seconds...to think about the little things that make you smile
By Unknown
*Near to the door*
*he paused to stand*
*as he took his class ring*
*off her hand*
*all who were watching*
*did not speak*
*as a silent tear*
*ran down his cheek*
*and through his mind*
*the memories ran*
*of the moments they walked*
*and ran in the sand hand and hand*
*but now her eyes were so terrible cold*
*for he would never again*
*have her to hold*
*they watched in silence*
*as he bent near*
*and whispered the words..*....
*"I LOVE YOU" in her ear*
*he touched her face and started to cry*
*as he put on his ring and wanted to die*
*and just then the wind began to blow*
*as they lowered her casket*
*into the snow....*
*this is what happens*
*to man alive.....*
*when friends let friends....*
*drink and drive.*
By Unknown
Canvas I Shall Be
Be my bedroom artist
Your canvas I shall be
Kiss stroke my face
Begin lip painting me
Raise me to your lips
Garments cast aside
Feather stroke fingers
Gently let them glide
Trailing softly with lips
Kisses began flowing
Hot neath artist hands
My body was glowing
Painting a bare canvas
In rapturous ecstasy
Smoothly I’m captured
With passionate artistry
By Someone ;)
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