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We’ll Be One

I need you more than breath.
And I'll love you until death...and beyond.
You shower me like rain.
I'll come to you again...we'll be one.

Your spirit speaks to mine,
And we talk about the time...soon to come.
When our life will just begin,
And we'll no longer be just friends...we'll be one.

With my lips touching yours,
We shall while away the hours...in the sun.
‘Cause our love will never cease,
We will find such sweet release...we'll be one.

And in that sweet tomorrow,
We will never need to borrow...other's fun
For our hearts will yet rejoice,
And we'll find each Spirit's voice...we'll be one.

SpiritWalker, 1998

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I Missed You Today

I missed you today, I missed your smile
I missed you today, mile after mile,
I traveled so far.

I missed you today, but then again
I miss you everyday and wonder when
I shall be where you are.

I missed you today, I missed your voice
I missed you today, it's not my choice
to be away so long.

I missed you today, through and through
I missed you today, but I know that you
Will always be my Spirit's Song.

SpiritWalker, 1998

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Duet Of Love

What do you give someone who has given her all to you?
What do you give to a heart so true?
Do you give love? Yes, unfeigned.
Do you give joy? Yes, unrestrained.

And what do you say to a love that's true?
What do you say when she gives it to you?
Do you speak of love? Yes, many times.
Do you speak of joy? Yes, with reasons and rhymes.

What do you think of one so dear?
What do you feel when her love is near?
Do you think of love? Yes, in my dreams.
Do you feel joy? Yes, deeper now it seems.

Where will this lead when our journey’s o'er?
Where will we be and will there be more?
Will there be love? Yes, deep and strong.
Will there be joy? Yes, my Spirit's Song.

SpiritWalker, February 1998

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She

(A Poem For Poets Against Obvious Rhymes)

She makes me laugh, she makes me think
She's a glass of water that I can swallow.
When I'm with her, how my mind races
She's like a poker hand, full of Jacks.

We walk together in the sun
Our hearts and minds both are joined.
I want no other, I need her love
I see her in the stars overhead.

Will she be mine, will I ever know
Just why she chose to love me a lot?
Well, maybe she's just crazy!
I know I'm not!

(Sorry about that last rhyme!)

SpiritWalker, 2/28/98

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Night Dreams

I just can't seem to get it right,
I'm wrong by day and wrong by night,
I really think this feeling never ends.
Why can't I have a normal life,
Not filled with all this pain and strife,
And why is it that we have to be just friends?

If I was there with you right now,
I know we'd never wonder how
We could please each other when we meet.
I'd kiss your lips and brush your hair
And show you just how much I care,
I can't imagine anything as sweet.

But you are there and I am here,
This is the thing that I most fear:
That we will never meet in warm embrace.
Darling, tell me I am wrong,
Sing for me my Spirit's Song,
Tell me that you long to see my face.

Tell me that you long for me,
Tell me how you long to be
With me every minute of the day.
Tell me when I long for you,
That you are there and feel it too,
Listen to the words I long to say.

I long to tell you how I care,
I long to show you I'll be there,
When all the world around you comes apart.
And when I think of your sweet kiss,
My darling, just remember this,
No one else will ever have my heart.

So, here's to us, here in the night,
Our burning love our only light,
To lead and guide us through these lonely times.
Here's to love and joy and peace,
And memories that will never cease,
As long as I can love you in my rhymes.

SpiritWalker, 3/1/98

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Midnight Musings

Sitting here I often think,
And plot and plan and even drink.
'Course Pepsi is my drink of choice.
And in my daze I talk out loud,
But when my head's up in the clouds,
My ears can even softly hear your voice.

It speaks to me its words of love,
Showering on me from above,
In words so warm and gentle to my ear.
It's like a lovely summer breeze,
It puts my weary soul at ease,
It almost feels like you are really here.

I often turn back toward the door,
And stare across the empty floor,
Expecting you to be there with a smile.
You say, "I love you, in every way."
That's when the dream fades away,
I'm reminded we are separated by miles.

But though you live so far away,
I think about you everyday,
And when your memory comes to me as now.
I embrace and kiss you, oh, so sweet,
And pray that we will someday meet,
I know that it will have to be somehow.

For though our bodies cannot touch,
Our spirits know each other much,
You see they've been together for so long.
They let us know there's much to do,
I know that you can feel it to,
You are my heart, my love, my Spirit's Song.

SpiritWalker, 3-6-98

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Ground Fighting

I want to fight, to kick and punch.
Then to rest and eat my lunch.
I want to bend and stretch and flex,
But then to stop and have some..."Next!"

My master calls, I take my stance,
Tie my belt, hike up my pants.
He yells, "Sijak!" which means begin,
I feel the strength of 20 men.

I see the glare in my opponent's eyes,
I'm looking up, he's got some size.
I have to summon all my strength,
I wish my legs had a little more length.

He jabs, then punches, then takes his leap,
It took so long I fell asleep.
He's flying now, high over head,
If he'd been accurate, I'd now be dead.

But he came from one of those fancy schools,
Where he was taught that flashy rules.
But on the street and in my gym,
It's only clean techniques that win.

I duck, he lands behind me now,
I turn and smack him in the brow.
He shakes his head and wonders why,
I was not frightened when he took to the sky.

I smile and bop him once again,
He's wearing now a dopey grin.
I think he's loopy from my fists,
His knees are jerky, then he twists.

As he falls, I bend to catch him,
Here comes his instructor, now to fetch him.
I hand to him his fallen student,
His techniques were less than prudent.

Learn from this, if you are wise,
Stay on the ground, don't take to the skies.

SpiritWalker, 3/7/98

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Lady Luck

They say luck is a lady,
I don't know if that's true,
But, if I am lucky,
It's all due to you.

Your smile brings me luck,
It is lovely to see,
It fills me with pleasure,
And brings me sweet peace.

Your laughter is lucky,
Your soft lilting voice,
Fills me with gladness,
And makes me rejoice.

Your eyes shine with luck,
It's that look I adore,
That look speaks of love,
And a million things more.

But the luckiest part,
Of my baby, you see,
Is the heart that she shares,
Only with me.

SpiritWalker 3/27/98

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The Shadow Of The Man

When but a lad, the times I had were wondrous to my mind.
I walked the streams, and felt, it seems,
That truth was mine to find.

I dreamed of battles, heard the rattles, of wars fought long ago.
While in my thoughts, alone I fought,
Defeating all my foes.

I rode the fields, I'd never yield to hunger or to thirst.
I'd ride my horse, to seek, of course
The gold that I'd find first.

I played the brave, who always saved the damsel in distress.
I won her heart, and did my part,
To always be well dressed.

I was the rough, and always tough, Master of my fate.
I never shirked, the hardest work,
My gun was never late.

I'd ride to town, and gallop down the main street with a yell.
My legend grew, with music to
The stories I would tell.

Oh, but of those days, there is but haze of what is left behind.
Those days are gone, I've lost the song,
That once lived in my mind.

They say that years, with all their fears, make wisdom for the old.
I don't know yet, nor will, I bet,
I think my mind's grown cold.

For all my dreams and misspent schemes, lie broken in the sand.
I cannot be, for now I see,
The shadow of "the man."

SpiritWalker, 4/5/98

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Hanging

Hanging left, Hanging right,
Hanging morning, noon and night.
Always hanging for my love,
Hanging high from up above.

Hanging when the sun goes down,
Hanging with a smile or frown.
Hanging when the clock strikes noon,
Hanging quickly, hanging soon.

Hanging high and hanging low,
Hanging when I've far to go.
Hanging when the sun is setting,
Hanging now, I am betting.

Hanging in the rain or shine,
Hanging during overtime.
Hanging when I go to bed,
Hanging now just over head.

Hanging upside down, you know
Can't hang no more, I have to go.

SpiritWalker, 4/14/98

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