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There Is A Place

Life can’t get any better than when I’m with her,
When space is transparent and time seems to blur.
She opens her heart and takes me inside,
To a place no one enters except she and I.

While lost in her love, I feel such great peace,
It’s perfect submission, it’s perfect release.
Her smile brings the sunshine, her laugh brings a song,
It’s a place of such comfort, it’s where I belong.

Her arms are a place of warmth, care, and love,
Our bodies are joined, like a hand in a glove.
We waste not a moment when we are alone,
Our love’s the foundation for our happy home.

Yes, there is a place that I long to go,
I bask in the feeling of love’s afterglow.
So, bother me not as I lie in her arms,
Enjoying the magic of all of her charms.

SpiritWalker, 10/24/98

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She’s The One

She walks the bright halls of my mind,
And wherever I look I find,
She is there.
She stalks my dreams in the night,
And nothing ever seems right,
When she is not here.

She’s taken a piece of my soul,
Without her I am not whole,
I’m only half.
Her smile is the light for my way,
And she brings love and joy to my day,
With her laugh.

I thank the Good Lord up above,
For bringing the woman I love
To me when,
I needed to know she was real.
For too long I sought just to feel,
Alive once again.

So, here’s to her heart that is true,
Whose love will not vanish like dew,
In the sun.
I can’t get her off of my mind,
I search through my heart now and find,
She’s the one.

SpiritWalker, 10/26/98

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My Eyes

She has my eyes,
Brighter than the stars,
They look past the daybreak,
They wander afar.
They’re richer than diamonds, deeper than the sea,
There’s nothing they can’t fathom,
Nothing they can’t see.
She has my eyes.

She has my spirit,
It lives on in her soul,
It lends her its wisdom,
Making her whole.
It dwells in her beauty, flows in her grace,
There’s no way to stop it,
It shines in her face.
She has my spirit.

She has my heart,
It makes the world sing,
It beats deep within her,
A strong living thing.
I’ve given it to her, our time’s just begun,
No one will part us,
Our hearts beat as one.
She has my heart.

SpiritWalker, 10/26/98

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Yin And Yang

You cannot have Yang without having Yin,
It is only together that life can begin.
For strength is a power that’s made perfect when
The Yang comes in balance and meets perfect Yin.

We can’t take our victories to the highest of heights
Lest we struggle our hardest to win all the fights.
We could never enjoy the brightest of lights,
If we have never plunged into the darkest of nights.

For life is a series of valleys and peaks,
Sometimes we are mighty, sometimes we are weak.
Sometimes it takes ages, sometimes it takes weeks
To find all the dreams we so desperately seek.

And that’s why I need you, the Yin to my Yang,
Bringing joy to my sadness, cure for my pain.
Without you I wander on a hot barren plain,
Incomplete, ever longing for my sweet Desert Rain.

SpiritWalker, 11/5/98

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What She Wore

She wore large earrings in her ears,
A good place for them to be.
‘Cause if they were above her eyes,
She’d not be able to see.

They hung so low, they touched the hair,
That o’er her shoulders flowed.
They made her ears look long and lean,
Like she was very old.

She wore a ribbon in her hair.
It was an awful color.
Sort of reddish, blackish, greenish, brown,
Or something or the other.

She had the brightest, sweetest smile,
But the makeup on her face
Said, “Any barn could use some paint,
But not all in one place.”

Don’t get me wrong, she’s very nice,
I liked her from the start.
Her beauty’s not in what she wore,
It’s what is in her heart.

SpiritWalker, 4/11/99

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Why Shouldn’t I?

“Why shouldn’t I kill you?” the young man asked, his lips curved in a smile.
He raised the pistol to his friend’s head, “I remember back a little while,
When I was younger someone said that God created us,
That every creature had its worth, each one deserved our love.
But, now I’m told that we’re all just a freak of evolution.
Survival of the fittest reigns! This is a revolution!
So, why shouldn’t I kill you? For just like me, you are only one mistake.
There is no God, I stand alone, the choice is mine to make.”

“Why shouldn’t I kill you?” the young girl asked, as she raised the sharpened knife.
“You wear the wrong colors, you dis’d my friends. Why shouldn’t I take your life?
A pregnant woman can kill her child, so she won’t have to bother,
With the raising of a new-born life, without the infant’s father.
And the old are killed, without a thought, when they become infirm.
So, your life has no worth to me. It’s none of my concern.
If all those things are legal now and life is deemed so cheap,
Why shouldn’t I kill you? It’s your life, but it isn’t yours to keep.”

“Why shouldn’t I kill you after all the things your forefathers did to mine?
It doesn’t matter how you treat me, you’re of a different kind.
And don’t we go to other lands where people hate each other,
And choose the side that we like best and obliterate the other?
We don’t kill in self defense, or to protect our way of life,
We don’t kill to save our sons, our daughters, or our wife.
We kill in the name of civil rights or in the name peace,
So, why shouldn’t I kill you, my friend, and set my mind at ease?”

And so it goes, day in, day out, as the liberals rant and rave,
“We need to control the guns, you know. Our children we must save!”
And, so, they pass their silly bills, aimed at the common man,
While their lawyers let the killers go, free to kill again.
And Clinton uses each life lost, to achieve his political goal -
To keep us down and in his debt - keeping Democrats in control.
I find it strange that in the day of great intellectual gain,
Decisions are based on feelings alone, instead of the human brain.

SpiritWalker, 4/22/99

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Where’s Does The Time Go?

Where does the time go, when my day is done?
When everything has ended, and I am all alone?
I would dearly love to get it back, to fix the things undone.
When time has slipped right through my hands at the setting of the sun.

Where does the time go, when my friends have all gone home?
When I am left with just my thoughts and my mind is free to roam?
I would dearly love to get it back, to make the day my own.
When time has left without a plan, the next day coming on.

Where does the time go, when another year goes by?
When I am older than I was, before the tears are dry?
I would dearly love to get it back and take another try,
When time has brought me closer to the time that I must die.

SpiritWalker, 5/20/99

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Another Eagle Falls

They soar so high, when youth takes flight
And life is fresh and new.
They greet each cloud and taste each breeze
That caresses the sky of blue.

They fight the fights that others flee,
They spread their wings and fly.
They are too young to know the fear,
Too impetuous not to try.

One of these eagles soared one day
From Camelot all alone.
With his father’s strength and his mother’s heart,
He made his life his own.

For years we watched this eagle fly,
We heard his youthful call.
He seemed so high that no one thought
The eagle would ever fall.

Though those before him, next of kin,
Had tasted sorrow’s wine,
He was one, the whole world thought,
Who would always rise and shine.

But, fall he did, and in a flash,
The eagle now is gone.
And the world released a mournful sigh,
“We salute you too, John-John.”

SpiritWalker, 7/21/99

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