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Illusion…
Inner Peace...
Is something you
Strive to find..
Knowing that..
You may never
Attain it..
I search...
Hoping to find...
I Seek...
Hoping to see…
I Reach...
Hoping to be...
What I can be...
Maybe it’s...
Just an illusion…
Maria Bennett
(Lindberg)
1972
The Game
Life is a game…
Full of high stakes
And…
Even bigger payoffs..
IF...
You win…
Always
Taking a chance...
That maybe...
You’ll be lucky...
You’ll win...
When you lose...
It’s a nightmare…
Please…
Wake me up…
I’m tired of dreaming...
Maria Bennett
(Lindberg)
1972
Who Am I?
Am I who I think I am? Or am I just a carbon copy of all around me? Is it me talking, or is it some stranger, directing my life? I feel as if I am an actress on a stage, playing a part; but inside I’m just a lonely little nobody, wanting to get out into the world.
I wonder Why?
Sometimes, I think I am all alone…
That within my many friends
I am an island,
surrounded by water,
and yet inaccessible, even by boat.
The rocky edges of my mind
always dash those
who attempt to get near me
against the walls of my mind...
The island,
that is me,
weeps,hungers, and thirsts
for refreshment.
It wants to grow and blossom,
with life,
but is too near death
to reach into
the apex of life at all…
It is afraid...
Afraid of what it may do,
may see or may experience…
Again…
I don’t know!
Maria Bennett
(Lindberg)
1972
Take me, Touch me...
Take me
In Thy hands
Dear Lord..
And make me
More like thee..
A living tribute
To Your Grace...
Let me always be..
Touch me with
Thy hands of love...
Soothe my pains away...
Show me that you
Love me Lord...
Each and every day...
Watch me
In the darkest night...
While I in slumber sleep...
And put your hands
Upon my heart...
My life...
Please always keep...
Take me...
In Thy hands
Dear Lord...
My burdens...
Help me bear...
And when I die...
Please let me be...
In heaven...
With You there...
Maria Bennett
(Lindberg)
1972
How Alone?
The things that you said..
Were patient but cruel...
I thought that you loved me..
I was a fool...
You were the big guy...
Out for some fun...
Now its all over...
The damage is done...
My love was as pure...
And deep as white snow...
Now my hearts breaking...
As you turn to go...
The tears burn my eyes...
My shoulders start shaking...
Apart of me dies...
My arms…how their aching...
I want to reach out...
And pull you to me...
I hurt so inside...
How alone can one be?
Maria Bennett
(Lindberg)
1970
Always searching...That was me then..And me nowAlways looking for answers... To life's questions...Who am I...And my place in the universe...I always thoughtI would have an interesting... Life's journey...And believe me...I have...So far...
MariaAt Seventeen
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