(JJW 6-11-04)

may you always be strong
the world at your feet

may the angels watch over
day and night as you sleep

may you always be mindful
and help those you meet

may you thrive your whole life
and never know defeat

may your life be a treasure
of everything that’s sweet

may you always know love
to make your life complete

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host

slipping in it finds a host
taking over spirit and soul
coursing quickly through the veins
overpowering heart and brain
oh, the foolish things we do
when love gets a grip on you

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varnish

I ply the blame like varnish
thickly, it lays down
as long as it's still tacky
best not to love again

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hearts entwined

with a sigh you draw delight
from every crevice of my being
from day to night and back again
my love and I now sleeping

dream thee dreams of deep content
shallow breath against my skin
draught with slumber do we rest
your head sweetly on my chest

like the tides we rise and fall
pulled by the moon upon shores
love should always be like this
hearts entwined for every more

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it

it hides its face, like the sun behind a cloud
it screams voicelessly, for me to turn around
I feel it close, but I will never touch
this elusive dream that I want too much

it resides in the shadows, hidden from the light
it's there for a second, gone from open eyes
it whispers my name, it says "I love you"
but when I listen, I know it's not true

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one soul

deep down inside
where no one has been
you touched me
stirring up
feelings never felt
thoughts not thought
ideas never dreamed
and yet
when you hugged me
that very first time
without even a chaste kiss
only then
did my heart meld with yours
into one soul

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another day

long after the sudden discovery
a fatal error with no recovery
a thief in the night, I stole away
long ago, another day

I told you once or maybe twice
never heeding my advice
it was never just about me
punctured artery, out I bleed

long ago, another day
before I left, instead of stayed
packed away in a big box
dropped in the ocean
sunk with rocks
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Our Day (7 years today 7/10/13)

fifty guests
a champagne dress
clouds, no rain
on our parade

upswept hair
with quite a flair
a camo thigh
my lace will hide

a paisley tie
my handsome guy
your mother's rings
her blessing sings

made by you
some "I Do" brew
a yummy cake
that Holly baked

our special day
perfect, every way
husband and wife
the rest of our lives





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I had forgotten

I had forgotten this part
this part where love is returned
this part where it wraps you in its golden warmth
where it slips into your thoughts and makes you smile
a remembered comment, a remembered touch, a remembered kiss
I had forgotten this part
the feeling when you said it for the first time
"I love you"...spoken with your lips, your eyes, your heart
I had forgotten....
that love could be like this

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Midwest

I grew up in the Midwest, living in the country
amongst the cows and fields of corn and soy bean
without close neighbors
my siblings were my playmates and best friends
sweet memories include:
my siblings, still
my first kiss
dances on Friday nights
hometown football games
hanging out at the Tastee Freeze
sleep-overs and camping out under the stars

today, as I pack to go back
the memories flood, the roots still buried deeply
although I now live 2000 miles away
and my Midwestern hometown has changed so much
I look forward to reconnecting,
to revisiting and maybe reliving
all that made me who I am today
a farm town, Midwest girl at heart
in southwestern boots and jeans
who has come home for a little while

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free

finally it comes
what was different this time?
that has set me free

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History

crimson flows the tyranny
from those that were oppressed
it starts out with a virus
and quickly does digress
flowing just like lava
hastily it transgessed
till nothing now can stop it
the Patriot is suppressed

History is repeating
our forefathers said it would
there's no way to stop it
even if we could
hate is spewed by violence
will it do some good?
it mounts one of the horses
Revelations said it could

the flag is burning sadly
by those without respect
Patriotism angry
because it goes unchecked
legacy here lays ruined
behind them in neglect
with blood and toppled statues
a cause without connect

what starts out in anger
builds like forrest fires
while the rest lay sleeping
it burns higher and higher
no resistance coming
although it is required
a future lays in turmoil
by those with wicked desires

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nectar

I taste the nectar of your love
and it is mighty sweet
like honey thick and plentiful
a treat for savoring
all that is leftover keeps
for all of my tomorrows
with no chance of it running thin
or more will I need to borrow

I hear your song lilt on the breeze
down from the highest mountains
flowing through and over me like
rain from a billowy cloud
lyrics written just for me
music with a perfect pitch
sung over and over in my head
never as melodic as this

I saw a look I've never seen
there in your green eyes
reflecting truth and honesty
all you feel inside
visions of what was yesterday
visions of what we've become
a softness I'd not seen before
a spell I now fall under

I feel the strength of your strong hand
as it gently takes mine
urging me to come with you
exploring what we can find
you don't need to push or pull
I come with you willingly
as we go on side by side
with what I always believed

I taste the nectar of your love
and it is mighty sweet
like honey thick and plentiful
a treat for savoring
all that is leftover keeps
for all of my tomorrows
with no chance of it running thin
or more will I need to borrow

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grandiose

it is darn near perfect, almost grandiose
the weather isn't raining, I'm beginning now to coast
work is pretty easy, friends are at my door
life is getting better and I finally know the score

it is darn near perfect, all my baggage packed
it wasn't ever easy with this weight upon my back
there is not a cloud in sight, I'm finally breaking free
a prescription is not needed to clearly make me see

it is darn near perfect, as it all falls into place
it's not like I didn't pray to His divinest graceit is darn near perfect, almost grandiose
the weather isn't raining, I've buried all the ghosts

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hanging on to nothing

I am hanging on to nothing as tightly as I can
my fingers cramp and ache from my firm grip
how can I hold what was never mine?
as I rend the fabric of these dreams

still I grasp, in my waking hours and sleep
hanging on to nothing as tightly as I can
my hands will let go before my heart
my mind deserted this memory long ago

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it's funny

it's funny how a memory can take me back in time
a photo that is faded, that once was black and white
it's funny how a song could hold such fantasies
and what you always said, is what I now believe

it's funny that I built castles, out of little grains of sand
and how it never worked out, exactly like I planned
it's funny that before my eyes, sunlight turned to grayeverything seems different, everything has changed

it's funny that a dream can take me back in time
to places and embraces, things I leave behind
it's funny that a heart can lay love's pain to rest
after all the heartache and all I did invest

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one more sweet kiss

lay here beside me and sing me your song
in the light of this moon, while the night is still young
hold me, love me, for as long as you can
till evening disappears and dawn starts to span

lay here beside me till I fall asleep
holding me tightly till I start to dream
wake me, embrace me, one more sweet kiss
just like the once upon time princess
lay here beside me and sing me your song
in the light of this moon, while the night is still young
hold me, love me, for as long as you can
till evening disappears and dawn starts to span

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devoted

the fragrance of a rose, the flower of my devotion
devoted the heat, like sun rays on the ocean
the look in your eye tells me you were only joking
a song that was sung, devoid of emotions

it's like candle wax that melts dripping down the tallow
like the moon in the sky that rises full and shallow
my dreams do not falter, somehow they disallow
the truth hiding deeply, shrouded by shadows

fingers that bleed from the thorns on the stem
the fragrance too sweet as it all closes in
I know it was a game that I could never win
as the final chords play and it comes to the end

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Pecos Bill

we bury the past without any dread
wounded hearts triaged and on the mend
we bandage the cuts, scratches and mars
slowly they heal with just a faint scar
we pick it all up from yesterday
start again fresh, another clean slate

what we put in is what we get back
tenacity a virtue that you never lacked
you see the lightning, hear the thunder
a red-flag warning that causes a shudder
an Irish tempest with eyes that flash
you just may have finally met your match

you can't say that it's  boring
a tornado  lassoed with expert roping
like Pecos Bill you ride though it bucks
going till the buzzer with any kind of luck
you hold on tight, with one arm in the air
spurring me on with your special flair
ride on Pecos, hold on tight
this could be the ride of your life

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fairytale

a bookmark in a chapter
another fairytale
about a damsel in distress
and the knight who couldn't save her

she is trapped high in a tower
surrounded by a moat
her tresses are not long enough
for the knight to use as rope

lovingly she watches
longingly she waits
yearningly she ponders
what will be her fate

hope now quickly leaves her
as the knight initiates retreat
the happily ever after
this time is not to be

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belief

the sun will still shine
the sky will be azure blue
that is my belief

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forgiven

I've forgiven too much
you've given too little
making excuses in my head
always allowing for more
my heart hurts
my mind spins
I need to move on
from this empty place
where nothing resides

you are forgiven

good-bye

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I'm looking

I'm not looking for a hero
or a knight in shining armor
not looking for a king or prince
or a legend not yet born
I'm just looking for something
that I can't seem to find
I've been looking for quite awhile
but I'm gonna take my time

I'm looking for generosity
for passion and for truth
I'm looking for a cowboy
James Bond, and Indiana too
I'm looking for someone who will miss me
when I'm not by their side
someone to create some excitement
and bring loving to my life

I'm looking for someone to hold me
until I fall to sleep
maybe then dreams will return
when my heart finds some peace
I'm looking for someone to take my hand
and squeeze it really tight
I'm looking for a love song
a poet to write my life

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the edge

you drove me to it, right to the edge
you took my hand then pushed me off the ledge
you said "jump..I'll catch you when you fall"
but you weren't there--after all

you said "love me"..I asked "how much"
you said "deeply"..and I felt the rush
as it flew right past me, like a bullet in the air
and off you went, with ne'er a care

you said "goodbye"..and I asked "why"
you said "because"..your only reply
I should have seen it coming, you weren't really here
the object of my affection was further than it appeared

you drove me to it, right to the edge
you took my hand then pushed me off the ledge
you said "jump..I'll catch you when you fall"
but you weren't there--after all

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a river called Hope

there once was a river, a river called Hope
when it rained in the desert, the Hope would flow
but too much sun has left the soil parched
now the banks are dry, the Hope has dried up

the critters are dying, no where for them to drink
plants are shriveling as they turn brown and shrink
still the sun beats down on this arid basin
no chances of rain on what once was an oasis

there once was a river, a river called Hope
when it rained in the desert, the Hope would flow
if I immersed my soul, it would be cleansed
but the Hope doesn't flow, over or within

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