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Did you ever love a boy,
but know he didn't care?
Did you ever feel like crying,
but knew you'd get no where?
Did you ever look into his eyes
and say a little prayer?
Did you ever look into his heart
and wish you were there?
Did you ever see him standing
with his head hanging low?
Did you ever whisper "God I love him",
but i'll never let him know?
Don't ever fall in love my friend
you'll find it doesn't pay,
It always causes heartbreak,
it happens every day.
Do you ever wonder where he is at night
and wonder if he's true
one moment you'll find your blue,
and when it starts you'll always know
because you'll wonder day and night
remember you are loosing him
no matter how hard you fight.
Love is fine my friend, but it hurts so much
the price you'll pay is high
if I could choose between life and
death, i'd think i'd rather die!
So my friend, don't fall in love
you'll be hurt, before your through
you'll see my friend-you ought to know
I am in love with you!

Another day, a new beginning.
We are constantly facing a new challenge.
There are light moments,
funny moments,
yet serious moments also.
Each in friendly waters, though at times a solitary ship,
we share our triumphs,
and stick together through adversity and misfortune.
We may stand alone from time to time,
but, in striving for a common goal,
we find closeness and warmth
in the company of our friends.
We compare experiences,
with a comrade,
and exchange advice.
We are free to assert our individuality,
yet successfully perform as a unit.
Now, we are building foundations for the future.
Expressing great determination,
we are reaching for the heights,
working a little harder,
perfecting our techniques and taking pride in our
We are searching for the niche,
trying to find harmony in confusion.
And finally, remembering the good times and
anticipating bright tomorrows, we leave,
but a little of each one of us remains.

I am to love you I'm sure of that
this month of mach, could I go back before
now, and take a different road I
might, but I have missed your face
against my own, that first night, and you
lay turning to look back at you every
time I went away. Then coming up
the hill again to face you head on, as
you buzzed through your Spanish doorway.

Please help me
passing thirty
sick on silence
I'm dying of indifference
every day.
I do not ask your counsel
merely the covenant
of your arms
silence from you
it's the silence of myself
that doesn't heal the wounds.

not often enough
we reflect upon the good things
and those thoughts always
center around
those we love
and I think about those people
who mean so much to me
and for so long have made me
so very happy
and I count the times
I have forgotten to say
thank you -
and just how much
I love you.

Sometimes I think that
my life is like a book,
that I can turn back to
any page and recall
with perfect vividness - maybe
that is why it seems so strange
not to be able to
turn to the next page
to see what the story
of the future will be
for me.

So If You Love Me
-Ruth Herschberger

So if you love me you will tolerant
Be of the nature that is with me sent.
I cannot be a different thing although
For your sake, to win you, I would grow
Wings and shed thorns,
Be weed, or newly born,
Anything so to please you,
But I'm myself and cannot ease you.

Come kindly to me then, forgiveness use,
Do not heap on my patent-wrongs abuse,
For your sake I'd be different but am not,
For your sake I'd have other needs forgot,
But I am one
And they are of the sum
Of me, and will not set me free
From my desires, which still follow me.

Oh choose, and choose me wholly, so we be
All of imperfectness, but summary.
Be sum, no fraction, though a fraction may
Marvelous wonder easily convey,
Yet it's but part
And may not be the heart,
The whole is all of us, if we use not
All strata, love's geology's forgot.

Imagine there's no heaven
it's easy if you try
no hell below us
above us only sky
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
it isn't hard to do
nothing to kill or die for
and no religion too
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
no need for greed or hunger
a brother hood of man
Imagine all the people
sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
and the world will live as one.

Though nothing
can bring back the hour
of splendor in the grass,
of glory in the flower;
we will grieve not,
rather find
in what remains behind;
in the primal sympathy
which having been
must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts
that spring
out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks
through death.

After each new meeting with you
I carry home
so much love
that I must have set
A brand new mark in selfishness.
I've won all the races
all the prizes never offered
if I tell you this
and make it work for me
I might be beautiful enough
to even have your love.

The ways of peace
Peace is something everyone is looking
for, but people are too tired or too
poor, to do the job that has to be done.
They turn their backs and always run.
The wars are started,
people die,
and then they are parted,
the love they shared has paused
the thought of those they loved
are gone - much to fast
the tears are shed
the souls like lead, the heart is
broken, love is just a remembrance token.

Tell me how the wind blows
and what it takes to find
new waves rolling
down new beaches
and different drummers
drumming some where -
if they do.
Tell me lies
and if your honesty's a badge
then wear it out of sight.
Especially if you intend
to disavow your love for me.

Idea Of A Friend

In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.

In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.

In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.

In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.

In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-so-ing with nasty Nicky or smelly Susan.

In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.

In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.

In seventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had.

In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.

In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.

In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.

In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.

In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college/university, assured you that you would get into that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go...

At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.

Summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for university and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.

Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you deal clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!

Thank you for being a friend. No matter where we go or who we became, never forget who helped us get there.

There's never a wrong time to pick up a phone or send a message telling your friends home much you miss them or hoe much you love them.

If you love someone, tell them. Remember always to say what you mean.

Never be afraid to express yourself. Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you. Seize the day and have no regrets.

Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person you are today.

Pass this on to those friends of that past, and those of the future ... and those you have met along the way...


A word? An emotion?
A word; tossed about like a wind blown
said often without meaning.
An emotion, something thought about
often but not really felt.
Love - true, real, honest. A word with
An emotion with depth; a feeling
that can't be let out with a kiss
or a glance.
Love - uncaged, not in a moment,
but thoughout time;
brought out by thoughtful gestures,
kind words,
and an understanding known
only to those who love.

Saturday keeps secrets that
Sunday never could.
I came to love you. I wonder
if you knew or know, I wonder if you
looked on me just because you knew looks
were all I'd get from you and all that you
could give, stringing me along isn't what
your guilty of, not stringing me along is
your citizens arrest.

When they wrenched
you - from my
side -
my curved rib,
my bone,
my beauty -
it was as if
the sun were
gouged from the
sky, and the clouds
ran red.
And I aching
with loneliness
as if I had
just had an
abortion and you
thousands of miles
The told the story
the other way
(Adam forfeits
rib - Eve is born)
Obvious irony
everyone known
that women do
the bearing, men
are born.
Juvenile God -
writing the Bible with
poisonous pen.
cross out the lie - correct the
blasphemy - they wrenched
you from my side, my blood
poured down, we both were
born, the pain belonged to me!

It's raining
and the children splashing in the mud
and the old men darting in the doorways
and the lovers underneath umbrellas
don't seem to mind.
It's raining
see the leaves go flying past the
we can sit inside and just do nothing
wouldn't it be nice to touch each other
gently, gently
It's raining like the tears of angels
down the window.
I'm there now, don't be afraid
at thunder anymore
It's raining
I can't hear the crickets
and longer
do you suppose they're drowning
in the gutter
I don't think you love me
anymore at all
and it's raining.

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, remember
what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms will all persons. Speak your truth
quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and
ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive
persons, they are vexations to the spirit, if you compare yourself
with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there
will be greater and lesser persons
than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real
possession in the changing
fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the
world is full of trickery, but let
this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for
high ideals; and everywhere life is full
of heroism. Be yourself. Especially don't feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of aridity and
disenchantment it is
perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of
spirit to shield you in sudden
misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imagining. Many
fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome
discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the
universe, no less than the trees and the stars you have a right to
be here, and whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the
universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with
god, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your
labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace
with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world. Be careful, strive to be happy.

joy, pain, fun, serious, calm,
confusion, crazy,
changing, letting go, searching
looking deep enough to see the person
flowing with happiness, ready to share it
feeling free and good
together and yourself
being the closest kind of friends
digging people for what they are
knowing this is just the beginning
a way of saying what you have
no word for yet.

I've saved the summer
and I give it all to you
to hold on winter morning
when the snow is new.
I've saved the sunlight
if you should ever need
a place away from darkness
where your mind can feed.
And for myself I kept your smile.
When you were but nineteen
till your older you'll not know
what young love can mean.
I know no answers
to help you on your way
the answers lie somewhere
at the bottom of the day
but if you've a need for love
I'll give you all I own
it might help you
down the road
till you've found your own!

Every time we say hello
to some new encounter
we're on our way
toward good-bye.
Some distance
from the actual phrase
but moving toward it all the same.
The distance between these two worlds
becomes a little less
as we grow older.
Be aware then
that tomorrow
there is nothing to fear
except the coming of another day.
But two against a winter morning
are sure to claim one more victory
over chance and trouble
If I seek your eye; I'll do so
with my eyes only.

when there's only
one human race;
and one kind of face.
When nobody has a home;
and everyone is alone.
When nobody cares;
and people are rare.
When these things come true;
Will be the time
that I stop loving you.

In becoming part of someone else
you loose yourself
that's the very least that happens
lucky are the one who gain a language
or stumble on a system not yet tried
while they're giving up
what little independence
there is in life.

Wiser by half a year
I enter your brown body
like a blind man sure of every step.
So assured
sometimes I feel embarrassed.
So delighted that I wonder
how I earned the privilege
of your light limbs around my back.
If indeed I've earned
your body and your love
then I'll return, undefeated,
a lover who by accident, or even a
design, stumbled into something
so unusual yet real, he comes back blushing
from every new encounter, with your touch.

Why does the sky look so gray?
I guess it has to be that way!
Why does this room feel so cold?
That really can't be told.
You just left me without a care.
Why do I cry at night?
Why does the snow fall so white?
I guess it has to be that way.
But why? I ask myself?
In my heart I can't find the shelf, where
you used to stay
now your gone and I feel so empty
inside all the time.
I guess it has to be that way!

Blue on blue, shaded, soft
gentle sea and twilight horizon.
Black and silver, deep and bright,
myriad stars and midnight space:

The sea and sky make love,
all night--
though they never touch;
the stars and heavens embrace eternally,
joined, even infinitely apart.

Soul to soul, I feel you in me:
together in one.

No distance, no time,
can separate sea from sky,
or stars from heavens.