To quote from a master poet "Did you have a good world when you died?". I know not why these things do concern myself, only that they indeed repeatedly do.
Reason is the quickest way to sorrow and redemption both parallel and unique, therefore why must I be the one to reason? shall no one compare tragedy to tragedy and see who scores the most points? surely in the game of sanity versus the insane both must have even scores.

Love is lost, it seems, tonight and lost is the love I bore you forever, without which I shall surely perish.
A white shirt and jeans are the only clues I have left to a legacy so far away from my eyes in the now.
Please make yourself plentiful and drink from my cup, lest you miss me too much; lest I miss you too little.
another cross in the meadow, for you, my dear ones, to show me once I get to destiny bay.

Hope and pray of all prayers it shall be forthcoming with haste. The show must always go on; for we are the champions! blackened eyes mourn the passing of a supernatural aura so high in being it transcends all dignity and grace. Therefore we cannot dare touch nor see this ethereal one again, lest she banish us to oblivion in agony, not by her own doing.

Sunshine be always in my eyes to lighten even dimmest nigh and hellest high, I pray once more to hear your softened voice; to see your jewel eyes and satin hair of length and grace.
come to me both near and far so that I may join you in remembering that always we are one and that death is only the beginning of what spirit entrances the soul of dreams relived and retold.
Heaven be always in my heart to lift the heavy luggage so long stowed in the deepest cargo bay infested with mirth and bitterness and hate, therefore releasing the tortured souls that are forever bound by only the thickest rope and tightest knot that no mere mortal can deny the passage through which it must go.

Try and try alike I do, knowing in my pocket that love can be the forgotten key which lay dormant in my imagination only.
Once more I pray it unlocks the key to my heart and being allowing the creation of a noble creature so rare and inviting salt water comes to mind and angels sing their lovely tune for only us to hear.
O joy of joys let this be my parting! fill my body with a drop of wine and a pinch of salt around mine eyes, for I am starved and thirsty for life. I know not how to go ahead nor stand and count, therefore in dire need of sustenance- the subtle kind.
Show me the way to heaven and I'll show why I'm there. tell me how to please you-nobody shall compare.
Life so important; dare I even ask? the battle of evermore brings with it friend and foe, beast and beauty, much and therefore little.
such as I hoped it would be, at last. Possible luxuries may not be needed after all.happiness is the way to hopelessness, someone once stated to me. Foolish behavior and reckless emotions may revere more than even promised.
As a prophet said , be careful what you wish for- it may just come true. lesson herein comes from within your inner beauty and soul. read the times with caution , as many overlook one final step to after-heed what you have sowed and practice what you know.
IS EVERYBODY IN?is everybody in? the ceremony is about to begin. Watch and learn I trust and pray
[This message was edited Mon Jul 5 22:52:31 2004 by Natisse]

U rock Tisse. That's one magnificent read, cheers for posting.

Nat!

aww thanks guys...I wrote it a few years ago now

thank you!!

This doesn't, by chance, have anything to do with 2the9s tractor photo, does it??...

Byron said:

no such luck

Natisse said:

I think it was the part that said " pray once more to hear your softened voice; to see your jewel eyes and graceful form atop thine tractor" that threw me, hun.....

Byron said:

ah I thought so