Barbara [FlexWriter]

Wow, on the curb huh?  That doesn't sound right.  I hope a big cyberhug will help just a little.  Take care Barb.  Lots of love xo

"Sleeping Muse"















I gazed upon his face
so careful not to touch
Watced him as he slept his dreamless slumber.
the wind danced through the purple tent and all
at once I was aroused.

Not by his beauty the canvas of his face so perfectly
mapped out. Not by his sweet intoxicating aroma
but by his essences his mind his whole being.

He lulled me the night before with his sage guitar
playing things only I could understand.


he made my heart fill up with such a rush I thought for sure this would pop.
Father time would run his steady hands along the curtain
and urge us to forget.

I cannot as I lay awake searching his brain sweet whispers
waiting for it to say my name.

The night burns on I pray this feeling never ends I can"t breath
without this.
Copyright2009

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Hi Barb, we just opened up your card.  Can't thank you enough for that.  Deidra is dressing Roadie in his new western look right now. We'll have pictures up later on.  Thanks so much for being a wonderfully thoughtful friend.  Lots of love to you :) xo

Thanks 4 the ADDD! here is a lil sum 4 ya hope to hear back from you soon...

I am not my scars
I know you see my pains reflection through the window of my eye
Every let down, misconception, every hurt, and every lie.
I try to cover up, yet my nakedness still shows,
You see me, in my truest form, I am vulnerable and exposed.
Sometimes the phantom of my past appears, though I try to forget
Even when I hide it in the darkness, I still see its silhouette.
So why do I regret…? These events are the fabric of who I’ve come to be
Every instance like a fiber woven in my life’s tapestry.
I can only look back for wisdom, I must let this be my strength
But even I have yet to discover the true extent of its length.
I have only gone so deep, on the surface it hurts so much
When I feel my ugliness visible, I just want to cover up.
But these memories, the pain from my past, and what I see…
This is only an illusion, not the definition of me.
I am not my downfalls, and I am not my mistakes,
Yet when they look at me, this is all they seem to take.
But look at ME, look into my soul…
Look at who I really am, not the scars that clearly show.
I have to remind myself who I am every day,
Because everyone and everything tries to lead my mind astray.
They want me to believe I am who they see me to be…
They try to show me what I’ve overcome as if it’s still me.
Will I live up to be the conceptions as they have made
Or will I make my own path, let the past lie where it may
See, I am not my scars, my scars are just the proof
That I have healed from my afflictions, and I have made it through.
-Fiyah
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