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Andrea,
You got to help me find my inner light back
My soul is lost and groping in the dark
Andrea,
Won’t
you carry a candle and light my path?
Help me find my way back to your heart.
In the dark I saw a flickering light
But
the heartless wind extinguished it when
I tried to touch it with my trembling hands
And all my hopes vanished into
the cold night.
Andrea,
My heart is black as the night
Grim morbid emotions dances inside and out
Andrea,
Won’t
you lead me into the light?
Please, help me find my way back to your heart.
In the darkness of the moonless night
I
heard the stray dogs bark in gruesome delight
Oblivious to my broken heart’s sweet desolation
And my soul’s
tortured isolation.
Suddenly your beautiful face looms in the dark sky
Casting a bright shadow in the hollow chambers
of my heart
Larger than life, putting a spell that I will have to fight with all my might.
Andrea,
You are the
one that could put my life right back on track,
Stop my nerves from firing clumsily and mindlessly exploding to smithereens.
Andrea,
Won’t
you guide me into the night?
I am lost without you and I am falling apart.
Andrea,
You are the one that I have
to fight inside my bewildered mind
And put the misbehaving screws back in my weary head.
Oh, Andrea…
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c.10.12.2K4
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Athena
Sometimes I dream, Athena
that you are in my arms, your
soft body pressed against mine
in the rose garden, right
there
in the unlit room, where two
lonely souls were entwined in
a beautiful dance of innocent
passion. In the
twilight of my
life, I knew then as I do now,
that you can never be mine.
Aviva
She sat there in the cubicle, with eyes closed trying to drown out
the cries of tortured souls that still ring in her
ears and the pungent odor of
billows of smoke that screen the crimson haze of gray vision
that numbed her senses as
she tried to forget the painful reminder of
Auschwitz, Dachau and Trebilinka. Now reduced to a neurotic museum of tears.
In
her mind, where footsteps are stationary and the labored sound of hoarse breathing
that echoes in the silent passageways,
breezed through her fading memory.
Their pictures were now silent and the curtains drawn to hide the reflections in
the
mirror of her eyes that belies the mourning of her heart.
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Aubrey
Someone once asked me
Why do my eyes still lit up at the mention of your name?
They cannot, as they
say, fathom my way of thinking.
For they know that you have your own life to live now
For they know that the past
will never come back
For they know that so many things in my life will never be the same again
But I tell them that
despite the years and the pain
I still have the moon and the stars to make me smile
And I will always have your
picture etched in my heart.
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c.10.12.2K4
Sunja
I want to see the sun rise in your eyes
Full of energy and hot with emotion-
And make me laugh out all my pent-
up frustrations.
I want to see the sun shine in your eyes
Making rainbows out of the tears that will fall-
And
wash out all the sorrows of my jealous heart into oblivion.
I want to see the sun set in your eyes
Resting in peace
and calming my restless being-
And help me find my lost conscience again.
#10/12/2004
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Belinda
your silhouette, wondrously luscious
under the April showers, shimmering in the dark
unlike the frigid flowers in winter chilled by the frost
your body, sensuous, passionate enough
to frolicked in the thick foliage, caressed by the leaves
the soft green grass that temporarily replaced your waterbed
the heat of summer is cooled by your laughter
freeing my bundled thoughts from the crazy void
while I stood there, behind the shadows of the curtains
my tender whispers swallowed by the empty room.
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Sept12003
Rebecca
Tears could not wash the pain inside of me
I stand in silence
While you lay in your bed
So pale
So weak
So battered
So fragile
Hope springs eternal they say
But you’ve given up the fight
a long time ago
I know
You’ve accepted your fate with
Dignity
I thought I died more than once
While standing alone inside that
Cold cold quiet room
As you close your eyes
And took your last breath
Goodbye, dear friend.
c.02202K6
The song in my life is the one that bears your name
It is neither like what Debussy’s homage to the silver moon
Nor Chopin’s nocturnes in his solitude
But rather it is the one that cries out in despair
That my lonely heart can strangely tell.
So many days spent waiting for your face to beckon again on my horizon
So many nights wasted just waiting for you to knock on my door
All these are nothing but wishful thinking
Insane ramblings
Of a hapless romantic fool like me.
This morning when I said my morning prayer
I realized that my life
Like a sad song
Will no longer
Be the same
Without you
Beside me,
Yvette.
Bill Mitsuru T. Shimizu
All Rights Reserved
c.Y2K- 2K7
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