From: goldarachel@gmail.com   
      
   On Monday, May 3, 2021 at 4:11:09 PM UTC-7, Zod wrote:   
   > On Thursday, April 29, 2021 at 6:10:26 PM UTC-3, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:    
   > > On Saturday, April 24, 2021 at 2:41:45 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:    
   > > > maybe i was set up for it, all the last words rhymed with sleep...    
   > > > On Saturday, April 24, 2021 at 10:41:05 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:    
   > > > > omg, that's so funny.....as i read this, before reaching the end, i   
   thought, this seems like a good bedtime prayer....    
   > > > > On Friday, April 23, 2021 at 7:04:41 PM UTC-7, Just Walkin' wrote:    
   > > > > > Hope you get there kid!    
   > > > > >    
   > > > > > Tortured Heart    
   > > > > >    
   > > > > > Tortured heart    
   > > > > > Thwarted dreams    
   > > > > > Scar the soul    
   > > > > > So deep.    
   > > > > > Fragile heart    
   > > > > > Precious dreams    
   > > > > > Bless the soul    
   > > > > > That weeps.    
   > > > > > Hungry heart    
   > > > > > Unfinished dreams    
   > > > > > Help the soul    
   > > > > > To leap.    
   > > > > > Loving heart    
   > > > > > Living dreams    
   > > > > > Heals the soul    
   > > > > > To keep.    
   > > > > > Settled heart    
   > > > > > Realized dreams    
   > > > > > Rest the soul    
   > > > > > To sleep.    
   > > > > >    
   > > > > > - K    
   > > So glad that Rachel is posting again! 😎â�¤ï¸�ðŸ™�🠠 
   ¸   
   > Agreed and seconded...   
      
   here's another version:   
      
   one-winged dove   
      
   like being nailed to a dying tree   
   trapped in my life    
   of nothingness   
   painful and insufferable, as a    
   maddening   
   deafening silence   
      
   sirens scream, the ambulances   
   and motorcycles roar,   
   neighbors endlessly stomp, and drag    
   furniture    
   across a wooden floor   
      
   the empty chambers    
   of my mind   
   draped with cobwebs, hanging    
   on the rotted vine   
   the trees are barren, the soil is cold   
   could it be   
   that i am growing old?   
      
   no lover did come, no man come    
   to save -    
   i’ll wither away, unremarkably    
   to my anonymous    
   unmarked grave.   
   no sons did i bear, no daughters    
   to raise;    
   no love to pass on, the end    
   of my name.   
      
   i don’t even want    
   to rest    
   in the earth   
   i never found peace here,    
   no refuge,    
   no hearth.   
   so burn me to ashes,    
   and throw me away   
   while gaia keeps churning,    
   and turning    
   each day   
      
   a life truly wasted, a sorrowful soul   
   no one would dare join me,    
   come make me    
   whole.   
   did i dare cry too hard,    
   did I suffer    
   too much fright?   
   did i bear the unbearable    
   kingdom of the night?   
      
   so laugh on, young children   
   laugh lightly    
   like the flowers   
   and count not the heavy    
   weight    
   of the hours   
   some can never forget   
   some will never let go   
   the promise was broken   
   this womb will never glow   
      
   we stand up strong, and say never again   
   but to this fight most defeating,    
   i’ll never lend my hand.   
   just leave me alone,    
   and please let me be,   
   this is the judgment, the fated decree   
      
   the heart has been shattered,    
   a broken disease   
   all romance is dead, their fires    
   did freeze.   
   no passion, no dreams,    
   no hopes will    
   i sing,   
   they shot this bird down,    
   this bird on the wing.   
      
      
   j.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)