Rubber Trim
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 28th, 2007
Detour do not stop, veer gently here, come closer, feel "it is me"
Beside you, next to you; that warm strong hand is upon my shoulder
Leading me home, back to minutes, and that first hour, when you
Looked deep inside, burned rubber down that rural interstate road
I could not remember how to get there, but that day I came home
Love me again, maybe tonight, please don't listen for the jet plane
Two bears holding hands, touching fuzzy paws
In the bathroom, time ran out, wonder I where
They are, red ribbon; I listen to a song, rising high in the
Air, away from home (you) and where I do belong
Your face unshaven, baseball cap turned around just so, the air
Conditioning is freezing me in places you touched, just this one
Time, hot outside, but in here my hot skin gets cold, the world stopped
Spinning the metal fences, spikes of steel, almost turned to gold
Never again can I be the same, for you have gone deep inside my heart
Like a fertile seed to burrow, then grow; nothing left of me, but we
Alone is chosen, isolation is death, stop here
The yellow school bus passes, so stop and go
Children's laughter like gentle wind chimes I hear
You go to work, I miss you first, the sun rises, go
Let me see your eyes speak to mine, expressive words, the hurt
Inside, I watch you turn and be a man I never knew, but wanted
Tears of history to never cry, reborn spring season aches this bride
Misplace untouched emotions, to burn, retake, if words could
Mesmerize and startle this storm of life, then trickle stream now
Not recreate years to make, my hand reaches out in the night, you
Child fairy tale inside my head, one sweet yawn escapes
The words bustle like ruffles, starched, climb aside the night
Gentle breeze barely blows, release the fear and the
Purr of an alabaster cat beneath the bed, brings sleep, again
Lollipop round cherry, sticky fingers grasp the edge, the ferris wheel is
Spinning wild we stop on top, I look down; dizzy and nausea fade
My voice is not one I know, but a piece of you misplaced, traced today
The railroad train is coming across the tracks, cannot cross so I wait
All I want to do is hold you close, tell you things I've never said and
All I know is deep within this heart, let it go, shut this book you've read
Whisper now the word of hope, listen and see, open eyes
Catch the cloud that is fluffy and so white, the pink dawn
Horizon beside me infinite so (I sigh), the word of God will
Brace me, usurp my will another day, we unburden, no choice
Raise me to a place forever I will lay, so whistle now, try to smile
There is nowhere else we should go, the chores are done, all is clean
It is you and I here, in late afternoon so; the stars sprinkle themselves
Upon one night sky, the moon is harvest gold and wide, a season change
We remain the same, this portrait the only work of art, the world goes on
Without us, our place is beyond the gate, I love you now, forevermore, my
Heart will not wait, I love you still
Burn the rubber, off the road
You, I love, yes you....Me...
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
We are as HE decides...
Trip too Deep
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George, BS,RN
January 26th, 2007
High heel girl, pantihose they grow, form, line, the longest legs going up
To the top, the hill that you aspire, oh tower long, hard, and foreign do not
ENTER me without a card, a word of love, a payment of emotional vegetation
You grow, (I shrink), you pillage (I am still), you want all of me (take me)
Pale, want no love, flushed, want all of you, decisions (I won't make), you
Take me too deep, I fall, beyond the valley of sunlit dolls, break a leg, me
When the cathedral bells chime, the feeling rushes within me
Shattered ruins am I, clustered behind the pew of nuns
Pristine habits, stiff, they are all the same, can I clone
One of you just five minutes, feel the spirit (Holy) broken glass
Flushing, warm, the heat is spreading through every centimeter of my skin
Pinpricks of fertile life, a breath of air drawn deep in your lungs, expelled to
Me, and respond does a body I do not know, with a name you have given
The birth of love, is just this heart that beats in perfect time, it will not die
Nor I for you (ever let go), this park bench chills me, sitting till dusk finds
Me alone (where are you), if you hold my hand I will be NOT what I hate
Again I trip on shoelaces never tied, this one long street so
Narrow, garbage cans lined and beaten, dents that will not fade
Laughter peals from on high, beyond and above joyous clouds
There is nothing but I to remain, to fade, my scream silent, go away
A year passed, perhaps two, and the only velvet screen, the idle hands bare
Is the thought of a perfect world, where your voice never screams, and not lost
I find my way home, lock the door, enter a world of two (never one alone), and
It will end, for days do, I won't wear this short dress, or ever look him in the eyes
(He is not you) or pretend what I need you do not have, that I'll fall beyond the
Place you could not reach me, in sleep, or nightmare dream, or the twinkle
Of one bold, yet brazen star in some sky that is owned by the
State of Texas or you just can't smoke out there and the laws
That bind will remove any semblence of who you are this day
This last day I'll remember (Friday) and God removing our power
To harm, hurt, run in fear, to put aside that beating, throbbing, living heart
Called LOVE, it is a movement a profound destiny here (mark the day) and
This calendar of life will burn like that flare on the road did, when a tire blew out
Just one more time somewhere between home and hate, and I'll never leave you
Again, never pretend I don't know, and I'll cherish your deep eyes, your voice so
Culturally Cajun, and smell cooking that fills the hunger in my soul, do you want
Pink upon the windows, to hear the swoosh of water in the bed
Feel my shoulders thin beneath your powerful hands, and the
Heat of your touch burns me to cinders, to resurrect me from the
Dead, be that love hurts, I trip too deep, my legs cannot reach
It is not the end, pure white dove
You are here, so still, I am immobilized
Your touch feeds the fire inside, I breathe
Let's make it this time
Let's be, when...
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George, BS,RN
January 26th, 2007
High heel girl, pantihose they grow, form, line, the longest legs going up
To the top, the hill that you aspire, oh tower long, hard, and foreign do not
ENTER me without a card, a word of love, a payment of emotional vegetation
You grow, (I shrink), you pillage (I am still), you want all of me (take me)
Pale, want no love, flushed, want all of you, decisions (I won't make), you
Take me too deep, I fall, beyond the valley of sunlit dolls, break a leg, me
When the cathedral bells chime, the feeling rushes within me
Shattered ruins am I, clustered behind the pew of nuns
Pristine habits, stiff, they are all the same, can I clone
One of you just five minutes, feel the spirit (Holy) broken glass
Flushing, warm, the heat is spreading through every centimeter of my skin
Pinpricks of fertile life, a breath of air drawn deep in your lungs, expelled to
Me, and respond does a body I do not know, with a name you have given
The birth of love, is just this heart that beats in perfect time, it will not die
Nor I for you (ever let go), this park bench chills me, sitting till dusk finds
Me alone (where are you), if you hold my hand I will be NOT what I hate
Again I trip on shoelaces never tied, this one long street so
Narrow, garbage cans lined and beaten, dents that will not fade
Laughter peals from on high, beyond and above joyous clouds
There is nothing but I to remain, to fade, my scream silent, go away
A year passed, perhaps two, and the only velvet screen, the idle hands bare
Is the thought of a perfect world, where your voice never screams, and not lost
I find my way home, lock the door, enter a world of two (never one alone), and
It will end, for days do, I won't wear this short dress, or ever look him in the eyes
(He is not you) or pretend what I need you do not have, that I'll fall beyond the
Place you could not reach me, in sleep, or nightmare dream, or the twinkle
Of one bold, yet brazen star in some sky that is owned by the
State of Texas or you just can't smoke out there and the laws
That bind will remove any semblence of who you are this day
This last day I'll remember (Friday) and God removing our power
To harm, hurt, run in fear, to put aside that beating, throbbing, living heart
Called LOVE, it is a movement a profound destiny here (mark the day) and
This calendar of life will burn like that flare on the road did, when a tire blew out
Just one more time somewhere between home and hate, and I'll never leave you
Again, never pretend I don't know, and I'll cherish your deep eyes, your voice so
Culturally Cajun, and smell cooking that fills the hunger in my soul, do you want
Pink upon the windows, to hear the swoosh of water in the bed
Feel my shoulders thin beneath your powerful hands, and the
Heat of your touch burns me to cinders, to resurrect me from the
Dead, be that love hurts, I trip too deep, my legs cannot reach
It is not the end, pure white dove
You are here, so still, I am immobilized
Your touch feeds the fire inside, I breathe
Let's make it this time
Let's be, when...
The Brook...
Bound A Brook
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 26th, 2007
The ripple, fond of fairy tale, counts mushroom mountains, lions tail too, beyond
The stream now green, lined with pebbles deeper than the clear, cold, water
Do I take a straw and sip the water, cleanse my toy soldiers from within where
Dust trodden boots stomp hard on my frail ribs, cavort with paper dolls pasted
High on top, old construction paper dreams, water colors (you are) to me
Make sense (nonsense) of love, the brook is my stream, the river flows, back
Hot chicken soup, sloppy white egg noodles lay to await
A shiny spoon, the eminent task of soothing an empty stomach
Hungry for today, but starving for years, and skipping to an
Imagined beat in my head, a meal becomes a concert, hidden
Back stage pass let me in, past the strong men with sweaty brows, to see
A navigator appear on stage muting tones through his Seinheiser and blare
Vocals of love, pain, more love, and then the funeral march of his dead being
His spirit wrapped in muted pink cloth, like an ending egg shell cracked doll
Hanging one leg wrapped about her neck, in a strangled song the flag hangs
Too burning, and destroyed by a people who died long before the earth they
Fought for ended, freedom from rage, and upheaval through heaven
The scent of gunpowder purges all thought of retribution, and the
Green of your eyes can be blue (just cry awhile) and the pallor of
Your skin is just the faint reality of sickness, the plague struck you
Two men fight in that wet, rained down street, behind the gin mill over a pool
Game (who won), and the prostitute's daughter drags her blanket through
A mud puddle to watch, there is stray lightning in the overcast sky, and
Sirens approach as two tired police men decide "to go or not to go" and
A gun shot sounds, and blue blood pours violently into the rain puddle
Below the room, the child goes upstairs (mother is done), sleeps alone no bed
Lawn mower sounds and the week end of rich men with
Sports car begins, wives hidden under layers of cream
Hair dye covering their grey strands, the negligee does not
Cover the scent of boredom, to spread or not to, no butter here
Will I wait another day, can the smell of fresh, dark coffee awaken my energy
(Again) will the rape of the word create the purple Berkshire mountains here
Underneath the bridge in metropolitan New York, can we ice skate over
Desert plains hand in hand, make a difference (you and I), or will we stand
Frozen statues unlike pyramids, one fist bared to punch an unknown bag
Saw dust falls like snow flakes, and the temperate wrath has no impact
Yellow roses blooming in unison, black cat cross my path
Transmission fluid rank smell on this alley of fortitude driven
Alone, one car breaks down, a taxi cab arrives, and the dime
You place in the pay phone slot is not enough, just never enough
I will wait here dressed in white cotton, hair damp, pulled back, face bare
Eyes wide and deep blue, lips pensively awaiting (your gentle kiss), and
Toes curled in a night chill, knees bent, arms around them too, I sit to
Be here (just for you), and when the time comes, and sleep pulls me
Into innocent fugue, you will play me like the violin I am, and the sounds
Lyric prose, will emanate from deep within this doll I am (of you)
Peace with an ounce of love flows beyond
This undefined brook, down here below the bayou
The humid night air cloys me, wants to choke me
But you are bound with me as one
We dance and turn to face the moon
It is you, sit here, you are me...
*\/*
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 26th, 2007
The ripple, fond of fairy tale, counts mushroom mountains, lions tail too, beyond
The stream now green, lined with pebbles deeper than the clear, cold, water
Do I take a straw and sip the water, cleanse my toy soldiers from within where
Dust trodden boots stomp hard on my frail ribs, cavort with paper dolls pasted
High on top, old construction paper dreams, water colors (you are) to me
Make sense (nonsense) of love, the brook is my stream, the river flows, back
Hot chicken soup, sloppy white egg noodles lay to await
A shiny spoon, the eminent task of soothing an empty stomach
Hungry for today, but starving for years, and skipping to an
Imagined beat in my head, a meal becomes a concert, hidden
Back stage pass let me in, past the strong men with sweaty brows, to see
A navigator appear on stage muting tones through his Seinheiser and blare
Vocals of love, pain, more love, and then the funeral march of his dead being
His spirit wrapped in muted pink cloth, like an ending egg shell cracked doll
Hanging one leg wrapped about her neck, in a strangled song the flag hangs
Too burning, and destroyed by a people who died long before the earth they
Fought for ended, freedom from rage, and upheaval through heaven
The scent of gunpowder purges all thought of retribution, and the
Green of your eyes can be blue (just cry awhile) and the pallor of
Your skin is just the faint reality of sickness, the plague struck you
Two men fight in that wet, rained down street, behind the gin mill over a pool
Game (who won), and the prostitute's daughter drags her blanket through
A mud puddle to watch, there is stray lightning in the overcast sky, and
Sirens approach as two tired police men decide "to go or not to go" and
A gun shot sounds, and blue blood pours violently into the rain puddle
Below the room, the child goes upstairs (mother is done), sleeps alone no bed
Lawn mower sounds and the week end of rich men with
Sports car begins, wives hidden under layers of cream
Hair dye covering their grey strands, the negligee does not
Cover the scent of boredom, to spread or not to, no butter here
Will I wait another day, can the smell of fresh, dark coffee awaken my energy
(Again) will the rape of the word create the purple Berkshire mountains here
Underneath the bridge in metropolitan New York, can we ice skate over
Desert plains hand in hand, make a difference (you and I), or will we stand
Frozen statues unlike pyramids, one fist bared to punch an unknown bag
Saw dust falls like snow flakes, and the temperate wrath has no impact
Yellow roses blooming in unison, black cat cross my path
Transmission fluid rank smell on this alley of fortitude driven
Alone, one car breaks down, a taxi cab arrives, and the dime
You place in the pay phone slot is not enough, just never enough
I will wait here dressed in white cotton, hair damp, pulled back, face bare
Eyes wide and deep blue, lips pensively awaiting (your gentle kiss), and
Toes curled in a night chill, knees bent, arms around them too, I sit to
Be here (just for you), and when the time comes, and sleep pulls me
Into innocent fugue, you will play me like the violin I am, and the sounds
Lyric prose, will emanate from deep within this doll I am (of you)
Peace with an ounce of love flows beyond
This undefined brook, down here below the bayou
The humid night air cloys me, wants to choke me
But you are bound with me as one
We dance and turn to face the moon
It is you, sit here, you are me...
*\/*
Street Number 1
Street Number 1
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 26th, 2007
Pavement cracks, falling into your arms, somewhere hot and deep, there it is
Blacker than coal, the flame touches my turgid skin, where do you cry,
Weep, that candy cane wrapper lays beside my lifeless hand, clear, sticky
Like your entry inside me a year or a million days ago, fill me up with you
Take it away, aqua eyes widen, cry, and Christmas Eve dies, and the tree is
Filled with dead needles, this new year climbs my back, like a mountain
Dancer picking away at my bruised ribs,
Did I invite you in here, get away don't eat
My Reeses cups, don't move a hair on my
Head my inner child beats you, away, go
Don't stay on this pavement, bare feet are burning, turn away, run on
Tippy toe, silly boy you are, just a huge hard sausage pulsing in your
Pocket, hands at your side, school bell rings, that garish yellow bus
Pulls up (you won't climb in), and the driver looks sad, she has nothing
Left but empty gin bottles lined up beside her smudged bedroom window
Smell of old sheets, not sex, and the hands that strangle her are the
Bill collectors, and grown children who care not
Watching her die day by day, and the ruby red lips
School age boys and girls, cut her open for life
She is sentenced, the predator fades, he waves
Poppy seeds, the poppy plant, the heroin dream, the valium fades, you are
But a drugged version of normal, and your knees quiver, the light dances
Where did you go today, did you dance in the smoky room, alone at times
Did the beat drag you there, to an abyss that is colorless, soundless but
Deadly will you bury yourself in rhythms that fade, will you regress to the
Days of death when you were born, diaper unchanged, parents blizzard cold
Stay away, walk if you can do so, march like ants
Line up for the soldiers pull their trigger(s) in unison
The executioner is waiting (for you) and the fight to
Live is a lost battle, who flies this flag in America?
Lost, more lost, she is futilely blind in a maze where rats race endlessly
Her hair cut short like the men who plague her, beat their drum is it over
Five minutes worth, could a life this long be this short (it is) and the luxury
In the meadow madness where horses move like rabid dogs in ghetto slime
Over and over is it your hallucination (or mine) that cracks like a rotten egg
Smears your face with residue, and tears hatred shreds in your face, go
She breathes silently, there is no one home
Rests in fitful sleep, the virus borne vector is she
Lifeless pale and wanton flesh is gone, he is too
Remove spirit that is left, and intellect is antagonism
I love watching you this street party is deafening, and no words come forth
From the thousand mouths speaking, eating, laughing, and the many bands
Are playing, and music is not here, cannot be heard, this is the year of
2007 and when will life fade, the earth crash with a resounding boom
Tuba sounds irk me with madness, but the crisp cut of a vocal can clear
The air after the winter storm, the tropical fugue, come fade with me
Go on, take me there...
Go on...
Take me there, Street Number 1...
Stop...
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 26th, 2007
Pavement cracks, falling into your arms, somewhere hot and deep, there it is
Blacker than coal, the flame touches my turgid skin, where do you cry,
Weep, that candy cane wrapper lays beside my lifeless hand, clear, sticky
Like your entry inside me a year or a million days ago, fill me up with you
Take it away, aqua eyes widen, cry, and Christmas Eve dies, and the tree is
Filled with dead needles, this new year climbs my back, like a mountain
Dancer picking away at my bruised ribs,
Did I invite you in here, get away don't eat
My Reeses cups, don't move a hair on my
Head my inner child beats you, away, go
Don't stay on this pavement, bare feet are burning, turn away, run on
Tippy toe, silly boy you are, just a huge hard sausage pulsing in your
Pocket, hands at your side, school bell rings, that garish yellow bus
Pulls up (you won't climb in), and the driver looks sad, she has nothing
Left but empty gin bottles lined up beside her smudged bedroom window
Smell of old sheets, not sex, and the hands that strangle her are the
Bill collectors, and grown children who care not
Watching her die day by day, and the ruby red lips
School age boys and girls, cut her open for life
She is sentenced, the predator fades, he waves
Poppy seeds, the poppy plant, the heroin dream, the valium fades, you are
But a drugged version of normal, and your knees quiver, the light dances
Where did you go today, did you dance in the smoky room, alone at times
Did the beat drag you there, to an abyss that is colorless, soundless but
Deadly will you bury yourself in rhythms that fade, will you regress to the
Days of death when you were born, diaper unchanged, parents blizzard cold
Stay away, walk if you can do so, march like ants
Line up for the soldiers pull their trigger(s) in unison
The executioner is waiting (for you) and the fight to
Live is a lost battle, who flies this flag in America?
Lost, more lost, she is futilely blind in a maze where rats race endlessly
Her hair cut short like the men who plague her, beat their drum is it over
Five minutes worth, could a life this long be this short (it is) and the luxury
In the meadow madness where horses move like rabid dogs in ghetto slime
Over and over is it your hallucination (or mine) that cracks like a rotten egg
Smears your face with residue, and tears hatred shreds in your face, go
She breathes silently, there is no one home
Rests in fitful sleep, the virus borne vector is she
Lifeless pale and wanton flesh is gone, he is too
Remove spirit that is left, and intellect is antagonism
I love watching you this street party is deafening, and no words come forth
From the thousand mouths speaking, eating, laughing, and the many bands
Are playing, and music is not here, cannot be heard, this is the year of
2007 and when will life fade, the earth crash with a resounding boom
Tuba sounds irk me with madness, but the crisp cut of a vocal can clear
The air after the winter storm, the tropical fugue, come fade with me
Go on, take me there...
Go on...
Take me there, Street Number 1...
Stop...
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Miss the train, this slice of pain...
Slice Of...
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 20th, 2007
Cut, sharp so very deep, this slice of heart dies, gangrene your soul
Seeps, cinders like ash form; tremendous vaporized heat feed from that
Laser beam (your rage) spinning forth blue light, pinpoint diamonds cut
Yes they cut (me up in shreds) and my arms flail, my legs drop, knees
Buckle beneath me, and the girl you know (is dead) and just a taste of
Ice cream kiss remains (her lips pout) and your demon protrudes from
The eyes that love me, that dug deeper till you knew me
Owned the heart that beat, for no one (not even you)
Wonderland oh Alice get off my hat, go down way down
Drop off my planet this is 'Karen's World" can't come in
He cries those tears that splash on the windshield, the torrential storm
Brews and Mondays rain, is Tuesday's snow, is Wednesday's ice
"I can't take no more!" and running in circles it never ends, never goes
To peace, to that warm sunny place desired in that wanton spirit that
Glows like neon rice deep in my gut, you can't come in so go away
Ride your horse, your motor cycle, your fast car and leave me alone
Solitary star bides time in this hemisphere, the old woman
Groans and staggers over a cane (cannot bear her weight)
The hole in her back is a hole in my heart, the child is dead
Pigtails gone, bones broken, Mother's nemesis kill me again
Hold my hand if you will, there is no scent of French perfume, or soft
Touch to draw you in, today my stomach churns on too much strong
Dark coffee, no half and half left, that Coke and ice just cannot do it
Candy cane lips touch age old dreams, when I kiss you it won't be
The same, never was, you are the disease that ravished my heart and
Contagious to no one (just me) you dot my life with blurred promises
No tin foil Christmas wrappers, garish bows tied haphazardly
Too many Eve's I've wrapped presents for those you hate
Tonight a diamond ring in a white box is given me and I say
"Why give this to me for you hate me" and your strong voice
States "No I love you I always did and will" this is special, and the
Tiny white lights crowd the kitchen counter, bottles of alcohol litter
Crumbs left over from a cake unfinished, and the stove heats the
Room and HBO movies are Christmas tales of unlucky lives that
Are far happier than mine, do you know what happened and how
Close I came to never making it "home alive" does it matter, no
In sleep he watches me curled around the pillow
Legs longer and more silent in deep rest than in heels
A million light nights away, the years scatter like confetti
Boys eating carrots, they are healthy, live forever, not I
Roller coaster ride, hot Jersey sun, the places I have not seen beckon
Children canvas the screen, I paint sand, pounding waves, smell of
Hotdog with mustard in a soft fresh bun, on your face, tonight the dream
Stops, alone in isolation I ponder the END, the beginning never came
Wooden soldier your pants are down, the paint chipped from your eyes
One gone (are you blind), voice muted, silent, one down, two dead
Rose petal one lays on my cheek, inhale this last moment
Pink pain, white oblivion, yellow rose of Texas (she is not)
That blue lizard on the brick outside the house makes me
Run away another day, skipping, hopping, see you later
Slice of lemon, touch my tongue
Awaken I in this solo bed, that pillow
Rests a thousand miles from nowhere
Barefoot walking, desert floor, I am cold
End it, don't begin it, it never was
LOVE, this heart is broken, bent
Ice pop dead...
*\/*
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 20th, 2007
Cut, sharp so very deep, this slice of heart dies, gangrene your soul
Seeps, cinders like ash form; tremendous vaporized heat feed from that
Laser beam (your rage) spinning forth blue light, pinpoint diamonds cut
Yes they cut (me up in shreds) and my arms flail, my legs drop, knees
Buckle beneath me, and the girl you know (is dead) and just a taste of
Ice cream kiss remains (her lips pout) and your demon protrudes from
The eyes that love me, that dug deeper till you knew me
Owned the heart that beat, for no one (not even you)
Wonderland oh Alice get off my hat, go down way down
Drop off my planet this is 'Karen's World" can't come in
He cries those tears that splash on the windshield, the torrential storm
Brews and Mondays rain, is Tuesday's snow, is Wednesday's ice
"I can't take no more!" and running in circles it never ends, never goes
To peace, to that warm sunny place desired in that wanton spirit that
Glows like neon rice deep in my gut, you can't come in so go away
Ride your horse, your motor cycle, your fast car and leave me alone
Solitary star bides time in this hemisphere, the old woman
Groans and staggers over a cane (cannot bear her weight)
The hole in her back is a hole in my heart, the child is dead
Pigtails gone, bones broken, Mother's nemesis kill me again
Hold my hand if you will, there is no scent of French perfume, or soft
Touch to draw you in, today my stomach churns on too much strong
Dark coffee, no half and half left, that Coke and ice just cannot do it
Candy cane lips touch age old dreams, when I kiss you it won't be
The same, never was, you are the disease that ravished my heart and
Contagious to no one (just me) you dot my life with blurred promises
No tin foil Christmas wrappers, garish bows tied haphazardly
Too many Eve's I've wrapped presents for those you hate
Tonight a diamond ring in a white box is given me and I say
"Why give this to me for you hate me" and your strong voice
States "No I love you I always did and will" this is special, and the
Tiny white lights crowd the kitchen counter, bottles of alcohol litter
Crumbs left over from a cake unfinished, and the stove heats the
Room and HBO movies are Christmas tales of unlucky lives that
Are far happier than mine, do you know what happened and how
Close I came to never making it "home alive" does it matter, no
In sleep he watches me curled around the pillow
Legs longer and more silent in deep rest than in heels
A million light nights away, the years scatter like confetti
Boys eating carrots, they are healthy, live forever, not I
Roller coaster ride, hot Jersey sun, the places I have not seen beckon
Children canvas the screen, I paint sand, pounding waves, smell of
Hotdog with mustard in a soft fresh bun, on your face, tonight the dream
Stops, alone in isolation I ponder the END, the beginning never came
Wooden soldier your pants are down, the paint chipped from your eyes
One gone (are you blind), voice muted, silent, one down, two dead
Rose petal one lays on my cheek, inhale this last moment
Pink pain, white oblivion, yellow rose of Texas (she is not)
That blue lizard on the brick outside the house makes me
Run away another day, skipping, hopping, see you later
Slice of lemon, touch my tongue
Awaken I in this solo bed, that pillow
Rests a thousand miles from nowhere
Barefoot walking, desert floor, I am cold
End it, don't begin it, it never was
LOVE, this heart is broken, bent
Ice pop dead...
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Sunday, January 14, 2007
Simply said to "he" from "me.."
I Love...
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 14th, 2007
Snow cone central, ice pops dripping down my chin, I love to feel
Cold on my tongue, warm when you kiss me, don't you see with those
Eyes that dig holes in my heart, how earthquakes, cannon shots, even
Grenades soaring on high, can just walk in, take a seat, stay with me
Forever...today...forever for eternity I love, this you see (me) in you
Walk to and from, circle like that predatory bird, a sparrow sings
Come to me, I to you, today make it one place here
Beneath the stars, in dim light going to black night
Take my hand (you alone) will make me warm inside
A place no one could go, you came in to stay
Racing car radio red so bright, shiny, furiously paring down that broken
Highway (my heart), speeding away without me, not knowing the hurt
The sad sins of others imprinted like wax seals burned into my forehead
No lace or gentle smile can take that pain, but truth came through a
Towering blue sky (cumulus cloud) and when I was asleep a prayer
Issued from silent lips to God, He brought you me (and I you)
Elegant is not necessary, millionaire man is dead
Model girl does not matter, silhouette of phantom friend
Go away, that blue lizard perched on tired brick outside
Might come in, but he knows not the heart, the love I love
Please dance with me, the old wood ballroom floor shines, we spin
Effortlessly, you wearing a formal tuxedo, I in ballroom chiffon we
Turn, face to face, lips touch, and around we go again, we stop
Nowhere close to mankind, nowhere near the abyss, somewhere
Here on our own perfect cloud, we built (together), I feel you nearer
Closer your powerful hand touches me, I melt like butter on toast
To be not to be we are to be, always to see that love
To share, always to care, to go deeper, delve past the
Ruins in that Greek island so far away, there is nothing
We compare but we are only one certain love, I love
All of you, baseball cap on backwards, stubble on your chin, arms
Strong (lift me higher), I will tickle you when you least expect it and
Only the sound of my voice near your ear will make you trust me,
Believe in us, roses in bloom, near the meadow green, that old horse
Lifts his head, shakes a fly off his tail, it's summer (again) and time
To celebrate, we can together be (happy), we are all there is to be
I love...
He said to me
I love...
I say to he
I love...
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 14th, 2007
Snow cone central, ice pops dripping down my chin, I love to feel
Cold on my tongue, warm when you kiss me, don't you see with those
Eyes that dig holes in my heart, how earthquakes, cannon shots, even
Grenades soaring on high, can just walk in, take a seat, stay with me
Forever...today...forever for eternity I love, this you see (me) in you
Walk to and from, circle like that predatory bird, a sparrow sings
Come to me, I to you, today make it one place here
Beneath the stars, in dim light going to black night
Take my hand (you alone) will make me warm inside
A place no one could go, you came in to stay
Racing car radio red so bright, shiny, furiously paring down that broken
Highway (my heart), speeding away without me, not knowing the hurt
The sad sins of others imprinted like wax seals burned into my forehead
No lace or gentle smile can take that pain, but truth came through a
Towering blue sky (cumulus cloud) and when I was asleep a prayer
Issued from silent lips to God, He brought you me (and I you)
Elegant is not necessary, millionaire man is dead
Model girl does not matter, silhouette of phantom friend
Go away, that blue lizard perched on tired brick outside
Might come in, but he knows not the heart, the love I love
Please dance with me, the old wood ballroom floor shines, we spin
Effortlessly, you wearing a formal tuxedo, I in ballroom chiffon we
Turn, face to face, lips touch, and around we go again, we stop
Nowhere close to mankind, nowhere near the abyss, somewhere
Here on our own perfect cloud, we built (together), I feel you nearer
Closer your powerful hand touches me, I melt like butter on toast
To be not to be we are to be, always to see that love
To share, always to care, to go deeper, delve past the
Ruins in that Greek island so far away, there is nothing
We compare but we are only one certain love, I love
All of you, baseball cap on backwards, stubble on your chin, arms
Strong (lift me higher), I will tickle you when you least expect it and
Only the sound of my voice near your ear will make you trust me,
Believe in us, roses in bloom, near the meadow green, that old horse
Lifts his head, shakes a fly off his tail, it's summer (again) and time
To celebrate, we can together be (happy), we are all there is to be
I love...
He said to me
I love...
I say to he
I love...
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Touch
Touch My Lips
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 13th, 2007
One time, your eyes say too many words to follow, your finger passes across
Your lips softly, so simply that if I did not stare up, I would have missed your
Heart beating there before me, the hurt inside me said NO, before you tried
To repair the confused emotions (loneliness, anger, love, sadness) bearing
Witness to the defeat of the prisoners lined up before our very eyes, there
Are two remaining (you and I) and the cell door is shut, the guard leaves
We know not what to do, but the clarity becomes furious
Thunder, lightning, torn electrical lines hanging, waving
Dangerously beneath a torrid moon that has the reflection
Of a ghost, a wanton shadow, a lost dog baring teeth at
Strangers (we have become,) or the firing squad (one on one) aiming nuclear
Weapons to destroy the one heart beating, jumping, angrily hurting, and it is
The truth that WE have no choice but to BE, who we are (together) and
The last day never came, do you think my car can handle another trip to
You, or my body can carry the weight of endless miles with no destination
You waver in and out like a flame flickering, on the pile of wax that is so hot
Once a candle now a pale pool of formless wax, sitting on
Glass and the uncertainty is there is no control (for you or I)
God is blessed, He answered our call six years ago, and
Gave what was asked for, we stumbled in the playground
Hand in hand, children then (not now) and we learned to push red flags
Bombs, switches, poisonous bee stings in and out of each other did
Competition truly enter the touch of your hand on my shoulder, or my
Lips brushing your cheek as sleep took over and I cuddled close to you
Like a warm pillow and your manhood said "no I will lose me" and your
Heart knew better, you could never be (nor could I) the millions we are
Love as it was meant to be, two paired forevermore infinity
Branded upon our bodies, our spirit, our heart, and even
Though FEAR drops upon each of us it is only us crying
Silently through the rage and attacks (on what) it hurts
To feel your hands cold after a long day at work, this navy seal man you
Are is still fighting to prove he can stand up to all, and in doing so why me
I am your angel (alone), your gentle child wrapped up on a ball crying
Somewhere on a highway (again) not knowing anything but "I love you"
Friday we learned we cannot leave, we cannot stay in confusion we must
Trust this love for we are one, you are the only one, (I am too), let it be...
Pale pink a gentle blush upon my cheeks you bring the innocence
To my eyes, and see through all the sorrow, years of despair and
It is you alone who makes me happy (you see it now) and just
A lightning bolt of anger is enough to break the last day of life
To death, I love you speaking words of truth to me, oh never will that end
I need you (and you need me) is that a tidal wave that will end us or
Rush us forward to new land, a white picket fence (ours alone) and
Cascade us with magnolia blossoms, so that we are as of nature and
Love a neon sign for the world of "how it should be" is, and will be
Forevermore, don't let me go (ever again), and I promise to be yours
This day brings storms, did not sleep two hours, the pain is
Filling my body to the breaking point and nausea takes over
Why did God let us learn this again, can we listen to His words
Let Him guide us to the pasture in spring, hand in hand, we two
"I miss you already" and I imagine you held our "little girl" all night
Knowing we belong together (she could tell you), and there is just the
Good to come, can I drive this trip, prepared for love, understanding or
Must I crawl for months blind, alone, fighting the demons you never
Knew, trying to be as tough as you (that cannot be), or just me, gentle
The one who loves you, can't ever leave, will be yours, anywhere but
Don't let us do this again, the words of love are so deep today
Hurt so much, the violin is playing somewhere gently just
For us, and there is a fog lifting as the sun breaks through
Can we be just WE, can we leave that world behind and share
Our life, now, after six years
Our peace, this little faith, our dream
"I love you" you are the only
Man I do, and you too, love me...
We do...Do...We do...Too...
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 13th, 2007
One time, your eyes say too many words to follow, your finger passes across
Your lips softly, so simply that if I did not stare up, I would have missed your
Heart beating there before me, the hurt inside me said NO, before you tried
To repair the confused emotions (loneliness, anger, love, sadness) bearing
Witness to the defeat of the prisoners lined up before our very eyes, there
Are two remaining (you and I) and the cell door is shut, the guard leaves
We know not what to do, but the clarity becomes furious
Thunder, lightning, torn electrical lines hanging, waving
Dangerously beneath a torrid moon that has the reflection
Of a ghost, a wanton shadow, a lost dog baring teeth at
Strangers (we have become,) or the firing squad (one on one) aiming nuclear
Weapons to destroy the one heart beating, jumping, angrily hurting, and it is
The truth that WE have no choice but to BE, who we are (together) and
The last day never came, do you think my car can handle another trip to
You, or my body can carry the weight of endless miles with no destination
You waver in and out like a flame flickering, on the pile of wax that is so hot
Once a candle now a pale pool of formless wax, sitting on
Glass and the uncertainty is there is no control (for you or I)
God is blessed, He answered our call six years ago, and
Gave what was asked for, we stumbled in the playground
Hand in hand, children then (not now) and we learned to push red flags
Bombs, switches, poisonous bee stings in and out of each other did
Competition truly enter the touch of your hand on my shoulder, or my
Lips brushing your cheek as sleep took over and I cuddled close to you
Like a warm pillow and your manhood said "no I will lose me" and your
Heart knew better, you could never be (nor could I) the millions we are
Love as it was meant to be, two paired forevermore infinity
Branded upon our bodies, our spirit, our heart, and even
Though FEAR drops upon each of us it is only us crying
Silently through the rage and attacks (on what) it hurts
To feel your hands cold after a long day at work, this navy seal man you
Are is still fighting to prove he can stand up to all, and in doing so why me
I am your angel (alone), your gentle child wrapped up on a ball crying
Somewhere on a highway (again) not knowing anything but "I love you"
Friday we learned we cannot leave, we cannot stay in confusion we must
Trust this love for we are one, you are the only one, (I am too), let it be...
Pale pink a gentle blush upon my cheeks you bring the innocence
To my eyes, and see through all the sorrow, years of despair and
It is you alone who makes me happy (you see it now) and just
A lightning bolt of anger is enough to break the last day of life
To death, I love you speaking words of truth to me, oh never will that end
I need you (and you need me) is that a tidal wave that will end us or
Rush us forward to new land, a white picket fence (ours alone) and
Cascade us with magnolia blossoms, so that we are as of nature and
Love a neon sign for the world of "how it should be" is, and will be
Forevermore, don't let me go (ever again), and I promise to be yours
This day brings storms, did not sleep two hours, the pain is
Filling my body to the breaking point and nausea takes over
Why did God let us learn this again, can we listen to His words
Let Him guide us to the pasture in spring, hand in hand, we two
"I miss you already" and I imagine you held our "little girl" all night
Knowing we belong together (she could tell you), and there is just the
Good to come, can I drive this trip, prepared for love, understanding or
Must I crawl for months blind, alone, fighting the demons you never
Knew, trying to be as tough as you (that cannot be), or just me, gentle
The one who loves you, can't ever leave, will be yours, anywhere but
Don't let us do this again, the words of love are so deep today
Hurt so much, the violin is playing somewhere gently just
For us, and there is a fog lifting as the sun breaks through
Can we be just WE, can we leave that world behind and share
Our life, now, after six years
Our peace, this little faith, our dream
"I love you" you are the only
Man I do, and you too, love me...
We do...Do...We do...Too...
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Write the Stars
Write the Stars
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 10th, 2007
The words etched on notebook paper, black ink, neatly printed, no diversion
From the choice to "speak to you" just one last time, the loud screaming is
Silent, the choice to unfold the paper and read my thoughts, without my
Presence is yours, and even if you put it aside, lock it in the gun safe it is
Said from a heart that has died a thousand times, struggling with hate as
The response when love is given freely, with innocence, for none here are
Perfect, without fault, defect, moments of uncertainty, and
Time is not only short but precious, and the single bird that
Sang her last song, merrily in the meadow, the flood entrenched
Grass pulling her legs down in mud, spinning her wheels alone
She went a route most traveled and old, a trip she did not want to make
Excuses are like confetti falling down in a blizzard of endless pain, the
Football field is barren, the last game played, the season over, and now
Alone in the stands pacing back and forth you stop, just to stare upward
One time at the single star standing in that velvet black sky, piercing your
Hardest heart to bleed one single drop of blood, do not cry, the rain falls
Cleanses and performs a rebirth of spirit, it has never rested in
Lies, unclean words of intent, "he said she said" promises that
Never came to pass, for if you love her then why did she go and
If she shook when you forced her away from "the man you are"
Did you expect her to remain, just to prove that she could suffer, or
Was loving her and making her happy just foreign, a language you cannot
Speak, a tongue of weakness (only to you) that would change life from
Isolated misery to rainbows, warm sunshine, days spent till the end with
Happiness the victor, the norm, the bed of wild daisies spread like fresh
Linen upon the bed, the mattress of life was far too comfortable, to stay
You left her even though you stayed here, you pushed her out
Blaming her for years before, years to come, and the present day
Blacked out, burned to the crisp, lost in the morning light and
The trials of our parents became the nightmares of our day
It is so, even now as the decision is made (through your anger) for her
To not be a part of you, to have rules that even prisoners could not obey
She is but a small, frail wisp of life remaining, she held onto a love so
Great, so true, that even now it sickens her body and her intellect to turn
Sadly, and like a graceful butterfly lift herself from the wreckage and move
Out into a world with no home, no place to rest, where soon she might die
She is surgically extracted from your heart, the scar will be faint
You won't remember her name, the years, or even the few days you
Knew for certain this was the one love blessed by God who is
All powerful, so what you say, so what, and you are mad at the world
Do you think I do not know, how it feels, to fight those demons twisting inside
Beating the good to black, and drying the soil of the earth to a fire that burns
Never heals the wounds inflicted, never to sleep or rest, to awaken lost in a
World with no map, and the people never hearing the truth around you, for
It is not truth, it is the self made lie, and there is LIFE (made to be lived)
The last breath of air I take is clean, for I give up, the child waves good bye..
I love you...
But who is that man screaming at me?
He hates me, a stranger...
He said leave, go, someone did...
Gone...she does not cry...
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 10th, 2007
The words etched on notebook paper, black ink, neatly printed, no diversion
From the choice to "speak to you" just one last time, the loud screaming is
Silent, the choice to unfold the paper and read my thoughts, without my
Presence is yours, and even if you put it aside, lock it in the gun safe it is
Said from a heart that has died a thousand times, struggling with hate as
The response when love is given freely, with innocence, for none here are
Perfect, without fault, defect, moments of uncertainty, and
Time is not only short but precious, and the single bird that
Sang her last song, merrily in the meadow, the flood entrenched
Grass pulling her legs down in mud, spinning her wheels alone
She went a route most traveled and old, a trip she did not want to make
Excuses are like confetti falling down in a blizzard of endless pain, the
Football field is barren, the last game played, the season over, and now
Alone in the stands pacing back and forth you stop, just to stare upward
One time at the single star standing in that velvet black sky, piercing your
Hardest heart to bleed one single drop of blood, do not cry, the rain falls
Cleanses and performs a rebirth of spirit, it has never rested in
Lies, unclean words of intent, "he said she said" promises that
Never came to pass, for if you love her then why did she go and
If she shook when you forced her away from "the man you are"
Did you expect her to remain, just to prove that she could suffer, or
Was loving her and making her happy just foreign, a language you cannot
Speak, a tongue of weakness (only to you) that would change life from
Isolated misery to rainbows, warm sunshine, days spent till the end with
Happiness the victor, the norm, the bed of wild daisies spread like fresh
Linen upon the bed, the mattress of life was far too comfortable, to stay
You left her even though you stayed here, you pushed her out
Blaming her for years before, years to come, and the present day
Blacked out, burned to the crisp, lost in the morning light and
The trials of our parents became the nightmares of our day
It is so, even now as the decision is made (through your anger) for her
To not be a part of you, to have rules that even prisoners could not obey
She is but a small, frail wisp of life remaining, she held onto a love so
Great, so true, that even now it sickens her body and her intellect to turn
Sadly, and like a graceful butterfly lift herself from the wreckage and move
Out into a world with no home, no place to rest, where soon she might die
She is surgically extracted from your heart, the scar will be faint
You won't remember her name, the years, or even the few days you
Knew for certain this was the one love blessed by God who is
All powerful, so what you say, so what, and you are mad at the world
Do you think I do not know, how it feels, to fight those demons twisting inside
Beating the good to black, and drying the soil of the earth to a fire that burns
Never heals the wounds inflicted, never to sleep or rest, to awaken lost in a
World with no map, and the people never hearing the truth around you, for
It is not truth, it is the self made lie, and there is LIFE (made to be lived)
The last breath of air I take is clean, for I give up, the child waves good bye..
I love you...
But who is that man screaming at me?
He hates me, a stranger...
He said leave, go, someone did...
Gone...she does not cry...
Monday, January 08, 2007
In the Night
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 8th, 2007
It was dim, grey, and the snow cloud proffered flakes of diamond ice, today
Did turn into night without asking for dinner, and the fresh baked apple pie
Sits on the counter top, untouched, still fragrant and warm, inviting just one
Vanilla scoop of ice cream to sit and melt upon her, that winter wind is blowing
A gust from the east, and the humidity drops rapidly, the forecast of a blizzard
Causes no response, they sit huddled, tired in front of the television, the news
Changes little, war, national debt, and terrorism are as common
As a roll of white toilet paper, rolling endlessly to the cardboard roll to
Remain on the hook, unused, wasted, and a task of the endurance
Bodily function, what this last breath of air must mean to the dying?
Child dream, a mere fantasy, those half used crayons are lovingly left
Rolling off the kitchen table; scarred wood bearing years of children
Coloring, playing, baking cookies with mother, and the smell of Sunday
Dinner leaves your heart beating a bit fast, stomach growling to ask for
More, and that walk around the block is enough to make you wish for
A snack, a cold drink (or hot chocolate), and that furry friend waits to
Catch crumbs from your dinner, or better yet your ice cream dish
The stars are brilliant they have seen summer, winter, and the
In between seasons of fall and spring, with heavy uncertain rains
Temperature changes, high then low, and some hail at times
Ice skating in the city, dressed in brilliant red wool, cheeks flushed legs
Sore and muscles burning, those white socks are just not warm enough
Falling on your rump (just one more time) brings laughter, a sense of one
As the two of you hold hands, and round the rink, appearing to others so
Rhythmic, and yet you hold on for dear life, care not who sees you fall
The moon is a dim flashlight bulb, burning through the snow clouds ahead
Be there for the picnic, bring soda, and ice, plenty of ice
Who cooked the baked beans, fried chicken, this simple feast is
Enough to feed a King's army, and yet in this shady place a
Rowboat on the pond beckons, the words "I do" seem commonplace
To begin the day the sun must rise, with or without your permission and
Whether or not you slept enough, were restless, had nightmares or
Fragmented pieces of dream, come to life as events remembered the
Years, are kind enough to surface like minnows in the pond, in a school
Together swimming, teaming, diving deeper until the surface is calm
Quiet, "what were we doing anyhow" and you take pride in being alive
Graduation day comes, each day, there are 24 hours to come
Full circle, to practice your lessons (in life), and be kind to another
To speak publicly with concern, truth, and humble quiet there is no
Final exam, yet your diploma waits if you accept it from He who saves
Did I drive this distance alone, several nights before Christmas, there is
No snow here, and the interstate is less crowded than anticipated and
The numbness and nausea are less prevalent, as the cars zoom by and
Truckers speed into the left lane ending their runs to be with a loved one
For the day, the night (in the night) and the moon is shining and the
Season is warm this year, if you did not know or remember where you are
Then you are here (with me) and whether you smile or cry you
"Are" the wonderful being created in great and unconditional love
By the Higher Power they speak of who made all of us, great and
Small, happy and sad, and certainly the innocent children who are
All there is to go beyond our legacy, to wipe our tired brow when the day
Comes, to assure us that they will help us see, walk, and be free of harm
Can we believe (yes we must), can we trust (yes we can), can we love
As children do with innocence, great intensity, endurance and of course
With "forever" for today is the beginning and the end, the high and the low
In the night a rose blooms, blushes pink, so pale as lips on a spring night...
Just one kiss, there is love..
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 8th, 2007
It was dim, grey, and the snow cloud proffered flakes of diamond ice, today
Did turn into night without asking for dinner, and the fresh baked apple pie
Sits on the counter top, untouched, still fragrant and warm, inviting just one
Vanilla scoop of ice cream to sit and melt upon her, that winter wind is blowing
A gust from the east, and the humidity drops rapidly, the forecast of a blizzard
Causes no response, they sit huddled, tired in front of the television, the news
Changes little, war, national debt, and terrorism are as common
As a roll of white toilet paper, rolling endlessly to the cardboard roll to
Remain on the hook, unused, wasted, and a task of the endurance
Bodily function, what this last breath of air must mean to the dying?
Child dream, a mere fantasy, those half used crayons are lovingly left
Rolling off the kitchen table; scarred wood bearing years of children
Coloring, playing, baking cookies with mother, and the smell of Sunday
Dinner leaves your heart beating a bit fast, stomach growling to ask for
More, and that walk around the block is enough to make you wish for
A snack, a cold drink (or hot chocolate), and that furry friend waits to
Catch crumbs from your dinner, or better yet your ice cream dish
The stars are brilliant they have seen summer, winter, and the
In between seasons of fall and spring, with heavy uncertain rains
Temperature changes, high then low, and some hail at times
Ice skating in the city, dressed in brilliant red wool, cheeks flushed legs
Sore and muscles burning, those white socks are just not warm enough
Falling on your rump (just one more time) brings laughter, a sense of one
As the two of you hold hands, and round the rink, appearing to others so
Rhythmic, and yet you hold on for dear life, care not who sees you fall
The moon is a dim flashlight bulb, burning through the snow clouds ahead
Be there for the picnic, bring soda, and ice, plenty of ice
Who cooked the baked beans, fried chicken, this simple feast is
Enough to feed a King's army, and yet in this shady place a
Rowboat on the pond beckons, the words "I do" seem commonplace
To begin the day the sun must rise, with or without your permission and
Whether or not you slept enough, were restless, had nightmares or
Fragmented pieces of dream, come to life as events remembered the
Years, are kind enough to surface like minnows in the pond, in a school
Together swimming, teaming, diving deeper until the surface is calm
Quiet, "what were we doing anyhow" and you take pride in being alive
Graduation day comes, each day, there are 24 hours to come
Full circle, to practice your lessons (in life), and be kind to another
To speak publicly with concern, truth, and humble quiet there is no
Final exam, yet your diploma waits if you accept it from He who saves
Did I drive this distance alone, several nights before Christmas, there is
No snow here, and the interstate is less crowded than anticipated and
The numbness and nausea are less prevalent, as the cars zoom by and
Truckers speed into the left lane ending their runs to be with a loved one
For the day, the night (in the night) and the moon is shining and the
Season is warm this year, if you did not know or remember where you are
Then you are here (with me) and whether you smile or cry you
"Are" the wonderful being created in great and unconditional love
By the Higher Power they speak of who made all of us, great and
Small, happy and sad, and certainly the innocent children who are
All there is to go beyond our legacy, to wipe our tired brow when the day
Comes, to assure us that they will help us see, walk, and be free of harm
Can we believe (yes we must), can we trust (yes we can), can we love
As children do with innocence, great intensity, endurance and of course
With "forever" for today is the beginning and the end, the high and the low
In the night a rose blooms, blushes pink, so pale as lips on a spring night...
Just one kiss, there is love..
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