When it happens for the first time
its so real.
It becomes repetive and slow
the same.
Repeating will make you believe?
No.
I become wary. I become nervous.
I think
you are who
You say you are.

Answering lies with lies.
I lie too
Lying about
who you are...where you are...what you do...what you stand for
I do not appriciate lies
I do not appriciate repetition
I want real.
I want truth.
I know what I want.
And its not you.
Anymore.

Vivien

Like a circle in the sand, my life is a cycle.
Birth, life, love, death, rebirth, life... love.

Oh, but how much sweeter it is the second time around.
But can I do it?
To slip from one man's arms to another's.

I am surely not made for such casual affairs.
Yet how can I deny what I feel, what I've felt you feel.

There's nothing casual in human emotion.
How can I deny the passion ripping through me, straight from my soul, when your lips claim mine.

May 12, 2007 (The Guardian / Gavin Bell) -- Mati the blacksmith was worried. A Romanian gypsy, he was usually in lively good humour, but today he was distraught. Recently men from a television company had come to his village, offering to install satellite dishes for free, and his daughter had taken one. Now he had been sent a bill for renting it, and he didn't have the money - or a television. His daughter had gone to work in Hungary and taken it with her. So he feared the worst. Would the police take him to prison?

The music of Reginald Clarke's intonation captivated every ear. Voluptuously, in measured cadence, it rose and fell; now full and strong like the sound of an organ, now soft and clear like the tinkling of bells. His voice detracted by its very tunefulness from what he said. The powerful spell charmed even Ernest's accustomed ear.

Me
not the mask but-
the one behind it.
The one always searching,
seeking,
for answers too eluding,
escaping,
seeping through the cracks-
of consiousness and into-
my being.
Me
I am not the mask but-
the person behind it.
I have feelings,
thoughts,
expressions-
words.
I am me.
Not a doll but-
Me.

Raevynn
January 28, 2002