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SOME POETRY:
ODE TO B****

i feel him-
his every move is my dream-
his eyes move-
soon theyre directed at me-
what can i do?
he makes me want to cry
as the breeze
blows his hair out of his face-
drawing me-
pulling me toward him-
does he notice?
i wonder i he sees me,
and if he does-
he handles it oh so cool...
will i get him?
the doubts hang above my head-
my hearts with him,
if he takes it, i dont know-
i am his whether he is mine or not...
forever.




MY MASKS

what do u see when u see me?
i let u see what u wanna see.
for every person theres a mask,
no one knows who i am, but no one asks.
and since i must go on pretending,
all my masks are never ending.
i make believe that im all right,
so that no one sees the tears i fight.
if i look sad just wait a while-
ill find a mask that has a smile.
and if my frown will fade away,
i know everything will be ok.
just go on thinking life is good,
and your life will go on just as it should.
but all the feelings u dont see,
are deeply hidden inside me.
were all so busy with our lives,
we dont see who dies and who survives.
you close your eyes to what is real,
so no one sees the things u feel.
Switch your mind to happy things,
Just dont think of what tomorrow brings.



WHAT I SEE

i see your soul,
i read your eyes,
i feel your mind,
i know your lies.

you say u care,
you lure me in,
you make me crave
your silly grin.

but its all fake,
i know that now,
but i believed-
i wonder how.

now ive grown up,
and seen the truth,
it chockes my heart
like realities noose.




ARCHANGEL

i am exposed-
naked to ur eyes.
my white translucent skin
lets u see right through me.
oh my sweet angel!-
take me and bury me
in ur feilds of clouds.
hide me from the world,
and all the evil it contains.
as long as u are near me
i will feel no pain isnide.
you are my security,
and i need u here with me.
i need to be with u,
somewhere far away from here.
you are my one my only,
there is nothing else i need,
just u here beside me.
there is nothing without u,
my love for u goes on and on,
i love u always and forever,
till eternity is gone.
you are and always will be...

My Archangel.




A touch.
 By: Daniel Stock

Soft thoughts of you echo through my mind,
Constantly I ache to feel your touch.
A heart lies cradled in your hands, yours in mine.
Soft whispers and hidden smiles reveal more then words.

Snuggled deep within lies that which remains unspoken,
the ties of the heart are those that bind us.
Thoughts of a smile, a touch, or a gentle kiss drag my
mind from the sullen reality from that which my dream grows.

Hiding softly in the mist I see my angel,
My soft touch, becons her forth,
bringing onto me a joy that, which has remained hidden.
and lifts the soul with my angel.

Mere words from thy lips engulf my senses,
and tempt me to shy from this place.
I see the fires burning inside you, and the embers tingling me.
When your touch soften's the heart and soothes the soul.

A gentle caress sets me a flame,
yet a joyful smile feeds my soul.
In you I find a peace, from which my body wishes no end.
And my mind replays onto itself to finish me as a whole.




As I read the poetry I felt
So inferior.
I looked to my own
With a look of pitiful shame.
I remember blushing,
Trying to cover up my own
Self-disgust.
I know they could tell…
I didn’t care anymore.

And even now, as I write this down,
I can see the innocence and lack of
Experience in this bullshit.

I try to know what I am talking about,
But I look around and realize that I’m just a kid-
Trying WAY too hard to be grown up, like all the
‘cool’ kids…

As I listen to my Pink Floyd CD-
it makes me all the more depressed…

I don’t even know why.
Maybe I’m not even depressed.
I don’t really give a f*ck…
I’m so childish anyway.

I fall in love with the make-up I wear,

I say I love myself,
but I don’t know who ‘myself’ is anymore.
I’m a poser and a sellout,
I’m a queer and an outkast,
I’m a lover and a hater.

This cliché I call my life
Disgusts me, and makes me ill…
Almost as much as this load of crap I’m writing now.

Like I care---but I know I do.
So much it shows, and I know it.

And I’ll probably read this poem,
Or whatever it is, and feel the fake pride,
Even just for a moment.
Feel cool for a moment in time.
That’s what it’s all about.

THIS IS THE BOZ LERMAN SUNSCREEN THING...I LOVE IT:

BOZ LERMAN ADDRESSES THE GRADUATING CLASS OF 1997 at MIT:
"Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97...
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind.
You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen."



AND NOW FOR A FEW OF MY FAVE QOUTES:

"Doubt everything. Find your own light"
-Last words of Gotama Buddha, in Therava tradition.

"there has never been a good war or bad peace."
-Ben Franklin

"I disapprove of what you say, but i will defend to the death your right to say it."
-Voltaire

"There was a time when religion ruled the world. It is known as the DARK AGES"
-Ruth Green

"Christ died for our sins. Dare we make his martyrdom meaningless by not committing them?"
-Jules Feiffer

"THERE'S A LADY WHO'S SURE, ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GOLD, AND SHE'S BUYING A STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN..."
-LED ZEPPELIN


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