Where I Now Stand -- AngelOFires ****One Hit Wonder****

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Date Posted: 08:36:10 10/16/01 Tue
Author: Lori S. Maynard
Subject: Where I Now Stand

There's soon to be an armageddon in my heart.
I can feel the tension as my nerves rip wide apart.
I don't think that my tender skin would call the victory,
so I'm going to rest a while and rethink life's tendecies.

Costumes run too wild amid our culture's lines.
I don't want to join a society where they guess all that's mine.
Day dreams are flammable in the eyes of this old world.
Someone held a light to my inspirations till my inner being unfurled.

I know what you are thinking now, I have a deliberate flaw.
That I cast this upon myself to escape the heart's only law.
To think and feel are somethings that not everyone can take.
I must walk away now, before my fragile heart does break.

This poem serves as the last supper before I discover new trails.
I am tired of waiting for something, I'm tired cause I always fail.
I cannot write of the light of life, nor of the colors of death.
I cannot write for anyone, this poet's just out of breath.

You could prescribe shock therapy and I simply would not go.
You could call me a mighty Oak, and then I'd refuse to grow.
I treasure words of every kind, and that treasuring is now gone.
I must ramble on in my dark world, I must weep and carry on.

�October 16, 2001 Lori S. Maynard

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Re: Where I Now Stand -- cheyenne, 21:03:13 10/17/01 Wed