AllabanAnam

Take from it what you will. Interpret it for your own mind.

Proven once again I'm wrong Broken heart, broken song Trusted, fooled, given all Damned again as here I fall This is the end as my soul's done No more poetry, writing, stories, songs, the devils won Thought I had it, thought I'd found Love so true, no, stop, bury my heart, six feet?     No, to depths unknown, underground No hate, no malice, no room for anger Lost love, fooled love, relied on a stranger This, her, my heart is done Whatever game she played, she has won. No congratulations, nothing to say Nothing to do, just walk away.

Do not shed a tear for me That I now go alone I return to the wilds The sun now shall caress my face Branches shall hold my hands The wind will run her fingers through my hair The rustling trees whisper their love to me And only the cool spring water will feel my kiss And the dark shadows embrace me through the night Return me to my first love For she will never deny me The wilds are calling me She is calling me home

Pull this dagger from my heart This last love This lost love Return me to the wilds And let the balance of nature Heal the damage The pain The shattering That I never suspected From the one I love I was right She was the end of me The end of a part of me I will never see again

Do not think ill of me That I have not nor will not Be healed for some time You left a mark on my heart That I cannot forget Do not think ill of me That you still haunt my dreams As for a time, you were mine And in parting, I never wanted it to be Do not think ill of me That I lash out in pain It is simply, A reflection of how much You mean to me How deeply you affect my heart And my life Do not think ill of me That as I move on I pause from time to time Wishing your return For I never knew one like you before Who brought my heart back alive And though I desperately wanted to share it with you It is mine alone to

My Soul (Parts 1-6) 04/24/98 Misty cove and routed stave Morals done, I inner crave Sweet sweet singing in ethereal bliss Sinking my heart from stolen kiss Lashed out in rage I deemed to die Born and bled and watered, cry Dangling found, nothing known Tearing, tearing voices drone Keyed within agile creeds Crossed, bound, still unfreed Furrowed through a heart of field Yet no born love, does it yield 5/13/98 Deep within in my heart I bare Crevice longing, sadness there In tune to world, outward, behind Saddening strong, emotionally blind Craving inner truth and peace Before this soul, life, does cease Kindled flames do d