Walk among the wire
The dew in early light

Dance into the fire
The amber's bleed the night

Cross your given ties
A speech not wanting words

Dive into the work that's shown here this day,
relax your nerves, while I soothe a corner for

Peace
Thank you for your staying awhile!!
Fin

11-12-06

GONE

Thinking

Of the day when

I've gone. . .bye

Hoping all goes

Well

 For those

Left behind

Wanting them to

Remember, the

Things I 've done

Silly, funny, weird,

All under this planet's

Sun

They view the good, I 

Have tried to be

Stay near my loves

Forgiveness will be

Much in pain I would

Not want to

Leave

A legacy worth's,

Watching them do their

Own thing

Ideas and values,

Morals and decency. . .

I've  given 

Looking down in wonder,

With tears of joy,
How well they'll be living

Fin 

January 23, 2010

WAVE IN

Screaming. . .

Inside, dealing with 

So much

My head, this mind

Explodes

None listens

Invisible

They don's see

This side I 

Cover

My hopes-the Down

Slide I am given

Fin

Written By XELain

January 18, 2010

NUMB

Thoughts fly in turmoil
Don't understand why the bottom line matters
Being evicted in 30 days
This reality I must ponder


These creatures know I am disabled
They know I cannot walk
This paper delivered yesterday
Makes me numb in emotion's thought


I have no cash to move
My accounts lives in the negatives
Wanted to explain & beg a few
My fears is there will be nothing to gain
So i said to myself, "forget it!"


Trying to stay optimistic
Scared of my own views in fear
Fighting the negative in me
Giving myself a release on this blog, here

Pray for my daughter and I
Making calls and hoping
That everything will be alright
And all will be clearly unwarranted

Need to move the paper states- not wanted
At the address of 15 years
Don't know if it's for the best
Since money is needed
To move away "to a better place?'

Fin
September 30, 2009

VAPORED DISTORTIONS

Trickling on the stone of a thickened glow,
I accumulate my conscience, as a true, solid closing
My resident of silence is definitely sealed to the temptations of my welcome r's, relief

My disobedient memory within reckless living, is a false sighting to my thoughts
I make a shimmer upon my hardened granite, as I blissfully reclaim,
the aromas of my fantasy

My presence of a scented rose, has decorated my reasons in dew
The hopeful petals, engrossing me in the touching of days in my own wonderland
Their schemes are full of insanity, and I am constantly pulled within their diet

To remain would be a blessing of false possibilities and leaving would be the better achievement. Any remorse would be dealt with... accordingly...
Fin

11-21-96