Thursday, June 29, 2006
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Monday, June 26, 2006
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
i lose me
i lose me in the music
to run from all the hurt
i lose me in the liquid
with whose dangers i
sometimes flirt
i lose me in each chorus
each note, each harmony
i lose me in an empty glass
from myself i want to flee
Monday, June 19, 2006
meaning less
she felt she was so meaning less
why that was so noone could guess
she yearned to be so meaning more
to be loved. to matter. to be adored
Sunday, June 18, 2006
her life
her life is a two dimensional charade
hurt and pain in cavalcade
disappointments running wild
too much for this aching child
gaping hole noone can see
behind the smile she gives freely
those who hold her do not know
she cannot stay much longer though
searching for a way to fill the space
that lives behind her gentle face
Friday, June 16, 2006
Monday, June 12, 2006
Friday, June 9, 2006
Thursday, June 8, 2006
Wednesday, June 7, 2006
summer rain
droplets dancing on the shelf
water in the sky
falling gently, like myself
and i wonder why
the summer rain
leaves on the trees
caress me with
your tender breeze
Monday, June 5, 2006
the little girl
the little girl sat
lost in the past
too much pain
nothing to last
hoping that tomorrow
wont be replete
with yesterdays sorrows
in repeat
Thursday, June 1, 2006
they sat
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About Me
- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings