Sunday, April 23, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
the little girl
the little girl stood on the hill
the air was quiet, the night was still
torments around her outside in
she had to run
internal din
she found a place cushioned and warm
where she felt so far from harm
it was a lake so deep and black
as she dove in she did not look back
within the liquid artifice
lost alone a place like this
and everytime the anguish felt
in these toxic waters
she would melt
my friend
my friend today you're feeling bad
you're in my life im feeling glad
you lend support you're kind and true
wish the world had more like you
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Saturday, April 8, 2006
Monday, April 3, 2006
the antidote to the aforementioned human state
for those of us who dare to surmise
that this path is not too wise
who choose to walk with awkward gait
hoping it is not too late
as long as we can breathe and live
we can find what life has to give
open heart and open mind
forgetting bad was left behind
love of all things matters most
sad memories a forgotten ghost
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- 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