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Families

The families are gone and the children have no hope...They wander though the wilderness with a blind fold and there is no one to lead them though the darkeness...The evils surround them on all sides while they believe they are safe...They think they are learning and know all , but there minds are thick with fog...The few who can help continue to turn there backs caught up in a world of greed and selfishness...The mistakes of the elders is magnified by the would be students and I sit back and cry cause my child is younger then the rest.

Count Gator
03.16.01
(c) 2001, Walter H. Lange

Again

As I saw her walk into the room, The breeze from her perfume set me on fire...I remembered that look on her face, her beauty was like a warm spring day...As she came closer my skin felt like a mountain range...I saw in her eyes the pains of the past and it made me remember mine...Are souls are the same, full of pain and passion. My nerves were shot sitting there next to her and I new not what to say...I could sense she felt the same...I wonder if I can take a chance on a new life and if she feels the same...The past has left scars like trees with broken limbs...We have alot in common and we now each other well , but is it enough to consume the pains that are at the root of ours souls from the past...

Count Gator
10:59 am
03.16.01
(c) 2001, Walter H. Lange

Thief

She came like a thief in the night and lead me away from reality...I yearned for her like a sailor longs for the sea...I believed her every word...when she is there nothing can invade her space....She came like a thief in the night and stole my very soul....I feel like my heart is burning with desire for her....I know I should be careful for I do not know her that well...She came like a thief in the night and stole my emotions and then she was gone.

Count Gator
2:23 pm
03.16.01
(c) 2001, Walter H. Lange

The darkness

I walk in the darkness with no reasoning, looking for something that I believe exists...The moon casts a bright ray of loveliness on everything real and unreal...I here noizes that are all about...I venture foward thinking of your beauty, smiling as I continue on into the unknown... I stumble on my thoughts not nowing if my existance is important to you...I feel like the night, empty and dark....The only thing of importance is you....I lay under the stars in the grass and look up to the black sky...There the stars seem to draw a picture of your face shining ever so bright....I know that if I look away you will be gone ....If you are out there and can here me if I scream... All you will here is I love you...

Count Gator
03.14.01
4:50 pm
(c) 2001, Walter H. Lange

Shock

With the morning comes the shock of Reality...I can't believe I am alone after the nights dream...You were there Laughing and Smiling and now I sit here awake in my bed with an empty heart and a frown....Life is full of shocking reals and unreals...The problem is telling them apart...You strive for happiness just to obtain sorrows...When you are born in to this world, you are just a screaming child and though out your life the screaming seems to never stop...The only difference is the screaming is a sound from with in your soul that some times remains quite so only you can here...I look around the room one last time but, it was sure a dream...I sometimes wonder if its punishment for my mistakes when I made other people scream...

Count Gator
9:40 am
03.10.01
(c) 2001, Walter H. Lange

When the Night ends


On this old country road I walk dreaming... A car comes over the hill and the headlights bring me back to reality... They blind me like my love for you..As the Car passes, So does the noise and then it is silent again...The night is on fire from the light of the full moon...The night with all its serenity reminds me of the serene look on you face as I kiss your forhead...I wish you would be over the next hill that I climb but, There is nothing there but blackness sparkling in the Moons glow...What are you doing that effects me so...I can not pin point what makes me love you so...Is it that unseen smile or that unheard giggle...

Whatever it is the darkness that I feel will soon end when I see the sun in your eyes when we meet for the first time...

Count Gator
10:38 pm
03.09.01
(c) 2001, Walter H. Lange

Wind

The wind is blowing hard though my skin by the river...You are on the otherside...I can see you and the wind carries your scent skipping to me like a rock...The moon is reflecting off your eyes like a stobe...An alarm is going off in my body and it's sending shivers of love though out...My desires are blowing like the wind...The crickets are chirping a song that I have never heard...My heart pounds like it will leap from my body...Your eyes glow like that of a wolf howling under the moon...I search for for the bridge that will carry me to you...but there is nothing but the wind...the water...the moon...and a refection of you in the water larger than life...I want to ride the wind like a horse with wings and carry you off to a calm place called eternal love...

Count Gator
03.08.01
7:24 pm
(c) 2001, Walter H. Lange

Fool

With you next to me my life has meaning like no other..Your lips kissing my forehead are soft as a new born infant...With your hair running though my fingers my eyes go closed and I try to become one with your soul...The thought of loosing you crosses my mind and I try to think of something else...I continue forward with no malice...I must let you be who you are but the fear of loosing you overwhelms me...

I forget the thoughs and return to reality. I have to enjoy the time of the present ..What the future holds is unclear almost as my mistakes in the past...I will not interfere...I must not interfere...true love prevales over all things and if your love is true and I act not as a fool I will never loose you.

Count Gator
7:49 pm
03.08.01
(c) 2001, Walter H. Lange

Spring Love

I feel the warm air of the new spring rushing over me and the feeling I have felt before....It has my mind wandering as I try to pin point this time....I give to the feeling and venture in to the bright heat of the sun....I look at the new sprouts upon the tree limbs and again it resembles something else...I look to the sky and a first Robin of the year circles above as it homes in on a branch sutible to find rest.... As the day draws to an end, I sit in the yard....The sun as it sets is shrouded in red signaling another day of the same....I return to the house and you meet me at the door....I feel that warmth from the new spring rushing all over my body....I remember my first blossoms of love for you like it was yesterday....I grab you in my arms and I rest my soul in your imbrace like the Robin on the limb.,,,,I kiss you and my vision turns to red to signal another day of the same...

Countgator
10:37 pm
03.11.01
(c) 2001, Walter H. Lange

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