Into Every Life
by Christopher

She looks into air, herself falling rain
Dripping coldness past, memories old pain.

Drops fall, the puddling her damp water-life.
Spiraling a mirror, self-lonely strife.

A sigh, one frown, crying soft saddened tears.
Storms of remember - through bleak yesteryear.

Clouds a-whorl, dark sky sheltering fair heart.
But how can she joy, while taking no part?

Cov'ring cold soul, corona of defense.
Defying the stab of her fate's intents.

This is madness, she thinks in plaintive cry.
I'm here, on the cusp, of lay down and die.

What my destiny, but an empty-off dream?
A plaything with which gods and angels scheme.

Am I doomed then to live, time never-free?
Subsumed wholly 'neath life's scattered debris?

Is justice, outside this torrential doubt?
Perhaps more than sorrow, painful fall-out?

Is love, perhaps, just a sliver of sun?
Shining through mists, revealing Avalon?

Personal paradise, which I can own,
Evoking happiness, hither unknown?

She raises from streets of lonely no more.
Light slicing through darkness, hopes washed ashore.

Her withered gait now straightening with pride.
She glides like an angel 'cross future's tide.

Belief in life renewed, no, only found.
Footsteps echoing, a cadence of sound.

Caressing the ground, sing the beat of her heart.
Into the sun seeking love's brand new start.

Unknown "paco' softpet" Ecstatic - 16 years, 1 month, 22 days ago

I Learn To Be Strong
by Felicia

Words of wisdom
come to my ears,
Telling me what I know in my heart,
But never wanted to hear.

With the truth finally said
and out in the open for me to plainly see,
I wonder why I can love so deeply
but never had that love returned back to me.

I confessed the feelings
that I held inside for so long,
But with his soft- hearted rejection,
I realize I have to be strong.

With tears that want to flow
from my eyes,
I feel that my heart,
along with my composure, slowly dies.

While this dramatic side is showing through
with my ability to question and reason,
I think I may have found
something in me that I can believe in.

Love hurts . . .
That's what they all say,
But I will love again
when all this pain and sorrow goes away.

So I sit and think of all the things
this situation has cost,
And I realize that nothing
very important has been lost.

Instead, a learning experience
has come from all this.
I've learned that hardly anything
is more important than my happiness.

Unknown "paco' softpet" Ecstatic - 16 years, 2 months, 6 days ago

God Gave Me An Angel
by Lisa Teller

God gave me an angel right here on earth,
She taught me my values and gave me self worth,
She guides me through life with her wisdom, God's light,
She steers me from wrong, and leads me toward right.

She stands by my side when things are rough,
She taught me in bad times we need to be tough.
She is there when I need her throughout all my years,
She laughed with me in happy times, and comforted my tears.

My angel on earth was sent from above,
God paid her not in wages, but with eternal love.
She has been my confidante, my rock, my protector,
And when God says her job is through, I know I won't forget her.

She need not a halo, or silken wings of grace,
For the glory of God's love shines upon her face.
My Guardian angel, can be replaced by no other,
She is gods gift to me - I call her my dear mother.

Unknown "paco' softpet" Ecstatic - 16 years, 2 months, 6 days ago

Fairies
by April Elizabeth

The moon has risen the sun has gone,
The fairies come out one by one.
The stars light their way through the weary night.
They must get prepared for their untimely flight.
The winter has come much too soon.
They must flee this night, by the light of the moon.

The days are cold, the nights just as bad.
The fairies have lost what they once had.
The warmth of the sun, the breeze of the night,
Now they are desperate, fleeing by flight.

Unknown "paco' softpet" Ecstatic - 16 years, 2 months, 6 days ago

Aphrodite

Aphrodite was the goddess of love and beauty; so there are many stories of her. She is known for her magic girdle that he who even speaks her name falls under her spell, and seems to glimpse her white shoulders and catch the pefume of her golden hair. And he loses his wits and begins to babble and tells the same story in many ways.

But all the tales agree that she is the goddess of desire, and, unlike other Olympians, is never distracted from her duties. Her work is her pleasure; her professions her hobby. She thinks of nothing but love, and nobody expects more of her.

Aphrodite was born when Cronos murdered his father Oranos and flung the body off Olympus into the sea. The body floated there, sprouted blood and seed which drifted, whitening in the sun. From the foam rose a tall beautiful maiden, naked and dripping. Waves attended her. Poseidon's white horses brought her to the island of Cythera. Wherever she stepped, the sand turned to grass and flowers bloomed. Then she went to Cyprus. Hillsides burst into flowers, and the air was full of birds.

Zeus brought her to Olympus still dripping from the sea. She wore nothing but the bright tunic of her hair, which fell to mid-thigh and was as yellow as the daffodils. She looked around the great throne room, where the gods were assembled to meet her, and laughed with joy.

Hera, looking at the beautiful maiden with jealousy demanded that Zeus marry her off at once. And Zeus complied, announcing "Brothers, sons, cousins, Aphrodite is to be married. She will choose her own husband. Step forward and make your suit."

The gods closed around her, shouting promises, pressing their claims. Earth-shaking Poseidon swung his mighty trident to clear a space about himself. "I claim you for the sea," he said, "You are sea-born, foam-born, and belong to me. I offer you grottoes, riddles, gems, fair surfaces, dark surroundings. I offer you drowned sailors, typhoons and sunsets. I offer you secrets. I offer you riches that the earth does not know-power more subtle, more fluid than the dull fixed land. Come with me, be queen of the sea."

He slammed his trident on the floor, and a huge green tidal wave swelled out of the sea-high as Olympus, curling its mighty green tongue as if to lick up the mountain-and poised there, quivering, not breaking, as the gods watched in awe. Then Poseidon raised his trident, and the mighty wave subsided like a ripple. He bowed to Aphrodite. She smiled at him, but said nothing.

Then the gods spoke in turn, offering her great gifts. Apollo offered her a throne and a crown made of hottest sun-gold, a golden chariot drawn by white swans, and the Muses for handmaids. Hermes offered to make her queen of the crossways where all must come-where she would hear every story, see every traveler, know each deed-a rich pagent of adventure and gossip so that she would never grow bored. Aphrodite smiled at Apollo and Hermes and made no answer.

Then Hera, scowling, reached out and dragged Hephaestus, the lame smith-god, from where he had been hiding behind the others, ashamed to be seen. And Hera hissed into his ear, "Speak, fool, say exactly what I told you to say."

He limped forward with great embarrassment and stood before the radiant goddess, eyes cast down, not daring to look at her. He said "I would make a good husband for a girl like you. I work late."

Aphrodite smiled. She said nothing, but put her finger under the chin of the grimy little smith, raised his face, leaned down, and kissed him upon the lips.

That night they were married. And at the wedding party she finally spoke-whispering to each of her suitors-telling each one when he might come with his gift.

Unknown "paco' softpet" Ecstatic - 16 years, 2 months, 9 days ago