[s]Goal: 100,000 New Goal: 200,000[/s] New Goal: 250.000

[mmeeshal]

To change the tune I softly sing

A melody of fading chimes

My breath must flow, my voice must wing

Away into the farthest climes

[mmeeshal]

To find the feelings needed most

To fuel the pow'r of haunting sound

To call your name as wraith or ghost

And reach you with a grasp profound

[mmeeshal]

Thus it returns to place in me

The many threads of woven song

A fabric made of mystery

To match my voicing, clear and strong

[mmeeshal]

And that's the end of that particular theme.

[mmeeshal]

Let us all press on for 22K...

[mmeeshal]

All one of me.

[mmeeshal]

Alas, the labors of my soul

Are buried

By the very spam

They strove to support

[mmeeshal]

Should I paint my thoughts on a canvas of paper

For myself alone?

What are they to me,

For I know them all

And none is secret?

[mmeeshal]

If I can reach but one soul

With the words my heart bids me say

That is a glad, glad day.

[mmeeshal]

*steals some Sara Teasdale for a bit*

 

I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon,

Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

[mmeeshal]

*just cos I love this poem*

 

You love me, and I find you still

A spirit beautiful and bright,

Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in light.

[mmeeshal]

*and the choral piece that this poem inspired and is set to by Z. Randall Stroope is simply gorgeous*

 

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in a rushing wind.

[mmeeshal]

We sang it in choir one year.... Lovely.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DchuKACocgQ

[mmeeshal]

Anyway...

 

If I could touch someone

The way others have touched me

That is the desire of my soul

My heart

My deepest being

[mmeeshal]

To love, to cherish, to nurture

To aid, to help to grow

To be the one who understands

[mmeeshal]

I strive to be this:

The one that can be turned to

When all else is dark

And uncertain.

[mmeeshal]

To this end I write

My pen to paper, my hands to keys

Unleash the torrent of me that flows

To show the world I am

What I am

And made of all the things

That other people fight

In their darkest beings

In their blackest nights

I know it, and you are not alone

[mmeeshal]

Ahh, a sweet tangent that may be

To discuss my love for poetry

And why I write for all to see

Once started on a thinking spree

[mmeeshal]

And now I'll start to rein it in

And slowly start to tone it down

My time is nearly up and then

For hours I'll not be around.

[mmeeshal]

Just six more posts in this dear thread

To reach a milestone tonight

Well, morning; I should be in bed

But I will sleep before first light.

[mmeeshal]

In 3-ish hours, or 4, mayhaps

The sun will rise, and I'll ignore

The light seeping through the cracks

Of my windows, and my door

[mmeeshal]

Unless the cycle has begun

Of which I've prayed to be exempt

I wouldn't sleep until it's done

For wakefulness, I'd feel contempt

[mmeeshal]

I fear that this may be the case

But I have methods to combat it

Maybe they will win the race

And I will sleep, a dreaming addict

[mmeeshal]

Before I go, I wish to say

If you've enjoyed the poems you see

Then please, oh, please, go back a page

Which has wonderful effort for you from me.

[mmeeshal]

Goodnight, my someone, goodnight, my love....

 

Sleep tight, my someone, sleep tight, my love

 

BLAH BLAH BLAH

 

GOOD NIGHT, GOOD NIGHT!!