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For Krystal By: Richard Davidson on 10/21/2001; 5:52 PM As life begins, we are free, and open A pure product of love The winds of the world blow freely through our young, untouched souls Slowly a wall is built Through pain and doubt And bad information As we grow, we are faced with choice after choice The road to wisdom The miles we travel seep slowly into our sad, weary hearts Over time we acquire Bitterness, glory Or some combination And where is love, in all our grand adventures? What voice is there That sings of all our promise as we lie down to sleep in a strange place? What price is paid To awaken in the morn Without a face upon my chest? In finding you, I've found the music soars Like breaking waves That pound away the layers of disappointment leaving a perfect heart Beating with precision Timed with one so true Held within your breast
RE: For Krystal By: Christa Sims on 9/30/2005; 6:42 PM This is a beautiful poem,no other way of saying it.I wish it had been written for me-do you think there's a chance you could change the title to"CHRISTA"?This might seem like a strange request,but let's be honest-there's no other way a midwife from East London is going to have a poem named after her ,is there?Anyway I think I'd better get back to Dreamworld ----.
RE: For Krystal By: Richard Davidson on 10/2/2005; 8:08 PM It would be wrong of me to do that, because the woman in this poem is now my wife. I think you'll find that a poem will be written about you, though. Be sure and spend your time with intelligent and decent men, and your chances will improve.
RE: For Krystal By: Christa Sims on 10/3/2005; 6:46 AM Thank you for your reply to my posting;you seem to have been the only person to notice my posting. For that I thank you.Re"intelligent and decent"men -I would like to think my husband is intelligent-he is an anthropology prof in a leading University,and decent-in our 7 years of marriage, he has never given me any reason to be angry, but poetry writing(something I find exciting), has never been his forte.However, after seeing my posting on your poem,he has now decided to try his hand at it.With seven years of intimate knowledge of the man, I have decided to hide his laptop to save my sanity.As someone with a very tenous grip on life and sanity, I have now decided that this is my best course of action.You are right though, it was a rather cheeky request,but in my defence all I say is, having less than a year to live makes you cheeky -you would not believe the things I come out with nowadays.For the greater good of humanity and as an act of total contrition,I shall now take myself outside and hang myself (shooting is too good for the likes of me). ps;I did try but the rope got tangled up in the process.Anyone with a gun out there?
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