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Welcome
to my creative expression pages. This is a sample of some of my own amateur
poetry. I also have pages dedicated to vistor's works and short stories.
Please feel free to email me if you have work you would like to share.
God's Face There are Catholics, Hindus, Wiccans, and Jews, Protestants, and Muslims just to name a few. Throughout time religions have come and gone, but Man keeps looking for that which made life dawn. Men keep battling over whose view is right covering the goodness of faith with the blackness of night. Were they taught only of a God of hate? Did their religious leaders on this concentrate? So your neighbor has beliefs different from you. Will you condemn him simply for his religious view? Am I a bad person for the circle within I sit? Are you so perfect you cannot accept it? Or can you learn to love and not fear? Understanding only takes time and a willingness to hear. Can you put your fear or hate into God's hands Do you think without it alone you will stand? Isn't your God with you all through your life; in times of great joy or sorrow and strife? The man next to you at temple or in the pew, is his vision of god the same as your view? It's a personal thing; YOUR religion, YOUR faith. Each of us seeing all God's different traits. No one is right or wrong; not you, not me. In great wisdom: God has many faces so all of us can see. Raven Blues5/20/99
Drip, Drip, Drip
Drip,
drip, drip, Drip,
drip, drip Drip,
drip, drip, -Raven Blues
No Longer Alone Alone
in the darkness Alone
in the darkness Alone
in the darkness Alone
in the darkness For in this darkness I am no longer alone. -Raven Blues
Green The
birds gather around the last of winter's snow You
sing to me as they pick, poke, and peck The
beauty of the lush green grass hidden for so long I can
feel them pecking and prodding trying to break the skin The
cold has kept me safe snow kept me covered The
sun slowly dips over the horizon finally out of sight -Raven
Blues
I Know
This
Maiden in distress did call out to him I know
about sorrow The
knight has come into her life I know
about joy Together
they dance in the light of the stars I know
about love -Raven Blues
The Game I wrote this for my friend to give to someone special. Stella, I hope you don't mind me sharing it.
In your eyes I see the promise of a beginning, In your words I hear the whisper of tomorrow, In your arms I feel the heat of yesterday... How can I tell you what you mean to me when you mean so much? I feel your touch and yet you are not here. I see your face even though you are a world away. You are the sword that has penetrated my armor and caused me to feel things that I had never thought possible. Your hands have healed my deepest wounds with the slightest touch. The wheel has spun me in a direction over which I have no control. I am but a pawn in it's game which has yet to be played out. You are not my opponent or adversary, I do not wish to be enemies, and yet at each turn I face you not knowing how your next move shall effect me. Will you strike me with a blow not caring how I shall face the aftermath? Or shall you caress me with just a word spoken from you heart? Shall we continue to play or is the game over before it has begun? You ask me to tell you how I feel but these feelings encompass all that I am, all that I was, and hopefully all that I shall be. Raven Blues
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My
Poetry Page One My Poetry Page Two My
Poetry Page Three Short Stories
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