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A Candle in the Wind - Like Bitter Candi
Perfectionism, procrastination, apathy, laziness, time limitations, poor health - whatever - There are untold reasons why we chose
not to begin our New projects, or why our New plans never materialize. It is also the reason
why we avoid developing friendships or why we do not strive
to enhance or improve existing relationships
Inhancement - or Improvement - always requires assessment first, then
establishing those qualities or areas which require modification or total elimination.
Change or improvement is not usually made in big quantum steps but rather making
small elemental modifications and applying them to a broader effort.
It is these small steps that are essential in any journey or undertaking, or in making our realationships successful ones.
Consider the following un-succesful outcome and ask yourself...."Is this what I want?" and then begin
the necessary steps to Becoming Your New real self and begin assessing and building
your New Real-Lationships
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Like A Candle in the Wind
by the newDreamaker
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In the silent night, overwhelmed by my own heartbeat loudly pounding in my ears,
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hidden from the world by the night and the falling star lites, I gaze passively from my bedroom |
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window down to the streets below, wondering where fate has taken you, or what person has |
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captured you, amourously chaining you to his or her lusts and wet desires and perhaps now |
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filling, at this exact moment, your empty harbour which until recently had been reserved for just |
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my sacred and empowering Ship. I am alone, and I weep to my self - quietly - internally - |
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allowing not a sign of emotion to breech from my stone and granitized contenance. I am not |
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afraid. I am in my protected chamber and I know no external harm will befall me, nor will any |
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anger cross my brow or drench my spirit giving me cause to think ill of you or the time we |
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spent together when we were in love, and then how you abandoned me for the 5th and final |
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time leaving me with so many unanswered questions, and how you ran leaving me with |
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nothing but the love stain on the blanket I now clutch and the wounds on my now hurting and |
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love raped heart. |
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I am on the brink of collapsing - at the point when a wave of water will pour from my internal sea |
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drowning me and my sorrows completely and leaving me drenched with emotion and unsatiated |
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desire - like a storm plummeting the sacred and delicate earth of paradise - a virgin land - knowing |
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not the power or fury of a wild and dangerous tempest - a babe in love - an infant longing for his |
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mothers clutch and the smell of her breath and skin -but victim only to the brutal forces of fate and |
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a womans confused and complexed questions of herself and of her emotions, |
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Why is this happening again - my aching heart and soul - clamouring for more light - more life - |
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more of your love... my addiction - my passion - my reason for being. |
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So many times the words of love were pressed against my heart and ears - and the brilliance of |
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your smile so delicately comforting me as I layed there naked to the universe and vulnerable to the |
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force and power of your might - but now only hear and echo hollow chords of half hearted notes and |
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distorted suggestions of forever and eternal love. |
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The empty meanings and the rotting threads of truth which for so long were attached to our hearts like |
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a rope securing a wild beast - ready to breakout - crushing those around it like a dangerous avalanche |
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of melted snow and broken earth. |
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You spoke so well - your nights of honest revalations and unbridled speeches - but they were just recorded |
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tapes spoken or recorded during previous walks through the alleys of hopes and dreams, and clouds of |
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unattainable desires. |
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They were not intended for me - nay - they were whimsical fantasys and false reflections of a time when |
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you were pure and innocent - when the moon was made of cheese and the easter bunny visited you in |
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the spring and the tooth fairy sang you back to sleep after awakening you from your enchanted dreams |
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of princess and Kings and queens and horses, and beautiful maidens. They were poisened words - like |
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a dagger hidden in the hat of seductress - or the razor hidden inside the sweet red apples which are |
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offered to the boy or girl on halloween - or the kiss of a lover after she had recently placed her mouth |
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around another mans penis or spoken the words of I love You to another as she secretly desired the |
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feel of another mans chest against hers. But you do not have any way of understanding any of my |
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thoughts now do you, because night is day for you and your day is night, and love to you is an empty |
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promise of tomorrow for todays gain and the next days abandoning justification. So your love is as a |
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hollow tree trunk supporting nothing but the false leaves which lay mottled and rotted on its once |
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youthful branches. A mere shadow - a skeleton - a book with no pages or an egg with no yoke.. You |
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are gone and I stand alone - again. |
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Oh this night - such a long night - cold and damp and purposeless... What has become of us... what |
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has become of you? What has become of our love? A faded light - a spent firework... like a candle |
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in the wind, so our love deminishes to nothing and falls silent, as I too fall to my bed, collapsing atop |
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my heap of lonely and cold blankets, dreamless pillows, and tear drenched sheets. I weep... and I |
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submit to the power of loneliness, heartache, and a restless sleep, longing for you. |
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