If I could write,
I'd write a poem,
About a life,
I wish I'd known.

Of children born,
And endless oceans,
Of sweet sunsets,
And mixed emotions.

Of times good and bad,
And youth long past,
Of loves old and new,
And shadows not yet cast.

©2000 Linke

Sylvia..

I star in a Play,
No one will see,
It doesn't exist,
except for me.

With reality,
I've lost my grip,
That downward spiral,
An endless trip.

I am insane,
I know that now,
The curtain calls,
And I take a bow.

©2000 Linke

Tenement child...

Weeping willow,
All alone,
Shining brightly,
In a field of stone.

...In danger,
Her future lies,
Each passing day,
Her spirit dies.

If only.....
Someone could,
Transplant that willow,
To the wood.

©2000 Linke

My silly old brain,
Like a runaway freight train,

Thoughts race by fast,
Your future, already my past,

Been there, thought that,
Attention span of a gnat,

Overwhelmed, no longer amused,
Underachieved, and quite confused,

Unable to explain,
My frustration and Pain,

I thought I was broken,
Until I had spoken,

To someone who knew,
What I was going through,

He said to me,
You have ADD,

So I'm no longer lazy,
Stupid and crazy,

Just driven to distraction,
By a brain seeking action.

©2000 Linke

When the moon is full, can you hear,
The same nature's music that fills my ear?

Will you dance at night,
In the warm starlight?

Come sit by the fire,
And share your heart's desire?

Can I do the same,
Without guilt or shame?

My dreams can I share,
Will you even care?

©2000 Linke

I am here but am not seen,
It's hard to explain just what I mean,
I have a voice, but am not heard,
I know you're saying that's absurd,
I feel as though I'm in another dimension,
To be seen and heard is my intention.

©2000 Linke

At the bottom of a hill,
Where they lost their will,
To work, and, love, and play,

Along came Athena,
Who built an arena,
Many demons did they slay,

But it was the ones inside,
They couldn't abide,
Hence the moral decay.

Down on society,
Righteousness, and piety,
They looked the other way.

To the sick and meek,
They turned their cheek,
And watched them die away.

©2000 Linke

You were given a chance,
To sing and dance,
But you threw it all away.

With evil you bring,
No songs to sing,
Taking the light from day.

So with a stammer,
And his mighty hammer,
He sent forth a display,

Of lightning and thunder,
Of such awe and wonder,
They didn't know what to say.

Torn asunder,
By the god of thunder,
The broken people lay.