| . Excerpted from the: The Little Red Book of Drivel SOUL ROT and Other Tales of Insane Relationships in the 3rd Millennium � 2001 All rights reserved |
| .I HOW do People Change... WHY don't they... Perhaps it's all just a Question of perspective. How Hard is Change? |
| . What Might Have Been In your Life??? What Could It Still Be? If you enjoy reading about Lives in different Forms of Relationships... you should BOOKMARK now. Stop back periodically to read new postings. |
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| The calendar years don't matter The minds were the same Decades and decades apart They may have been some Modifications� some temperance From experience� with pain With joy� with despair But mostly they were the same Ideas� hopes� voids� loves Avarice's� dislikes� longings Lusts� fears� distrusts Now they lay in bright white Lights� surrounded by people In white coats� covered in Clear tubes and whirring Machines dispensing liquids� Voices were attempting not To convey the inconvenience Of the intermittent alarms There was a vaguely familiar face A vaguely familiar voice and hand One that had been there Seemingly forever It was pleasant� familiar A background wallpaper� A static white noise as it Had been seemingly forever They knew there was an end Nearby� a resolution to the Path That had been set upon long ago They could feel it They wondered where the real Forks for the Path had been That ended now in this white They quietly wondered what other Paths there might have been Why they hadn't taken them Where else they may have ended |
| They wondered why� at the time The thought of experiencing a New Path made them uncomfortable Frightened� or was the lethargy for The known too strong to consider The unknown� the untried They wondered why they had been Like that� why the roads of new� Of discovery had been so difficult But now the white light was Changing in character The time available to wonder Ceasing They tried to explain to everyone From hindsight� why it was good To be a seeker� because then You were always a finder� A knower� But no one seemed to be listening And to be fair� they weren't sure If they were talking or just thinking And then they thought� perhaps For the first time in their very Short time here� "If only I would have� I wonder what would have happened�" And perhaps that's the moral Of everyone's story of life � If only I would have |
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| There Is an End to the Cycle of Each Life� There will be an end To your cycle. Consider considering Change... To your Life� your Loving� Your Intimate Friendships� Your Aliveness. There's a white light of sorts Waiting for You� for Everyone It's a short life� Regardless of the years. Enjoy it. |
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