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Greg Bailey

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Goddess On The Mountaintop

by

Greg Bailey

Goddess on the mountaintop
Trembles staggers fearful of a drop
But she ofcourse is a goddess and she will never fall
That is, if she is a goddess at all
She doubts her powers
her foot slips in a sudden loss of prowess
"A simple stumble, nothing more"
but standing up straight is becomeing a chore
She wonders "If I fall, will I die?"
she looks into the suns bright eye
"Father please keep me up straight"
She pauses as if for an answer,she waits
She begins to doubt if he will answer
Wich is followed by a stumbling stagger
The pebbles fall, she hears a tap
She wonders if ever again she will be able to laugh
Thoughts cascade from her mind
Wretched and cunfused like one left w/ out a mind
She still awaits the answer from the sun
Hearing nothing she wonders,"Are my imorrtal days coming undone?"
She trips and falls. Down and down
Until her lifeless body hits the ground
The sun then thinks "If she had only believed.
Her soul might have been saved"
But that is too late
She has earned her untimely fate
And the goddess will live no more...


One for the Trees

by

Greg Bailey

Oh the agony of love lost
into the wind it had been carelessy tossed
leaving me but an empty shell
Just a mind trapped in its personal hell
And the everlasting thoughts of life and love
Sometimes inner conflict can resort to push and shove
A fight erupting in my brain
Each part wanting dominance to be its to claim
I get a throbbing migrane
I begin, to go insane
But I just let my conciounce flow
And my mind is brought under control
control over thoughts of death and woe
And for a moment I reign suppreme
But my thoughts by others are by others gleened
I remain a vegetable
Uncapable of the most simple thought
Such as love emotion life and loss
Still gaining no control

They say that they're good for me
Who cares, how else could I possibly plea
Sometimes I can sit up and think for a moment
But by doing that all of my energy is spent
There is no anger left to vent
I lay there..tossing turning
over the agony of love thats lost...


Toy of a Child

by

Greg Bailey

Today I could not believe the colors before my eyes
Gently sloping, creating lies
Truth be told I dont understand my thoughts
Racing through my head my mind is wrought
The colors, the sounds
The lights, the ground
Piercing into my mind
like a nife coming from behind
I turn to see what it could be
I see nothing
except that taunting coloring
The light the sounds the thoughts the ground
I understand...yet just a little
hose thoughts that somtimes had seemed so fickle
and even though its so
I wouldnt be able to show
These thought that I find the inner child
Sometimes mild
but more often wild
And still as entertaining as a kaliedescope. Yes the toy of a child


To the Swan

by

Greg Bailey

As they fly away into the cold dark night
His mind is filled w/ thoughts that might
just might come true
for me for you
Sitting in primordial stew
Nothing for our souls to do
We pace around
look at our feet and then the ground
Still yonder they fly into the night
She has her thoughts of love and life
Things that have and things that might
Her heart, angled t'ward the sun
"My," she tought "wouldnt that be fun."
To fly up high and reach that sun...

He percivers
She comes to tears
W/ love and leers
He hopes that she could see
all the things he wants to be
In her eyes and in her soul
Nothing is impossible
Lifes hard and it price is a heavy toll
She hopes that he would love her for what she be
But thinking the same
As if linked by the same brain
They fly off into the night
Living life w/ all their might
Everyday making decisions as if they were they're last
only present no future no past
They live their life and that is all
They're conflict w/ us is very small
We dont realize their love
Most would not even care
Life is strange, and rarley fair...


You

by

Greg Bailey

Your the only one for me
The only one I clearly see
If only I had the courage to
even say hello to you
Mayhaps in another life, under other cirrcumstances
My will is weak I take few chances
Maybe we will meet again
And yes I would be just a friend
Or maybe I will take the chance
To get to know your wonderous presence
To touch your soul would be so special
Many folds the greater of that space shuttle
and to carry on a conversation...
but that would onlt happen in my immagination
Yes your person is soft and grand
I would kill to shake your hand
And your non-conformist slumber
from wich you arise so somber
I would die one thousand times just to be able to speek to you
Yes you for me for you
Thats what my life was ment to do