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  	Well it's St.Valentine Day, we all love, i don't doubt 
	that one bit. there are even peices of poetry in our 
	previous pages that prove it:

	As i was going over all the poetry, to find specific 
	valentine writings, i relised somthing that i have always 
	known. most of this poetry is love, about love. love, 
	about lonliness. love, about rejection. love, about hatred.
	love, about anger and most of all love, about being.
	the poetry is passionate. and when i want to find poetry 
	or writing about darkness and hatred i see them all in the 
	same peice.

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	Secrecy

	The devil is evil, he is the beast.
	It is our child on which he feast. 
	It is our life, he watches, hence, 
	we are the cattle inside his fence.
	There is a man, who legend says,   
	slayed the devil, and now we praise,
	this legend, this myth, or just a man.
	Either way, the one who can,
	end the evil, known as the devil,
	the one who makes the beast lie level.
	Who is this man?
	Who can he be?  
	Legend says it's secrecy.

	Devil-C Reaper



	Cheated

	I deserved better   
	Than what you gave me
	Your greed and guilt
	Shaped and made me

	-Shadow Wolf



	Rain pelts my face,
	as I sit in the eye of my own storm,
	looking up
	as if for an answer
	to a question
	I don't have the guts to ask,
	Like an answer 
	would fall down to me
	with the rain.
	Silence.
	All is quiet,
	except for the falling water
	that surrounds me. 
	I look up and wonder
	if there's a solution
	that would leave me whole.

	kel


	
	Sixth Sense I
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	Reading through the outpouring,
	I see through the words
	into the meanings.

	The undercurrent of the lines, 
	call out to me, as the waves do
	to a dolphin or a whale.

	Pushing the others away,
	there is still pressure within.
	Believing no one knows.

	Sometimes the ones that are in
	the distance, have the clearest view.
	Because everything is not swirling around them.

	Other times, the only one that cannot see
	is the very one that you let be.
	Not everyone has a clear vision.

	Saying that no one knows,
	I never said I did.
	There is a current though.

	An energy that flows,
	about and away and to me again.
	Never-ending, never ceasing.

	Always going to and fro,
	back and forth, once and twice.
	Waking me up, or letting me close my eyes.

	It's not a choice that I once made,
	it is something that has just been.
	Possibly natured - only to create an understanding.
	
	An understanding that still has not come,
	except, an energy that has great power.
	To see through and far into the depths.

	To feel and touch, far deeper then others,
	feel something that no one can express.
	Not a choice, nor a way of living.
	
	Just a being, living through life.
	Capable of seeing, not wanting to always.
	With you, it's a current not a choice.   
	
	A choice I wish I could turn off,
	except I know I should not.
	Instead, it remains and causes bother.
	
	Not any way to express,   
	these things, push as much as you want,
	it's nothing that I chose to persue.
	
	Following a faith, or belief,
	this where I was found to be.  
	Pushed or pulled, neither to be told.
	
	- Kamira
	November 9, 1998
	to the two that haunt
	



	noticed

	may i borrow a little understanding?
	please kind lady, i'll give it back 
	yes i'll beg or humiliate myself    
	if it will appease your cruel intentions
	and show you to be better than i
	just give me a chance, for i need some apathy
	to stand in your shade and feel
	you my shield to the world since you dare see
	little old me tugging on your pant leg
	begging for a hello or a quarter
	maybe your sorrow, if i'm lucky 
	enjoy your day kind woman..
	maybe tomorrow you will see me
	
	mea culpa



	REVENGE

	If your strong & lye you will prevail
	If your honest & sharing you will fail
	all these tests confronting me
	choosing the one to set me free
	each one is hard & ends in sorrow
	the conclusions will come & hit me tomorrow
	was I right?, was i wrong?
	will all this learning make me strong?
	I can be a bitch when pushed to far
	falling like a shooting star
	disapearing into the night
	to apear behind you when the moments right.

	blaise



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