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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 10:25 pm


When Day is Done

When day is done and I am upon my bed,
With a zillions thoughts racing through my head,
A still small voice comes piercing through,
Asking me what I am going to do,
I just don't know how to respond.

When day is done and the tears are free to flow,
How to stop them I do not know,
Fear within and fear without,
Feels like it is here to stay without a doubt,
I wish I could make it go away.

When day is done and all I want to do is sleep,
And find that level that is so deep,
But that voice will not let me rest,
It puts me through a little test,
Just to make sure that I can hear.

Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 6:50 am

(((((corey))))) whoa! feels like you were sitting inside my head when you wrote this one!

xxx Lisa xxx

Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 3:39 pm

(((((((((((((((((Corey))))))))))))))))))

WOW!

Love to you

Warmie

Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 7:14 pm

((((((Corey)))))))

Lying on my bed, going through the test you speak of. The "voice" is too loud for now.

Love your poems, ever tried getting a collection together and trying to get them published?

Stephen

Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 7:41 pm

not sure just where to get them published stephen. i would love to. i did enter a poetry contest once but found out that it was just a scam.

Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 10:45 pm

(((((((((((((((((Corey))))))))))))))))))

Is there a publishing company some place close to you. Call and check around. I would gladly buy any book that you have written.

Such talents, amazing hon.

((((((((((Stephen)))))))))))))

Just a hug for you.

Love to both of you

Warmie

Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 9:32 am

Corey:

see if the following link can help you get more information on publishers:

http://www.publishers.ca/

(Hope I put the link up right)

xxx Lisa xxx