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Where did all the lovely dreams go? I miss her more every time she smiles, I love her more every time she smiles to herself, Where did all my lovely dreams go? She has them there, safe in her arms.

Hot shadows rain from eternity Elaborate and whisper what will rise And time will tell What will fall Power cries madness And Death Is the vision of those screaming In my head

SIXTEEN YEARS AGO: Hunched over in the pouring rain, she ran through the back streets of South Side, a bundle in her arms.She paused to catch her breath, sheltering in the doorway of a blacked out home. In the early hours of the morning, she owned the streets. No-one wanted to brave the harsh winter winds or the driving rains, no-one except her. She knew she didn't have long left, that they would soon realise her escape. She must be before the gates before then, she couldn't risk being caught in the city at day break. The dark scarf covering her head fell back from her face, grey eyes peering out from behind thick, pale lashes. A few strand

The bells rang out The angels sang And in my heart I felt a pang The sadness came And pulled me down My cries were heard All over town My screams cut short With one more shot My memories were gone I lost the lot So who is left To mourn my life? In this world Of war and strife

I follow what my destiny dictates The path that has been laid before me I must follow At the end i will meet my fate A cloaked and hooded figure of black It seems my stars cannot be changed The pattern they trace across the heavens Completely immovable Future meetings are all foretold Everything happens for a reason But misfortune threatens when I am near Cursed forever more to wander in solitude The blackness of my heart Tainted by a lost love Traps me Binds me Locks me To the Earth from which I came

Lost. Lost on a shore far from anywhere she opens her crusted, stinging eyes.  Water drains quickly from her hair, ears, nose, mouth. Her vision is blurred from days of staring into the blue abyss of the deep ocean. She coughs, splutters, retches up cold water and green weeds. Her hands flex slowly in the sticky sand. Her skin feels tight, stretched taunt across her ligaments. Her face is red and raw, rivers of salt have crystallised on her cheeks. Where is she? Hours pass and yet still her limbs refuse to obey her commands. The sun appears as nothing more than a dirty pale smudge off to one side of the swirling great clouds above

Day 15 "Where do you see yourself in ten years?" the Senior Vice President, Craig Collins, asked from behind his five thousand dollar oak desk as he leaned back in his leather chair. Steve Knox sat across from Craig Collins in a new suit he bought with his father's money. "This was his last and final chance," his father thought as he wrote him a check, enough for a nice suit. Steve Knox did buy a suit, but he got it at a second hand store and pocketed the rest of the money. "Look Steve. I'm trying to do your father a favor and ... I don't see how this is going to work, if you can't answer any of my questions," Craig Collins said as he rock

I waited at the door For you to come home The kids sitting patiently Waiting by the tree Presents piled underneath But still you did not show The lights twinkled merrily In stark contrast To the way I felt as I continued to wait The first winter snow Started to drift down in icy flakes The children getting tired Wanting their Dad But you will not be coming home For the cab driver Was not watching So from now Every Christmas will be tainted With our sad memory Of your yuletide passing

Close to my chest I nestle your memory My heart is a warm cup of tea Wisps of steaming gauze flow gently from the brim Deep down into my lungs I sigh silently Swing my eyes shut And let your memory brew For a minute, a morning, a day You are my favourite blend