You were an angel in my eyes,
I loved you with all my heart,
But then you uttered your goodbyes,
Tearing me apart.
You left with me only memories,
A shattered view of life,
My begging, “darling, stay with me, please”,
My heart in bitter strife.
How can an angel break one’s heart?
I guess I’ll never know.
I just know that when I watched you depart
It left me aching so.
Seeing you with her, I’ll never forget
The bitter blow it struck.
You two will be happy, that I’d bet,
And me? Well, it’s just my luck.
I can’t be mad at you for moving on,
For making the best of affairs,
But now that from my arms you’re gone,
I just feel it isn’t fair.
How could you hurt me if you were so good?
You seemed oh-so-perfect and kind!
I suppose other storms I have withstood,
And a new love I must find.
But that’s easier said than done right now,
When my heart’s still with you,
I’ll recover someday, though I little know how,
And to myself I’ll be true.
So now I try to let you go,
To lay my angel to rest,
Just realize in my life you’ve struck a blow ...
I thought you were just the best.
Now I know that you’re no different from all
The other men I’ve known,
Seemingly sweet, attractive and all,
Yet truly with a heart of stone.
So good luck with life, and may you find love,
Which it seems you’ve already found.
I hope you’re blessed by heaven above,
And to greater things your bound.
Though with you I’ll be angry ever,
I can’t bring myself to forget
The love I thought would last forever,
So, I love you, and ever will, yet.
Thousands of voices
Calling out for help ...
Crying out in vain ...
Looking for a friendly hand,
Then silenced.
Killed,
Due to faith, race, creed ...
By a man, a people,
Who couldn’t accept those
Different from themselves ...
Paralyzed by fear,
Frozen by hate.
Those who looked on
Looked on in pity, but
Were too scared to help ...
As thousands of voices were silenced ...
Fear begets hate,
Which begets violence,
Cold, unforgiving ...
And the violence goes on ...
Lives on ...
Today.
Only when we truly accept,
Truly believe,
In the acceptance of all,
That everyone is worthy of love,
Will the Holocaust truly be
Over.
May we truly believe,
May we someday be able to say honestly,
Without a shadow of a doubt ...
“Never Again”.
The smell of food hits me
In a rush.
Conversations, muffled and
Personal, rage on around me.
I am curious: what are they
Saying?
Could the laughing man over there
Be laughing at me?
No. Of course not: he can't even see me
Can he?
Suddenly you appear, standing out
Against the see of nameless faces,
And sit down at my table.
For once I am holding my own conversation,
Muffled and personal,
Instead of wondering,
Wondering.
Thank you,
For you have granted me my dearest wish:
To disctract me from the laughing man
Who doesn't even see me, and is still
Laughing.
You said you wouldn’t fade away,
Now we know it’s true.
We now must live every day,
Loving and missing you.
You touched more lives than you’ll ever know,
Didn’t falter till the last,
Then you had to leave us so;
Your life, but not spirit, past.
Your fairy tale had a tragic end,
It set the world on it’s ear.
Someday, somehow, our hearts will mend,
But the memories will remain crystal clear.
The crash, the death, the mourning hearts,
Make it all very clear to me ...
We all loved you from the start,
And with us forever you’ll be.
To me you’ll always be a bride,
Blushing, radiant sweet,
Bringing us on a magic ride,
Always landing on your feet.
Of course the ride had to end someday,
Though none of us could believe,
That you’d die, so young, that way,
Leaving us to grieve.
Through childbirth, divorce, love and death,
You never lost your smile,
And right down to your very last breath,
You were filled with grace and style.
Unhappy as you sometimes were,
You tried not to let it show,
Always smiling at him or her,
Until it was time to go.
Bless us, Princess, from above,
With your wealth and smiles and charm,
And in return we’ll give you love,
To keep you from further harm.
Goodnight sweet princess, rest in peace,
Which you never had before,
Maybe now, in heaven at least,
You can smile again once more.
Appearances are deceiving:
Yet you see to my soul effortlessly,
Without even knowing.
You're not who one would think was
"My Type"
But you are where it matters,
In your soul
And in your heart.
You noticed me very little, but are one
Of thos who, without knowledge
Or effort or requital,
I will remember
And cherish always.
You are darkness to my light.
The days we spent,
Unrelated ships passing in the night,
Will never be forgotten by me,
To whom you have shown
A world
I never knew existed ...
And you say you did nothing.
You don't know me,
True,
But in a short time,
A lifetime of memories
Have been given me.
You will likely be
Forgotten
In time ... but your image,
Words, and the spirit you offered
Will never leave me.
I can't say I love you, but you will never
Be forgotten.
You say that you're going, it must be a lie.
A part of my heart is now starting to die.
Three years is a long time to live for one man,
I must let you go ... I hope that I can.
You were never mine to keep as my own,
But still, you're leaving ... I feel so alone.
I admired you always from far away,
Hoping you'd love me, somehow, someday.
But schoolgirl fantasies all die after time,
And loving you can't be considered a crime.
So as put my dead dreams to rest,
Know that I'm here, and wish you the best.
I'm probably only a shadow to you,
A face in the crowd, nothing special or new.
But I hope in the future you will come to see
How much more than that you were to me.
So from this moment till grad do us part,
You will have a big piece of my heart.
And then I will cry over the love that was not,
Then wipe my eyes, the pain all but forgot.
But to my first love who I'll now never know,
Remember these words: "I love you so."
He gave me my voice,
My music, my stage ...
But in return he asks for
My soul.
He says he loves me,
But he can't give me my freedom.
Do I love this man in the mask,
My teacher, my master,
My angel?
If he did love me, this
Deformed demon,
Would he not let me go?
Yet, do I not owe him so much
For giving me my soul, my life?
Or not my life ...
For this is not a life, it is merely an existence.
I cannot leave the opera house,
And the only time I live
Is when I sing.
But music,
Which he has given to me,
IS my soul,
Is his soul, too.
Should I not give it back?
Does he not deserve that much?
But do I not deserve that
Which he won't give me,
My freedom?
Music for my soul,
When music IS my soul ...
Is it a bargain I can make?
Please God, please, Angel,
Help:
It is the decision of my life.
Imperfection is perfection,
For perfect people would make the world
Very boring.
We'd all be alike;
All good,
No sin to spice up life.
Everyone would be unimpressed,
And the hope of striving
For a higher goal
Would disappear, since nothing is higher than
Perfection.
The idea of individuality
Would die, for we'd all be perfect.
A society of robots would ensue,
Perfect and efficient, yes, but
Boring, uninteresting, stale,
Very mechanical.
It would provide efficience
But not happiness,
And at what cost?
I ask now the price of perfection,
And I ask, also,
Is it worth it?
Poems, signatures, quotes, photos ...
All provide memories of fun
Gone by.
Loves found or lost,
True friends made, new e-mail pals
For life.
And as we look back,
All we'll have are a few random thoughts,
Images,
On paper. But in our hearts, always,
The experiences we remember will be more
Than a few captured moments.
They will be made up of friends, warmth,
Bad food we loved to hate.
Dances, workshops, low organization which provides us
For a week
With the freedom we need to be who we want,
What we want,
Without fear of what these people,
Who we'll never see again,
Would think.
And then we return to our ordinary lives,
The same, but eternally different,
With a sense of self, individuality,
An edge, a fire
That can never, ever be
Extinguished.