From: Natalie@yabbs
To: brael@yabbs
Subject: read 'em and weep
Date: Fri Aug 19 21:22:18 1994
ok.  you want literary power, you got it, buddy boy.

poem 1
Surrounded by a pale light, he came,
As she lay on the ground,
Lifting her up, he carried her to the sky,
Where she was with others
Pale strange wispy creatures
And she thought she would be...

The Sphinx looked down
Upon her tear streaked face
And he cried himself.

poem 2
I lay on the bed alone, and you joined me.
You slid your hand under the edge of my shirt,
Rested it on my stomach,
Gently kissed my neck,
And went to sleep.

I woke up in your arms and was happy.

poem 3
it infiltrates our lives
like a burrowing parasite
leeches off us sucking us of our life
a vampire
we feel the pull become addicted
and have to be pulled away
nothing can break this addiction
unless we want to and the treasures
it shows us are too many to
comprehend
deeper and deeper we go
the horror 
the horror
into the abyss
dark dank and limitless
we are stripped of all but our souls
floating
disembodied
sparks of life
in the machine


i apologize for this being so darned off topic, but no one, and i mean NO 
ONE (but myself) questions my literary talent and gets away with it.

natalie