Life
By Chris Bartz

I will live in thy heart, Die in thy lap, And be buried in thine eyes.
While in thine own heart, Lives true happyness, Then and only then can, One's soul be truely free.
Then will thy life be, Open for other's, For one's life is sacred, And cherished as thy own.
When it is deminished, Will thy soul be reborn, In thy hearts of your loved one's.

Hurt
By Chris Bartz

Her eyes are blue Her hair is a golden brown She walks like an angel Her hands and body Feel like silk to the touch.
She runs her fingers Ever so finely throu Her golden brown hair When her eyes meet Mine my heart races Like it's never been hurt.
But in the long run Something happens to this Feeling and it just dies Along with my hope's.
My dream's and most of all My life is now nothing but An empty shell in this Strange world we live in.

Angel
By Chris Bartz

For one named Angel She had long flowing Brown hair that For its self seemed As endless as time.
The blonde highlights Lit up her face like A hot summer day Eyes that seemed to Pierce right through One's soul and could Bring out the light.
In dark places Her name is Angel Angel,Angel,Angel Angel loved the light And it was The darkness that Killed her.

True Love
By Chris Bartz

In a land far away Lives my one true love Her name is forever imprinted On my mind She is so beautiful So loveing and careing.
Her eyes are as blue As he sea and long Wavy red hair Her lips so tender And gentle when We kiss in the moonlight.

My Sweet Love
By Chris Bartz

My love my sweet love Please dont leave me You are what i live for Why i'm alive
I built this house For you my love But i can tell You dont like it.
So soon will we be In heaven together Where you can live in the house You wanted.

Hearts
By Chris Bartz

Once a long time ago There lives a beautiful Young maiden by the Name of rose Her lips are as Red as blood.
But yet soft as Silk to the touch Her eyes burn with Love for me My heart skips A beat when she Wispers in my ear Saying sweet I Love you's.

A song of death and love (Dedicated to Jocelyn DuVall)
By Chris Bartz

How do I know what to say, How do I know what to feel, How can I tell her I love her, When all she feels is anger, How can I look into her eyes, And wisper in here ear.
I know how she feels, I know what she thinking, But how do I know, It's the right time to tell her, That i'm dead, But i'm, Still watching her from heaven, I still see her face in my mind, I still can smell here perfume, But i'll never get to hold her again.
How do I tell her, That I still care, How can I show her, That she means the, World to me.
Oh how I wish I, Could hear her voice, The touch of her skin, The taste of her kiss, How do I tell her that I love her.

Yours Forever
By Jocelyn DuVall

I maybe a rose, but you are the seed. I might be Juliet, but you are my Romeo. I may have a heart, but you make it skip a beat. Everytime I see you, you take it from me. Your Forever.

Heaven's Doors
By Jocelyn DuVall

As I feel my life drain away, I see the key to heaven's doors. I feel my soul growing wings and fly, fly away to heaven's doors. As I reach heaven's doors, I insert and turn the key. The key won't turn, for now I lose my wings. i start to fall, fast and far below. I have entered the gates, the gates to hell. I ask myself everyday, what have I done so wrong to deserve this? Eventually one day. I figgure it out. I have lost faith, faith in all there is to belive in. So now I am paying by spending eternity, eternity in my own rotten hell.

Madness
By Chris Bartz
The world is a mad design, writen in the dust
Of the vast, hollow emptiness. It looks mad
to thoes who supplicate to the dictates of
Fickle and ungenerous gods and men, but it is greatness.

The world is full of fools who hold tawdry baubles
Before their faces, watch them glint and shine,
and give their very lives and souls to the flashy trash.

Pious hypocrites all! They rule in the name of the
Divine Lie! I reject them! I tear their heads open,
And blow up their air ships, and burn their sacred
Sites! No one gets to lord it over anyone
Because he/she is a wiser or nicer person.

When I release the surly bonds of sanity, I
Don the shimmering wings of madness, and fly on
Wings of great power. And ride to the heavens
And strike at all that is pure.

Blea!

Surrender and give unto me a holy offering of blood,
And I shale give you god. Well I to am a reflection
On your society. Everything you reject, I must be. I
am far from cracked. I am whole.

The insanity is not within my brain. The insanity reigns
On the streets. I tear up your streets and creap in
Your window at night to wisper my madness to you.

My world. Tue, 18 Mar 2003
By Melmar

My world has changed in the blink of an eye.
My world has fallen from the light of peace into the deep
grey of uncertiness. My once proud country shaken
by the improbable truth of war on a faceless, fearless,
ruthless enemy. everyone is looking at people
differently. Brothers are in fear of one another for
no reason. Family now has an almost sinister ring. My
world has fallen and with it took innocence, trust,
love and peace along to the ride.

Time The Thief Thu, 20 Feb 2003
By Melmar

Time is a thief that comes minute by minute. Who
visits us under the cover
of darkness and the light of day. Who cares not if
you are old or young yet
snatches the days and hours of all. Who leaves as a
punishment blank lives
and bittersweet memories. When all at once we awaken
in our insanity laded
twilight years and ponder to any and all who will
listen about the thief who
robed us of our happiness and youth.... time.

In Remembrance Of Those Lost: Mon, 10 Jun 2002
My Melmar

Your laughter has been ripped from our lives.
Your smile a bright memory of love and light.
We watched helpless as you were hurt and killed.
We longed to reach out and hold you close to
comfort you in your time of need.
We long to turn back the clock and stop this
attack of freedom and democracy.
I stand wrapped in pain and the confusion of
Why!!
I look at the images from New York and D.C. in
a total state of mind numbing helplessness.
Shock is my defense against the harrowing images
rolling across my T.V.
This nation grieves for you. We stand united
in our convictions to avenge you.
I will keep you close to me for the rest of
my days. I will keep you alive in my heart.
We Will All Miss You.

No Peace.
Mon: 10 Jun 2002
By Melmar

I feel the cool night air surround me. The
scent of the ocean is so strong i feel overwhelmed.
The night sky so deep it looks as if someone cloaked
the earth in a black velvet veil.
As I sit in my window and listen to the
sleeping city I feel cheated. No sound, no movement,
everyone has found oblivion.
I can feel smell the fresh air and feel the
wind across my naked flesh and yet I can not find
peace. I have lit my candles and draped the night
across my soul and yet I find no peace.
I have written what seems to be a tome, and
yet still the words flow from my pen. As if they are
captives escaping after years of torment.......

and still I find

No Peace.

The Silent City
Mon, 10 Jun 2002
By Melmar

The silent city mocks me! It sleeps and yet I do
not. The stars above wink at me as if I stayed awake
to keep them company on their lonely journey across
the heavens! The moon looks down upon me with pity, at
my plight. I have told him of my sorrows more then
once. My candle has burned for so many nights even
the fire yawns and dips as if to sleep. No sound
enters my space. Even the cricket's have since found
slumber. Ah, the stars are once again calling me...
I must see them through the night.

Sleep... Help ME!!
Mon, 10 Jun 2002
By Melmar

Oh, how I wish I could Sleep!! To sink into the
Feather Bed of dreams. To curl in the down comforter
of rest. Oh, how I wish I could creep around the glass
castle of my Imagination once again and feel the cool,
smooth surfaces of my Mind! Oh, to sleep! To return to
the place where my life is important where what I feel
matters! To walk along the stream of my youth and
follow it to the ocean of my love!! I can see it. yet
I am removed. To feel the sweet grass caressing my
soul, or the wind tickling my wings. I long to fly
over the clouds in my sky and sit amongst the birds in
the trees. OH, sleep I beg you to come I can feel my
world drifting away... Please come my world is fading
away... Like a scent on a breeze please help me
recover my time!!

Sandman
Mon, 10 Jun 2002 06:24:12 -0700 (PDT)
By Melmar

My love lay sleeping next to me and yet I can not.
I am jealous of you who get to sleep! No worries of
being tired tomorrow. I am envious of you who get to
snuggle with the one you love and sleep peacefully in
the Safe Harbor of their arms! What Have I Done
Sandman? How have I hurt you? Have I not done
EVERYTHING!!? I work 12hour shifts! I lay with my body
and mind a rest, awaiting your sweet caress of
oblivion. Come to me oh weaver of dreams, my spirt
grows weary, my mind grows old between realities.
Comfort me in your arms of sweet relief of worry and
Pain!! I have not the strength to continue without
You!! Blanket me in the fog of sleep, for I am weak
with anticipation of You!!

Cold Winds
Sun, 9 Jun 2002 04:39:07 -0700 (PDT)
By Melmar

The cold wind blows as i stand stareing over the
perpice watching my life being balanced upion the
jagged rocks below. I wonder how long I can remain
still as the fingers of my self hatered and the
impossibility of my life coloide. I teeter and stare
at the rocks knowing they will give me eternal comfort
then pull back becuse i know the people who i would
hurt by allowing myself to fall. I scream as I realize
i will be standing here for a long time. I cry as i
realize my whole life has been built around this one
single thought. I steal myself with the knowledge that
one day I will have the power to jump to see where I
land. At that point i know there will be people who
will be hurt by my Fall, but i will not care.
The warrning is going off again in my head. The
screams can be heard for miles around but noone
listens. noone cares about a lone girl standing in the
middle of life. I can think about only death and this
is the prime of my life!! I have been called upon to
answer questions for others and talk them out of doing
the things i have myself been thinking about. The Cold
winds blow and i can smell my death upon the brezze.

Honest
By Chris Bartz

How do i be honest, and let my feelings go.
All i want is her but she is out of my reach.
I miss her all the days long, wishing on fallen stars to be ever close to her.
My feelings are simple, and to the point if i can i would have her for all my remaining days of life.
I honestly hope and wish, parying to that she feels the same way of me.
I honestly feel like a part of me is gone.
And i would give anything to get my other half back.
She is my one and only Honestly True Love.
And i miss her Honestly i do.

What Can I Say
By Chris Bartz

What can I say to make the pain go away, and bring that familiar glow back to your face.
How can i bring the smile back from the past, just like the way things used to be.
Before you got hurt the way you did, and lost the warmth of your heart.
What can I say to help warm your heart.
What can I say to help find yourself and bring you out of the darkness

8 Years
By Chris Bartz

8 years I have missed my friend
8 years I have wanted to talk again
8 years I have missed your smile
8 years I have waited for you to return
8 years I have wondered if you would remember me
8 years I have hoped and prayed.
8 years pasted and i Finnaly get to talk to you again.

Torn Apart
By Chris Bartz
I sit here today wondering how to seperate my feelings, on one side my love
for her standsproud and true. For being so far apart yet so close at heart, in
troubling times i just recall her
smile and it brings a smile to my face. My heart flutters and skips a beat,
every time we talk and i see her smile.
I am a man torn by feelings of love, i love one more then the other, how can i
be any better then a demon who has been tossed out of heaven. How can i feel
this way and still be human, or a man for that matter. I love one far more,
then the other I am a man Torn apart by this feeling called love, I am a man
Torn between 2 woman who i love.I am a man who reatches out to the night sky
wishing on an angel to deliver me wings, for i may fly to see my one and only
true love.

I AM A MAN TORN APART!!!!!!!!!!

The perfect Day
By Chris Bartz
On my perfect day i would be with the one i love, she might be short in
stature, but pure of heart. She like myself has lost the way, i hope we might
find the way together someday. I look at my life and wonder how it all would
have been if we were together on that fateful day. So many years have passed
that i didnt not once think about you all day. you were forever in my brain
making up new memories every day. even tho thery were not real, there were
real enough for me. The perfect day on this day we would meet and finnaly know
each other embrace, warmth and the feel of each others skin. I would hug you
till you couldnt be hugged any more. This day of all days would be perfect.

Untitled (due to the lack of words to name this on correctly)
By Chris Bartz
I walk alone in the night air, what seems like for hours at a time.
I stop in the same place every time, looking up to watch the sky.
I lay down like I always do, gazing up at the cool black emptyness.
I lay down and look, wiping the tears from my face, wondering
If you were looking at the same stars as me. As I lay there I start to wonder,
If we would ever find each other again. I stoped laying in that spot, never to lay,
There again till i could see your loving face once more. People say that once,
You have lost something you can never get it back. Well i didnt belive them, then
And still dont now, for i now have the mising half to my once Broken Heart.
I walk alone in the night air, but this time you are there, laying with me
And watching that same night sky.

Aching for you
By Chris Bartz
In Side I ache for you loning to be near you smelling your perfume.
To Hear the sound of your voice, to see the look on your eyes.
I long to see you shine in the light, to taste your lips of wine.
I long to see you free from the bonds that tie. Longing to see
that familiar glow in your eye. To see the bounce in your step.
To see the look of family complete. Free from all that opresses you
And closes you off from the world, and from me.

As I sit
By Chris Bartz

As I sit and watch you I see you have alot of pain. As I sit and watch you I
can tell you love me, the gleam in your eyes, and the way you amile at me when
you can talk to me. I can tell you love me so. I know i love you so, you
brighten up my day so, when we talk. When we talk you make me smile and laugh.
When we talk my face lights up bright.

My Love For you
My love for you grows fonder every day.
My love for you will never go away.
My love for you will always be.
Why am i so in love with you.
Why does my heart skip a beat when you talk to me.
Why, why, oh why me.
I know why because we were ment to be.

Divine
By Chris Bartz
To hold you would be divine
To touch your skin would be divine,
To Hold you cloce would be divine,
To hear you whisper in my ear would be divine,
To run my fingers throug your hair would be divine,
To kiss your lipe would drive me crazy, and it could not be more divine the that.

Ask me not
By Chris Bartz
You see how I am, you see how I look.
You know who I am and you know how I look.
For you I would do anything all you need is ask.
But please ask me not to give you up.
Ask me to stay or ask me to go, but ask me not to let you go.
Ask me to do when you want me to, but ask me not to stop loving you.

As I sit Volume II
By Chris Bartz
As I sit here pondering the vastness of my limits,
I start to wonder if I can really help anyone,
My heart sinks, and my breath get’s shallow,
I see my friends hurting and there’s nothing I can do,
My chest tightens and my breathing slows,
As I sit here waiting for something to happen,
I know a lot but none listen to what I have to say,
As I sit here pondering my life.
As my friends hurt all I can do is listen,
To there pain and suffering all I can do is listen,
I would offer myself to the god’s if it would ease,
There suffering and pain. Sadly I can not.
As I sit here breathing shallow, no heart rate,
And mad as hell all I can do is sit and watch,
As my friends are hurting from pain and suffering.
What I wouldn’t do to help out the best I can,
But sadly all I can do is sit. It pains me so,
I wish I could do more, help in some way,
Find a solution that every one would like,
As I sit here writing this all I can think about is,
How I can help out if given a chance.
As I sit here thinking about you and the pain you have,
It makes me mad as hell that I can’t help you out,
All I can do is wish you the best of luck,
And that when I am able to help out you would let me.
As I sit here pondering I see your face, the smile you
Didn’t have because of the pain, wishing I could wipe
Your tears and make it better.
As I sit here I am waiting to hear your voice,
Hoping you are ok.