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by an admirer of admirers

Ancient raindrops fall from above,
looking at your face when I see a dove.
I go through my fate and it’s a bit too late,
to summon the friend of a life’s never end.
Wherever I go I’m always with you,
and for whatever reason you’ll always show,
never for a second forbid,
never for a second to live.
A wonder to wonders on a high frozen hill,
come river to river under a black water pearl.
Old river’s daze of cold winter’s maze,
softly you dwindle, softly I sail.
Imagine a night on a shadow of dwarfs,
soul of illuminous beauty,
heart of deepest fear.
In history’s light, far from this fight,
a shed full of horses find us that night.
Painless glory of times meant to be,
formation of silver, love’s only need.

Contributed by an admirer of admirers

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Forever 27
by Lindsay Marie Johns

The rope
A thin line
Between Life and Death
And at 2:45 it was finished...

Forever 27
You will always be
Forever 27
Your pale blue eyes haunt me

Oh cold Novemeber night
You slipped away
From the light
Into sweet darkness

Forever 27
You are home
Forever 27
Among falling stars

We can't hold onto you
Your pain was too deep
So it's the memories
We must keep

Forever 27
Always in my heart
Forever 27
That's who you are...

In loving memory of Jonathan Gregory Brandis

Contributed by Lindsay Marie Johns

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Corey's Song
by Diane Lynn Colburn

It was a cold winter day
The sun was shinin' bright
You couldn't hear the sounds
And you couldn't see the light.
The clock was movin' slower
But you couldn't feel the time
A ragin' pulsin' feeling just
Kept drivin' in your mind

The road that day was long and black,
You couldn't turn around.
You couldn't run back
You tried to yell all around,
But you'd already fallen down

(fallen down, fallen down)
(fallen down, fallen down)
(fallen down, tried to yell all around...)
(fallen down)

Climbin' up life's ever lastin' shores
Confusion all around you
Slammin' all the doors
You cannot feel the pain
You cannot feel your soul
You just wish the earth would open up
And swallow you whole

Well the pain you felt
It ain't nothin' compared
To the pain I'm feelin' right now
You tried to yell all around
But you'd already fallen down..

(fallen down, fallen down)
(fallen down, fallen down)
(fallen down, you tried to yell all around...)

You can't pick up the pieces from yesterday
Cause you threw 'em on the floor
Just to waste away
The stakes were high
Your life on the line
You faced against time (and went)

Fallin' down.

Fallin' down down down.
Down to the ground.

Written for Corey J. Easterly 6/6/78-12/5/1995
Copyright 1995- Lovelynn Music

Author's note: This is a song I wrote almost 9 years ago when my best friend killed himself. It fits for J.B... some people don't like it b/c its too "real" and slips into the mind of someone contemplating, deciding then following through with it... It's hard to convey the emotion that the beat/style of the song helps project -a steady driving rock beat with predominately minor and dimished chord progressions- and its one of anger, confusion and sadness. When ever I start to wonder how someone could possibly ever be in the mindset to contemplate suicide, I just remember this song. For me it really puts everything in perspective.

Contributed by Diane Lynn Colburn

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Lyrics from "In Memoriam"
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Lyric 7

Dark house, by which once more I stand,
Here in the long, unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,

A hand that can be clasped no more -
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.

He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.

Lyric 119

Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, not as one who weeps
I come once more; the city sleeps;
I smell the meadow in the streets;

I hear a chirp of birds: I see
Betwixt the black fronts long-withdrawn
A light-blue lane of early dawn,
And think of early days and thee,

And bless thee, for thy lips are bland,
And bright the friendship of thine eyes;
And in my thoughts with scarce a sigh
I take the pressure of thine hand.

Contributed by Gar

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