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This Collection is the "Published, and Unpublished Works of,"
Kimberely Greene Frost
If you skipped the copywrite page, please click the link on the left, titled: "Copywrite." Please read the legal notices before you continue. If you choose not to read the notices, then you will still be bound by them, and other copywrite laws/treaties of the United States, and Earth based goverments/countries, etc.
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Copywrite 1984, & 2000
"All"
I heard a bird in the Springtime,
I heard a bird in the Fall.
But, I heard no birds in Winter,
For they had left me...
All...
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Copywrite 2000
"Patti-cake in Space"
Space is real.
Where is the proof?
Unless your there, it's just a spoof.
Faith is what makes things real,
Experience leads to how we feel.
Adolescence to adult, then infinity,
It might be real for you.
But maybe not for me.
We need to taste it,
pat it, and go there in a row.
Or you and I, my friend.
May never really know.
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Copywrite 2000
...*It's Hard to Change
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Copywrite 2000
"Fishing for Bamboo"
The leaves begin to flutter, then shake and rattle together like
bamboo,
or ocean waves roaring in, up onto the
beach.
Then quiet. The leaves begin trembling again. The branches
sway.
Impelled by the imperceptible eddies. The grass whispers, and
rustles.
Chased by a mischievous
finger.
A humble sea of different gases is the only thing that
pushes
away the cold of space. Like a fish out of water gasping.
Our
death would occur, if it wasn't for this ocean's
protection.
Space is so cold. So vast. To reach life we must go
into
it, and wear equipment that is constricting. Your little
boat,
against all the bad things that could happen, with no lifeline,
and
lots of well-wishes powering the craft. Lotteries give better
odds,
than the ones we take traveling into Earth's deepest depths.
Notwithstanding
taking a voyage into the vastness of space. The chances of
finding
Life are great. Returning to tell about it, could be a
different
story altogether. Perhaps we'll find
bamboo.
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Copywrite 2000
"Lament for the Impossibles"
If we can't see it, it doesn't exist.
It was a given, when we said this.
Taste it, touch it,
Hear, or see.
To be real, all must agree.
Things exist nevertheless.
Some things only considered,
in jest.
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Copywrite 2000
"Invisible Sea"
The Pansys nodding,
seem to agree.
We all live in,
an invisible sea.
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Copyright 1992, & 2000
"Remember"
One day, very soon...
I'll be holding you.
One day, coming back through Time....
There's a time, and a season,
for when my heart shall be...
Safe...within...your arms.
And I know...I love you...
with all my heart.
And I know...Oh.Oh...
I love you.
I,
got this time...
to think about you...
And I know...Oh.Oh...
I want you back, as we were...
Right now.
A different face,
A different place, religion, or skin.
But my heart cries in pain,
It knows you by name.
Oh.Oh...I love you.....
I'm hoping you'll hear my tears,
in this Verse that I sing.
In the hope you're here...
Will you remember me?
Our self-inflicted amnesia,
Will you remember our love?
I remember your essence,
I don't know who you are.
I remember our promise, to come back through Time...
Will you come back through time for me?
We had our moment,
and then had to part.
The Game?
To find again,
the match of our heart.
But I'm sick of this game,
this cruel donkey and the carrot.
I'm dying inside,
My soul is sputtering.
Without you feeding the flame...
I find myself longing,
for the timeless twilight..
Where we first met, again....
I'll linger for you,
a little longer here...
Waiting for you to come
back in Time for me...
Remember?....
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Copywrite 1981, & 2000
"Keynote"
A sunbeam alights upon my cheek, in the middle of June.
Gently waking, stretching tight, it reminds me of a tune.
My heart begins to feel the chorus, lips begin to move.
A certain song with hope and joy, whoven like a loom.
Warm flowing breeze, going through forest leaves.
All near a sandy pink beach.
Dolphin's jumping, sapphire frothing,
with a rainbow across the sky.
Bells are tinging, birds are singing,
so perfect I could cry.
A world of perfect beauty, or softly sung lullabye.
It's waiting just beyond, but wait you'll need the Key.
Where is the key? Can it be bought?
No place outside, only time you'll pay.
What can it be? Can it be taught?
Just look inside, and imagine away.
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Copywrite 1982, & 2000
"Ghost Specs"
Sweeping breezes through the trees.
Blowing their cold breath upon me.
Mountains were green, now white with snow.
I dream of any place I would like to go.
Crickets, birds, and humid air,
Palm trees swaying, flowering vines.
Depair is eased by my dreamtime.
Iced winds, frosted lashes,
Freezing to my broken glasses.
As the cold deepens, warmer do I feel.
Goodbye world, Goodbye.
Then I grow still.
A stiffened shape under the snow,
Guarded by an spectacled ghost.
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