You

Sleep brings no rest from my flooding feelings
I wonder if with each night of sleep my feelings of love grow deeper
Each dream contains your essence
As I drift to sleep I feel you near
As I awake I find I love you more
And I have yet to even see you
I ponder these feelings in my day dreaming
I anticipate they will expand maybe explode on that long awaited day.

© Ann Dempsey 2010


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Our Night Watchman

To think that moon I see above me is the same moon you will see
That same moon smiling down
Our moon our night watchman
So even when you cannot see my face
Know this I am looking at that moon
In that moon I see beauty I see you

© Ann Dempsey 2010


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Body of Love

Infected all organs with this passion
A foreign feeling sweeps in, takes over
Heat of love courses through the veins
Butterflies at the sound of a voice
Lungs long to breathe your scent
Heart longs to be penetrated
Head is powerless to fight this addiction
Body trembles at the thought of a touch
Eyes dream; envision that first embrace.

© Ann Dempsey 2010


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Cool Waters

Cool waters from the heavens above
Wash away the intense heat of the day
Cools the sting of the summer heat
Softens the ground, earth becomes pliable

Smaller creatures emerge and enjoy
The snail relishes the opportunity to roam
The worms can surface through softer mud
Slugs move from their damp hidey holes

Humanity panics rushing for cover
Children splash in puddles
Mothers cry out to them in fear of a cold
Workers outdoors relish the chance to break

Cool waters from the heavens above
Gives relief, creates chaos
Encourages young frivolities produces rest bite
Waters of life, of death, of everything.

© Ann Dempsey 2010


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The Real You

I see you through the crowd
I glance at you
You’re smiling laughing joking
But that’s not the real you

I see beneath this act
I know you’re deeper than that
Is there a reason?
That you are holding back

You must feel
Scared trapped alone afraid
No need with me
I’m an ear to listen
A hand to hold
A shoulder to cry on
Whenever you need

© Ann Dempsey 2003


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Vicious Game

I’ve always been on the outside
Looking in
Now I’m on the inside wishing
To be on the outside
Grass was greener some days

It looked a lot better
But cracks of reality show quickly
I want to get out
Out of this trap

It’s a vicious game to play
That game of true love
A rocky path to cross
But a game you can’t ever stop

I’ve tried to get it back
But it’s useless I’m trapped
Helplessness and despair
Are my closest friendships about to tear?
I’m caught in the loop
The game of love I choose

© Ann Dempsey 2004


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Thank You for You

Like a welcome summer breeze you swept into my life
Impaired my senses
You took all my worries
All my blues as if you held a box
You locked them away
Hid them from view

Like the softness of a favourite jumper
You calmed me again
Made me believe in a friend
You took all hectic troubles
You made them seem natural
You made me just smile

You got me jumping at chances again
You got me taking risks
So to you I am ever thankful
Grateful to you I’ll treasure every moment
Again I feel happy again I feel alive
Thank you for this time

©Ann Dempsey 2005


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Taking Chances

Taking my chances on a love once lost,
Giving my heart over to fate,
Losing my mind over a love so strong,
Just hearing the name, I shudder,
Hearing the familiar voice I lose control,

Can it be that I’ve fallen in too deep?
Can I really take a chance and risk another heart break?
The incredible beauty I see overwhelming,
The love I feel indescribable,
Does she know can she understand?

Just to remember her touch hurts too much,
It’s uncontrollable no way to stop the rush,
Inconceivable torment rushing through my veins,
Tearing at every vital organ ripping me to pieces,
Falling harder, enduring more pain with every moment.

© Ann Dempsey 2004


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The Fight

I want you to see me, my truth is mine and mine alone.
Your truth is within you and can be only discovered by you.
I cannot help you on this quest, I can only support.
I will be your crutch at points but you must not rely on me always.
You must learn to walk alone rediscover your independence.

My forever friend, do you know how it scares me?
Scares me to think of a world without you in it
My help my care can only do so much
You need to want to help yourself dear friend
I need you to be strong and find your courage to battle on.

I am always here, always near you know this
So lean on me when you need to
I cannot bear to see you so troubled by the world and its atrocities
This world is a beauty despite humanities faults, look further
Look out upon this world and think what you could miss if you give in to the pain.

Be strong my dearest friend, love is around you
Love hides in many forms but you are always surrounded by warmth of many.
Pain is natural but love can engulf it and turn it to bliss
I know this from my own pain and suffering
You will emerge triumphant from this terrifying saga just please fight.

© Ann Dempsey 2010



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The Beast

A growling beast snarls at the trees
Its claws ripping leaves and breaking branches
The mighty oak and this invisible beast
Tussle in the darkness.

This beast cannot be tamed by man
It destroys what it wants
It goes where it wants
It cannot be restrained

This rampant beast on its path of destruction
He does not do so mindlessly
A purpose to his violence shines
When a small seed carried by him; blossoms to a new mighty oak.

© Ann Dempsey 2010


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