The little man (Liz Sidener - 1980's)

The little man that I don't know.

The little man that tells me so...

many things...

That some I remember and some

I forget.

The little man in my head that

is now here

now there.

To go alone would be unwise.

To go to hell.

But why do we go anyways?

Ask him.

He will know.

So wise for a little man of so few years.

Some days I think I know

but I'm wrong.

Why? Because he told me so.

Sex is the open door to his heart

but to get it would be to

hurt him

to know

you run

they all do

I did

And he hates

or is it love

only an observation

only an observation

Sea of Light (Liz Sidener - 1980's)

The sea of light

pours down in blue

and goes through my

eyes

It cleanses me and loves me so

It helps me

to learn

Those Untouchable People (Liz Sidener - 1980's)

What makes people so removed
what happens to them
to make them so empty and
void, so unlovable
What makes us want them
all the more
There is unrest there beneath their cool exteriors
There is havoc
pain
Do we need to know?
Is that our gain?
To know their souls
Will we ever be so close to those blank stares
vacant eyes
No...but the challenge is there.
That deep instinct in each and every one that forces us to be attracted to this dead light.
To know possibly or to be one who is seen as knowing these souls.
Maybe if we found something, there would be nothing
absolutely nothing
in their hearts and souls
But to believe that would say it's all in vain
Our struggles...
So let's live not thinking so.

Imaginary lives (note - not dated)

To be a pet saver.  Have a house with a horse, cow, pig, chicken, cats and dogs. I would foster the animals until I could find them new and wonderful forever homes.

untitled (Liz poetry - 1980's)

The sun rises. The heat stirs me awake.
A new day. Fresh start.
Living my life day by day.
It's so much easier this way.
I'm coming out of a deep freeze
but its not real easy
I'm just trying real hard...
striving for what I want now.
Forgetting what needs to be forgotten.
Seeing the beauty in it all.
Can't you see it too?
Mixed emotions stirring in me again.
Trying to do it right this time.
To make it work and really enjoy it.
Enjoy those who truly care.
Really truly do.
I know they aren't faking it
They are the ones who will be here for me when I feel I'm drowning
in the rough sea of mixed emotions.
Thank you for making me so lucking.
Growing in spirit and soul.

Today (Liz Poetry - 1980's)

Today.

I am obsessed with today.

This moment.

The time is only the here and now.

I live in the present, not the past.

I see only what is in front of me.

I can't see the time that has passed beyond my shoulder.

It's gone.

Not existing any longer.

I thrive on this second

with my only plans surfacing to fill my present goals.

My past is a tool to my success for the future

Not the focal point.

So I am here in the present.

That can not be denied.

Poetry for scroll and Liz and Chris' wedding (5/1/1994)

We'll laugh

Cherry blossoms fill our eyes

Hearts...

Candy coated spirals interact

Continuously

Blood flows in our hearts

And we cry

Because we want it so bad

Forever

Longing to be that bear

That is held in the arms

of it's Momma

Fling it all away

Leave your cares for another day

Cry and laugh forever

Until the power explodes

And your fingers travel

The mysterious path

Of ecstasy

And agony

...And then they laughed