No Excuse

dedicated to ALL the victims of Littleton

Every victim had a story,
so many hopes and dreams,
many lives left shattered,
because of someones hateful scheme.

Parents lost their babies,
students lost their friends,
Littleton's heart is broken,
can this heartbreak ever mend?

Teachers tried to protect their wards,
and the nation cries in vain,
this tragedy is senseless,
the carnage so insane.

What the hell is going on,
what's happening to our youth?
There's just no rhyme or reason,
for these acts there's no excuse.

C.V.B. April '99
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WAR

When I first heard of WAR,
I was a girl of seven or eight.
Gathered 'round the dinner table,
I saw my first images of HATE.

Death, destruction, orphaned babes,
so many bloody scenes.
I remember my father ranting,
as the news flashed across the screen.

In my childhood innocence,
I still had no way to understand,
just what the impact would be,
from that WAR in a far off land.

I came of age in the seventies,
when I began to learn the truth.
I experienced the aftermath of Vietnam,
no longer protected in my youth.

I have known those who fought there,
loved a man who cried out in his sleep.
Seen those who committed suicide,
and those who live out on the streets.

I've cried for those lost to us forever,
and for those who will never mend.
So many lives destroyed by WAR,
yet nothing proved in the end.

So why do we go on fighting?
Why can't there be world peace?
Will we remember our VETS tomorrow?
Will the madness ever cease?

C.V.B.March '99
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'UNINHABITABLE'

Florida's Wetlands are beautiful, yet their every element brutal. I believe at the core of my being, that this is Nature's way of fighting those who try to change her- Sherry

The deeds said 'Uninhabitable'
Yet still, they came.
'We are the new pioneers,
'they so proudly proclaimed.

Enviromentally sensitively,
they raped the land,
but to pump water north
was against Nature's plans.

They clear their properties,
just to plant non native trees,
only to start all over
after the first big freeze.

Summers so hot and wet,
one can't go out in the yard,
but they live in a floodzone,
where homesteading is hard.

At townhall meetings, they scream
for brand new roads,
because waterlocked land
made the others erode.

Winters so dry, it turns
pine forests to kindling
Controlled burning, the solution,
turn it all to ash and cinder.

Ohhh and the wayward bear,
has a bounty on his head.
He killed some livestock
now soon he will be dead.

The tragedy is that
we were the ones to invade,
so arrogant to think
we change groundwork already laid.

We'll leave this fragile environment,
struggling long after were gone.
Striving to clean up a mess
from the folks that never belonged.

C.V.B.'99
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Saying Goodbye

Sadness overwhelms me,
after realizing we can never be,
yes, I love you,
in so many words
not knowing even why.
goodbye....

God, this hurts so much,
only I must walk away,
on to greener pastures,
damn,,, I wish I could stay,
but I feel so betrayed,
yearning still, but its all wrong,
elusive love, goodbye, stay strong.

C.V.B.April '99(C)
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