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Richard "bluebear" Forrest


Twas the day of feast . 
With no cares in the world . 
All was perfect and good joy . 
Much was made to be eaten and shared . 
Yet there was one piece that had 
to be stil eaten. 
And that Twas the begining of the end . 
Twas a cool water that encircled me . 
Hands gently set me down, yet I was going up. 
Twas the end of now, to yet a different life. 
Twas grand yet crippling as well. 
Twas the day of Turkey that led to years of 
change . 
Loving hands, will always be with me. 
Change is good, when you are loved . 

My Little Girl
Does it mean my pain is your pain.
Does it mean that we are one, and we heal one another.
Do you feel my desire, my years of longing
for someone just like you.
Do we entwine our love, and understand why we are here.
Do others see our auras, that show our love for one another.
Does the pain, stand for love lost and forgotten.
Do you feel my thoughts, I feel your tears, we need one another.
Do the years that have gone by, mean that there are more good years ahead.
Let us embrace and become one.
Let us hold each other and see the light.
Let there be a new day.
Let our love live for ever.
My Little Girl.

No matter how you spell
No matter how you think

It matters that you bleed
It matters that you care

One may sense a time of goodness
One may be the other of that time

It matters that you have a chain
It matters that you are alive

Can you see the Dog
Can you write his Name

It matters that we go to Church
It matters that we Pray

No one here can read
No one here can feel

It matters that we Pray
It matters that we have Pain

Can you see the Dog
Can you sense the Pain

It matters,
Where's is my Tender Chain.

Richard' bluebear' Forrest

Do you hear the rats, in the walls
Do you hear the crying through the walls
Do you feel the cold on your lips
Do you feel hunger from the babe
What became of Mom and Dad,
What became of my Brother and Sister,
What became of those memories,
Do you hear the babies, see the rats,
Do you cry from joy or is the pain that great.
Walls of saftey that keep me safe.
Walls of life that keep me sane.
Walls of lying that keep me warm.
What became of my Brother and Sister.
Does Anyone Know?

Richard 'bluebear' Forrest

Paper Doll
Your plastic eyes search my figure,
So different from yours,
Unique and hideous,
A creature you have never seen.

You shake me violently, and turn me over,
Looking for my seam -
The place of imperfection
Where you can rip me apart and find out what I am made of.

I am different from you
And it scares you.
I have disrupted your neat order,
Your common-sense geometric world.

You hate me,
And all because I chose to be my own person,
And I am not you,
And I am not like you.

But I want to be like you...
I try to stand in your rows of paperdoll people,
And I pretend that you won't notice.
But I am always found out.

I want to be accepted...
But I refuse to be like you.
The happy medium I'm searching for
Is no where to be found.

So I sit by myself, cowering,
Hiding in the corner of our world,
Watching as the single file lines
Of paperdoll people go by.


It is a Fact
1. To be strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.
2. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.
3. To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.
4. To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.
5. To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best.
6. To be just as enthusiastic about success of others as you are about your own.
7. To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achivements of the future.
8. To wear a cherrful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.
9. To give so much time to the improvment of yourself that have you no time to critize others.
10. To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit trouble.


You What!
Winter is cold and old books collect dust.
Spring is new and my parents are getting a divorce.
Autumn brings the winds of change , and with it memories of old.
Summer will not last, my head keeps spinning , and that will last forever.
Year after year I wait for that smile, that hug, that old book full of good wishes.
Year after year, I hear my parents yelling and fighting , and promises that are not kept.
Season to Season, with tears of pain and tears of joy.
All in all I love you .

from: bluebear to all

Color is as your hands are warm
Color is the sun in the early morn
Color gives life as I give love to you
Color of red and mist of yesterday
Color me blue, I love you for al eternity
Color of love and we give each other the rainbow
Color is as your hands are warm

love from bluebear, to all