Every decision made today, must be made again tomorrow.
Sunrise in late April,
the first warm days of spring.
I'm lost in a sea of traffic,
creeping slowly into town.
So many take this day for granted,
I see them all around.
I think of all that I would do,
if only I had more time.
The things that I would give away,
if I just had more that was "mine."
I think how I'd get organized,
finally getting my life right.
Each day is a decision,
to do a little at a time.
First to change my attitude,
then to change my mind.
I guess I have already started,
I see that hopeful ray of light.
Now I just wait and wonder,
How long until my soul gets it right.
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There is a moment
Brief and silent
Just before sleep
Before the dream
Souls seem to drift
Without light or dark
Awaiting the depth
A sleep silent and stark
The body relaxes
There is no longer a fight
To stay in the conscious
Or to look for the light
We drift off in silence
Like a sunset unseen
Deep in our souls
We live out our dreams
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It is only friendship that you share
Be sure that is the only tie he
seriously acknowledges between
you and him.
Don't make him the object of your fine
feelings, your raptures, agonies
and so forth.
Be too self-respecting to lavish the love
of your whole heart, strength and soul
where such a gift is not wanted and
would be despised.
Yet, he has a force to influence
a spell to attract.
Every good, true, vigorous feeling you have
gathers impulsively around him.
You must remember, that he cannot care
as much for you.
Yet, while you breathe, and think
you love him.
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Fear will kill your dreams, even if you're not asleep.
Impossible to know,
if this is just a dream.
Like a scary picture show,
with a blood curdling scream.
I feel myself, running fast,
trying to get away.
Hoping that my strength will last,
and I will see another day.
I don't know what is chasing me,
this terrible thing I dread.
I look and look, but fail to see,
what I feel could leave me dead.
I really can't define it still,
this fear I have inside.
It gives me such a terrible chill,
and it makes me want to hide.
I feel it grab my arm,
and release a deafening scream,
then I turn off the alarm,
thankful it was just a dream.
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Sunshine on my face
waking up, in your grace
feeling fresh, new, alive
I love that first sunray
it wakes me up, starts my day
feeling I can grow, learn, strive
The coolness of the first spring rain
brings me joy, and hope again
feeling pure, clean, revived
The coldness of winter has gone away
The warmth of spring, here to stay
feeling blessed, that I survived
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