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2006
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The Sun Rises With One More Soul In Heaven Beauty dances in the sunrise. A blacken sky broken by a distant purple haze. The stars begin to retreat; The moon, tired and worn, fades away. And I, a bystander watching, Astounded by nature's beauty- Cannot escape tears as The purple continues to grow, the black night retreating. Summon the orange streams, While the cool air begins to blow, gently and pure; The air, crisp and new. The first golden rays burst from the horizon. And I cannot, but continue to cry In your memory, in the distant where you stay- Up in the Heavens, where my prayers and memories fly. Like fireworks and it's grand finale, the sun rises- Shooting and cracling every moment. And if you look close enough now, You can see the blue skies beginning to come into clear focus. Good morning, sun. Good morning, new day born from darkness. You've finally come into view. You've finally made the lonely night go away; Full of mourning and heartache. Scarcely, is there any purple or orange left in the sky But all the warmth and joy is here As a new day begins And life goes on without one more soul on earth. Life goes on, the sun rises again. |
Hollowed Center You were made of wood When I met you You were young, fresh, and smelling of oak And I, an unnurtured soul, Convinced you to take me under your wing To make me something strong and resilent To stand the test of time Even in the slash and burn of forests around me I begged you to preserve me in your memories To connect our souls in a universe filled with so much space And we did... 7 years long. I grew and became a diamond in the rough Unbeatable, unbreakable But you had become a tired, old fool when I left Silenced by cowardness and immobility You had become hollow in your center Growing larger and larger by the day. But I continued on, in your memory Forever etched inside of me Hoping that in those rings of 7 You would at least remember me Before your kind becomes extinct |
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Glory to Me To the roaring thunder I can hear you screaming Courage souring Bubbling and boiling Within me, ready To explode, to break free, to destroy My voice... Finally coming to me Higher, Louder My strength Building, tensing No one can stop me as I climb Each step higher; each step taller My back thrown straight My chest puffed out Here I come, ready to prove That you were wrong about me I could climb I was ready No one places me in a box And assumes I am dead I am ressurected And ascending into glory Oh, you fools Grovel and kneel before me For I have won, and you have fallen, angel |
Self-Doubt Beyond the white foam stars I find myself gazing Wondering of dreams and hopes to be Do they live and breathe within me? For as the moon climbs the black smucken hole The waiting becomes wasting Slowly discovering, that bits and pieces are falling and crumbling Turning from what was patient and pure into something ugly Dispicable Yucky Is there something beyond in space Besides the voided vacuum of nothing? Is there more to this dark life than the here and now? For each second that passes, something is lost Time - for a worth while proposition- But instead, we make other considerations- Thoughts of moments, brilliance of originality- Lost and gone to that which cannot be prevented. Do I doubt in anger that existence is helpless to occur? Or, do I realize that - to think, is to be; to know, is to be aware? |
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Snow and Serenity Forgiviness is a fool; Believing in fairies and magical dust, Having hope in people who have failed before, Betting against all odds And proving time and time again That humanity doesn't deserve your time. Like a gentle snow fall on a cold, late winter afternoon, Just as we think the storm has ended, The sun peaks through the thinnest clouds in the sky And the snow continues to fall, after all; Creating a serenity that baffles the mind Because the sun forces you to stop And the snow, quiet and slow, soothes you to your soul. Is this someone's miracle wish and the rest of us are bystanders? Will a rainbow appear? Will a shooting star kiss the sky? Do harden hearts really find ways to soften? Is it possible to turn back the clock and change history; To change all the bad to good? I'm sorry, but history is written on a cold, hard stone. But, the snow can fall while it's sunny outside. People can forgive after years of silence and abandonment. We can't forget, that after we die Nothing stops the world from orbitting and spinning. There's no second chance to capture that happily ever after. We mourn our lost, and forget its existence to live on. So, Forgiviness, as foolish as you are You shine the light when the night is dark, You give us hope that hearts can heal, You give us that second chance to reconnect And salvage whatever snow we can grab To build a snowman, together at last, on this bright sunny afternoon. |
