Self

Why can’t I be fully happy. And learn to love what I love. Place the past in a burning tower. And watch the smoke rise up above.

Come peaceful self by accepting self. God looks down when we cower. Yet I look up, always up. Watching the sky each hour.

-OM

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Succumb

I feel an anger in my midst.

Or is it a complacency that I dismiss.

An awakening of feelings to become.

As feelings churn like a rising sun.

Can this rage feel so warm?

Like a boiling egg I grab too soon.

Dare to crack the surface made.

And succumb to the price that’s paid.

-OM

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I

I wipe emotion from my eyes.

And watch it dry inside.

A teardrop never lies.

As it slowly melts and dies.

There’s a tremble in disguise.

And slowly I surmise.

That love never really sighs.

It just blossoms in the sky.

-OM

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Life

One day I’ll drift away into the coming day. I’ll look back, try to look back, against the coming fray.

I hope to smile and send some hope as I fly about. Not to change the coming fate of foregone distant route.

I’ll try to send a happy thought, a message of hope and love. To those I’ll miss and those I’ll watch as I hopefully go above.

And if instead the darkness comes at least I’ve seen the light. Of those I love and the ones I’ll miss, worth the loss of sight.

-OM

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