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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A tear once given

I saw it from afar.

A shimmer like a star.

It caused something emotionally.

As if someone were close to me.

A building of regret.

Like a lake of summerset.

Glistening with drying words.

Waves of bitterness sworn.

As I walked upon that shore.

My feet seemed to drag more and more.

I finally realized this was living.

And these were tears, a tear once given.

-OM

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She

She’ll cry a thousand cries but never shed a tear.

I’ll wait for her a million moments or maybe just a year.

It’ll come, will it come, our time just to be.

Away from what takes us away, our love will never flee.

We dance the night, come stay the night, laying fears to rest.

I hold her hand, we finally hold hands, and find our very best.

Come stay with me and we’ll finally be better than an unshed tear.

Looking back, don’t look back, walk forward just to be.

-OM

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