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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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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Hello my darkness

Hello my darkness it’s me again.

Awaiting warmth and deeper sin.

Goodbye light, you were too bright.

I’ll replace you now with fading sight.

Because missing you more this way.

Makes it easier not to stay.

Hello the darkness it’s been awhile.

Depression linked like perfect tile.

My old friend where have you been?

My old enemy, I cannot win.

-OM

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Force

I could push my words till they tumble and fall.

Watch them sparkle, or not at all.

Would they beckon, can you hear the call?

A clarion sound I hope you saw.

How much force would it take?

To make my words move and feel them shake.

To give them a life of their own.

To give them my life and make them shown.

-OM

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