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I have written words,
some coarse, some fine
and found some words,
which are Divine.
Words, which promise
riches and fame.
Words for each of
you to stake out
your personal claim.
A claim to promise,
honor and to obey,
your life's partner
in every way.

The blade is sharp,
like a young mind.
No empathy for others,
just a mind most unkind.

I will write you words, on this day,
to help you understand work vs. play.
There is much work, when we get paid
by performing a task or something we made;.
There are other tasks, which you can do,
as volunteering to others, to name a few.
When we play, it relaxes our Soul,
as we repeat and repeat this hyperbole.

What happens tomorrow
can happen today,
for all of the words
will soon go away.

Run where others fear to walk.
Make your life action, not just talk.
Speak for all who are in need.
Every day is yours to do a good deed.

Great rivers of hope,
flow to the Sea,
where the ebb and flow,
will always be.

Life is our river,
although we don't see,
how our personal actions,
and how they effect me.

May life's journey be long,
with partners like thee,
as our life becomes one,
and one becomes we.

When there are days of love,
there will be no days of sorrow,
for all of the days of yesterday,
will be back again, tomorrow.
Yesterday has gone away
and today will be the morrow.
Look thee back, on those days,
finding the memories to borrow,
making this life a better one,
of happiness, without the sorrow.

Want not of life
which you may not deserve.
Take care of others.
All whom you now serve.

Be a good soldier,
the thoughts in my head
as you stay the course,
for what lies ahead.

A ray of light.
The light so fine,
comes from my heart,
this heart of mine.

A ray of light,
will fade in time,
reflecting all to see,
the light is thine.

All the love in
this World divine,
will stay with you
as Auld Lang Sine.

It was big.
It was dark,
blotting out the Sun.
I was cornered here,
no where to run.
The fear which comes
to you, on a lonely night,
is yours to deal with,
Yours to fight.

My mind is shredded,
no clear thoughts appear.
All jumbled up words,
is all I can hear.
What to do now,
for I cannot flee
from the words
which are haunting me.

Walk the path
after tomorrow is gone.
Speak not a word,
sing not a song.
Music will settle
the beast within,
unless, of course
it is not
a Mortal Sin.
Exhale it now.
Rid your lungs
of the musty air;
the ancient dust.