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.

Go you down this life's path.
Do not incur the social wrath.
Seek out others, unlike you.
Gather together. It's what to do.
Be like the Phoenix, arise in the flame.
Complete the circle and do it again.

If I say, "I love you"
do not worry. Do not fret,
for these are words of compassion,
which state a feeling, and yet,
they are composed with emotion,
until our Personal Sun will set.

I hope
I do
not linger
when life
gives me
the finger.
Doing this
I've said,
it's time
to go.
My bed
awaits me,
over there,
so now
I must
surely be
gone from
here and
must flee,
this life
without thee.

The black cloak of night
descends on this World, ours
and moonlight may come again
as the Moon fights with the Stars.
Are we creatures of the dark?
Do we keep our voices hidden?
Can we not be friends again
or must our friendship be ridden.
Rid us of the hate we have
for others who do not look
the same as us.
Before long we all will be riding
on this excuse of a fairness bus.

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A story from me,
a story to you,
for life's goals
are old; not new.
Take charge
of your life.
Revisit anew,
be there for others,
be there for you.

The strength of your will
is stronger, with life's desire.
Light a flame, in your heart,
set the World on fire.

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I heard the Sirens call,
when I first went to sea.
I'm hearing it once more,
as she is searching for me.
A mournful sound, as I recall.
There was nothing there to see,
except to know in my heart,
she will soon be finding me.
Should I hide away from here?
Will she let me flee,
or go to the Earth's end,
to capture the Soul of me?
I now dream of sleepless nights
when I was last at sea,
knowing when the Siren calls,
it may be the end of me.

How do words, dull as they are,
become sharper than razor knives,
when said with your tongue;
become so hateful, at least to me.
For the words which can be said,
may case much love or be painfully
hurtful, no matter the day or time,
when said in passion,
washed down with wine.