A New Day, A New Life
Those depressed Imitate darkness There are aspiring poets Praying for old days To begin new lives
Overwhelmed, But not discouraged This morning renders the world unfamiliar It’s up to you The sun so bright
A new day, A new life
Optimistic ones Breathe like me While the ill-favored Try desperately to find shelter Cloudy days Claim old lives
Torn, But not broken The dark hours have no aid to mend It comes down to you Morning devours midnight
A new day, A new life
Those depressed Reach out of the darkness Ill-favored people are people still Through the days In many lives
Cold, But not bitter This morning angels have been given immortality It’s now or never The sun so bright
A new day, A new life
A New Heart Was Created To Nicholas
A new heart was created Out of my love Our passion for each other Gave this heart its inaugural beat This heart in perfect moderation Pumps out an immense amount Of love Eyes on the face of our little boy Bright Innocent With this new heart And its new beat Our little boy Out of my love Uncharted days will soon become Beaten paths To savored memories Eyes on the face of our little boy On fire with the desire To experience With his new heart So small Out of my love Our passion for each other Gave this new heart Its beat
The Poet
The poet stands small But stern Fewer pages to burn Than nicotine filtered through Fiberglass The poet has a plan to put the World back on its feet This upside down way of life Is no good on the mind Blood rushing early morning Hours spent going nowhere The poet wears his heart on His sleeve Glancing at the poet will Promote consideration for God at the dinner table praying The nights continue to come The days continue in good fortune The poet refuses mortality Will look death in the face And walk on in good taste Blocks paced in everlasting thought Anything can be done The poet refuses to run Streetwise with eyes that have seen Lovers fade God is raising angels One stage at a time The nights continue to sparkle The days continue in warm reminisce Happiness in worldly bliss The poet will offer a kiss To beauty waiting with puckered lips Blood rushing early morning Moments spent in perfect love The poet is reciting a poem Lend an ear Gather in humble presence The poet requires an audience Ghosts and angels Welcomed into a crowded room Endless capacity More pages to fill Than the dead lying still The poet remains poetic Walking amongst the poet will Promote consideration for God at the breakfast table praying The days continue to come The nights continue in good fortune
Seeds.Trees.Fruit.
Seeds become the trees that bear the Fruit that keep us wise While closing our eyes Darkness decorates the night As the stars gather The moon is hung just right We may wake And be guided by the moons light
Seeds become the trees that bear the Fruit that keep our blood flowing While the children continue growing Poets decorate blank pages As the ink gathers Thoughts escape the minds cages We continue in warm consideration Guided by forefathers of all ages
Seeds become the trees that bear the Fruit that keep us godly While angels continue heavenly Mothers decorate the earth As nature delivers its seasons The eves of the world give birth We all pass on In spiritual rebirth
Seeds become the trees that bear the Fruit that keep us wise While opening our eyes The morning decorates darkness with its light As clouds flutter by The sun is hung just right We may take on a new day And be inspired by the suns’ might
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