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A Turning Sky
Have you watched the sky turn?
From a clear blue day to night,
Have you felt a sunsets burn?
As it absorbs the light.
It filters through a range of colours
From blue and green to red,
It's nice to hear a sunsets mutters
As t calms you ready for bed.
Advice
I look to God
For advice,
And only receive
A grain of rice.
Does this mean
That all you do,
Is search your heart
To find a clue?
God looks on
His watching eye,
From far above
In the sky.
Feel his presence
And be guided,
To your path
Which is lighted.
Clear View
Do you hate it when your parents go on and on?
Ever just want to scream at the top of your lungs?
I do everyday and it really gets me down.
I just wish the complaining would stop.
I could relax knowing everything will sort itself out.
But it's never that easy and sometimes gets worse.
That's not the way it should be, it should be calm.
Things should be spoken about, not screamed.
But then I guess there is another side.
Make sure it's clear and there's nothing in the way.
Having a clear view of life is easier with a clear home.
Having space to think and spread out.
Like seeing your thoughts bouncing off the blank walls.
Being given new ideas that are expandable.
And having progression in sight ready to grasp.
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What Do You Hear?
Can you hear your surroundings?
Can you hear the wind?
Can you hear the sea crashing?
Or the birds beginning to sing?
There is no sound that can be heard
As the streets are filled with silence,
It kills the birds and their music
It prevents there from being violence.
Life
The mind is a maze
Full of many doors,
Which one to take
The decision is yours.
Your path in life
Is not laid out,
Each choice made
Leads a different route.
Every possible path
Has a different end,
So each injury gained
Has a wound to tend.
Peep
I'm sittig in darkness
Thinking of nothing
The baby's asleep
Not a peep.
I feel so lonely
I feel so tired
No-one hears me
Not a peep.
I enter my head
My open space
The world passes by
Not a peep.
My heart is broken
Nothing can fix it
Feelings locked up
Not a peep.
A single word
Gives me a smile
A little fluster
Peep.
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Silence
Silence
It is the essence of thought.
It shares ideas without a whisper.
It is the key to humanity.
It makes you feel free in your heart.
Just listen.
Silence
Return From War
I wonder what you're thinking now
And whether it's of me,
I've not seen you in so long
Alive I want you to be.
Come home soon and be unharmed
War is a harsh place,
It would make me so happy
Just to see your face.
I hear only little of it
And hope that you are safe,
The stories I don't like to hear
Speak only of death and hate.
I want to know you're alright
So come home to me,
I'll be waiting for your return
So away from the war you'll be.
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