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The Keys To Happiness

Take time to smell the flowers,
enjoy the sun upon your face.
Celebrate life to its fullest
as if you might soon leave this place.

Treasure always your loved ones,
treat every person as a friend,
be kind to all living things;
only good thoughts should you send.

Reflect, don't dwell on the past,
live in the present all you can.
Look ahead to the future and
take hold of life with both hands.

Never lose sight of your dreams,
stay young at heart and mind,
always help those in need,
and true happiness you will find.

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One Single Kiss, a Poem For Mark

Floating in an endless sea of hopelessness
sinking steadily toward the eternal darkness
whispered promises of the overwhelming abyss
Yet, saved from it all by One Single Kiss.

Heart and soul, both, laid bare to all
brought on by my self-induced fall
unable,or unwilling, to hear my rescuer's call
Still, One Single Kiss mended it all.

Fear and depression combining into one
no strength left to face a new day's sun
heartache ending all desire to have fun
But, One Single Kiss, and that was all gone.

Unable to sleep either day or night
unable to remember my soul being light
all desires and dreams - lost from sight
And it took One Single Kiss to set it right.

Feeling unloved, by even myself
unable to trust myself as well
every minute, lived in the bowels of Hell
But I found out that One Single Kiss was all that could help.

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The World Comes Round Full Circle

Moonlight, both old and young
glows eternal in Her cycle -
creating tides, both weak and strong;
and the world comes round full circle.

Existence, being life and death
so continues the Human struggle.
The sun rises in the East and sets in the West;
and the world comes round full circle.

The grass grows green and tall from rain
then sacrifices it's life as fodder.
Animals grow fat from eating the grain,
and the world comes round full circle.

Emotions rapidly change from love to hate
as they temper the human Spirit.
Knowledge and wisdom ripen with age
and the world comes round full circle.

All sorrow retreats with the setting sun
as we celebrate a newborn eve -
reveling in experience, all beings as one -
and the world comes round full circle.

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Upon Entering the Mind of An Eagle

The mountains rise and fall with every climb and dive.
It is good to soar through the air, actually feeling alive.
Outstretched, my wings measure four feet which helps me glide on the breeze.
I fly across a blue horizon, reveling in a world that is carefree.
Gliding over a deep, dry canyon, I spot some easy prey.
I swoop down to seize it, ever so quickly, so it cannot get away.
I take my prey back to my nest high upon the mountain peak.
I lay it gently onto the twigs then rip into it with my beak.
I can taste the salty taste of warm blood in my mouth.
Warming all my insides, heating me inside – out.
I finish my meal and again, I take flight.
I soar off into a sunset that will soon turn into night.

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The World Not Found

Ethereal is the moonlight
piercing through the clouds.
Knowing are the stars,
who are forever smiling down.
Black is the darkest night
as she slumbers in her abyss.
Sweet is the breeze that blows
soft and gentle as a kiss.
Graceful is the flora
as it waltzes in the breeze.
Serene are the waters
of even the wildest of seas.
Kind are the spirits of all
never seeking to harm another.
Fertile are the lands
yielding bounties like no other.
Unblemished are the days
containing the bluest of skies.
Unheard of are the pains
familiar in all our lives.
Peaceful are the dreams
of all humankind.
Perfect is the world
that we have yet to find.

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Ode To Those This Poem Fits

How can you call yourself human
when you don't resemble one in the least.
  You open your mouth to say something
and putrid filth spews forth into the streets.
  Your head has been mutated by your own design
with all your hatred and your closed little mind.
  You act like you are above the people you meet
and you judge them all by your twisted beliefs.
  You preach about being fair, loving & caring
you nag about living life straight & honestly.
  The people who know you are questioning why
because they see you living a life filled with lies.
  Hipocracy, is the God of your world, it seems
it's your way or no way - there is no in-between.
  Fair has no meaning in that small mind of yours
how you treat others is quite par for your course!
  Do not look down your damned nose at me
I will still be who and what I want to be.
  Your actions and words are separating us - see
already, you have created an abyssmal chasm between you & me!

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The Damned

Pale as a corpse, she seems to be;
her spirit and soul, both, cold and empty.
Too long ago, she had rejected her faith.
She, now, is imprisoned in the form of a wraith.
Her spirit, cursed to dwell forever encased
where she denounced beliefs she had once embraced.
The blasphemous words with which she cursed
are now destined, never, to be reversed.
In her God’s anger she was struck down,
her final rest shall never be found.
She dwells in sorrow day and night,
never again embraced by the all-healing light.
Haunting, for eternity, in her woodland tomb;
her soul had strayed and shall ever be doomed.
Trapped inside an immortal nightmare,
for all to see, her soul was laid bare.
Destined never to leave this place,
her soul and surroundings are in sad disgrace.
When night is in its darkest hour
and the rain falls in a melancholy shower -
the wind, it seems to cry as well 
and still, she exists in her solitary Hell.