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I was once intoxicated to live life wearing my scars and fears like a badge.
The storm that had  clouded my mind had cleared
After I met some teachers who brought me to a sunnier part of life's road, in which to start, that many had feared.
I started to walk upon.
I caught glimpses of a more clearer picture. A brighter future..Sunnier days in which to live....
Throwing away my badge of dishonor, I donned a new badge of believing...

In myself,my big heart, and in those who bring me up....
Back from the ashes...
I decided to believe in greater causes than my own short comings. to "relive."
each day is now a newer birth. A fresher and newer start.
In which my soul can strengthen
as I started each day as if it were the first and every first day of my life.
A bright light that shines from me now.
As my head clears and I feel my heart beat strong...
I feel my strength rising from a more clearer eyed view and truer heart.
Days are to be cherished, looked to as a miracle, and not as repeats to dreadful times. Where we were at our weakest.
Now, as we design newerer structures...
for our paths in which we walk..
We become whole, healthier, and converse in clearer ways as in when we wish to talk.
We put our plans into motions.
As plans are just that droplets in life's thoughtful oceans....
However, walking the walk and performing the construction leaves us inspired.
As we not only build for ourselves, we build for us and the house to shelter all we hold dear around us.
It is a beautiful and sweet singing gift as sung by our soul's corus.
Nova Born Dec 2017
The Grieving have no words
to tell what they feel
what they have seen
the things they thought
to be distant realities
impossible
suddenly right there
in there face
A bolt of lightning in a cloudless sky

So they play the music for the ones
they love
that are dead
Low notes
high notes
there perfect corus
of screaming
of hopelessness
of a future torn

of a Moonless Night
of a Grey Grass
of a bear Apple Tree,
It's fruit now only producing
what they told themselves
and the reality
trying to solve
and comprehend
the other
2nd part to The Song of The Dead

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