It can start as an ache
or a choke on the intake
It becomes something you make
even, a reason to bake
But it could turn out to be fake
worn with no give, only take
Then havoc will wreak
where, all for its sake
a vital part begins to break
until the day you awake
to the monstrous mistake
and simply, give it the shake
Tin man’s at it again
heart-hunting for one
soft, tender, a little too big
no matter if it’s scarred
it could be the vessel to harbor
the hollow echo of his being
I’ve heard horror stories
of his heart lynchings
I hide mine deep within
for fear he may spy
the swelling of my chest
or notice the look of
with-all-your-might
love on my face while
my heart, the prey
of his emptiness
lies in wait
to be ripped apart
Let go of before
Today you have been reborn
Just open your eyes
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Morning comes to you
The chance to begin anew
Embrace it with joy
Time just slipped away
it occurred one night or day
now he’s lost, they say
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Not one is ever old
as each becomes the new
and if the truth be told
the happy is up to you
So remember the best things
from the one before
and as in, it begins to ring
just add on a whole lot more
Then even if you need look back
perhaps in grateful retrospect
there should be no noticeable lack
for any could be the best one yet
The wishes are never for sadness
with confetti, hugs, kisses, and fun
all this expands the gladness
as in celebration, the new year has begun
HAPPY NEW YEAR !
HAPPY 2012 !
It began in celebration of a boy
father and mother filled with living joy
Thus, the gift of one child
taught others how to give
and for those who looked closely
shed light on the way to live
following on a journey
in search of a dream land
where miracles are born
where peace is at hand
This gift, this child, was sent
so others could learn to care
this love, the greatest gift, will shine on
each time we make the choice to share
So give of your time
give, so you can take part
give freely of yourself
then love will fill up your open heart
Never searched for the limelight
though I still might
shine
sometimes
like sunshine, warm and bright
or become some starlight
twinkling
eyes blinking
But I choose heartlight
buried, out of sight
glowing
ever flowing
all day, then like a nightlight
hoping I just might
be a guide
while I reside
to set things upright
in love’s true light
its ways divine
not silver, not golden, nor lime
just true, and pure white
