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It’s a New Day

The morning has broken Dew falls off the leaves drip, drip, dripping onto the grass the sun have arrested the dark light it’s the eve of your smile

The morning has broken in my mind I can hear you whisper my soul listens to every word I see your lips move, my eyes wide open it is the eve of my fantasy

The morning has broken and ohhhh what a tangled web I weave, when my soul I chose to reveal but then again why should I let my truth imprison me. It’s the eve of my salvation

The sunset have broken And still I hear you whisper. It’s your enduring spirit that keeps me warm. It’s the scent of your hair that keeps me awake it’s the eve of my damnation

The morning will break again. I anticipate and my emotions come out of the darkness and the world can see how I feel it is the eve of everlasting love.

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Beauty my Salvation

It is what it is
The truth as we see it
This beauty is not just skin deep
Beyond the brown eyes
Beyond the pink mystery
Beyond the smile
There is a gracefulness
That none other have captured
I see it every day
Translucent in its glory
Spiritual in its simplicity
Relaxing in its complexity
Yet here it is
Right here in this chair
Looking up at me
For a moment
I am standing at the white gates
Waiting for judgment
This beauty is the salvation

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The real me

Sleep is my escape, my temporary salvation

For being awake is my state of conscious death

I am at the gates of heaven without a key

No St Peter to welcome me, no bible, no testimony

Wake me up when the world is dark

I refuse to see what it has to offer

Here in this sleep is where I am closest to death

Closer to heaven, closer to the hell

This is my purgatory, the place where my spirit struggles

This is where my fears engulfs my soul

For I am not afraid of man nor his systems

Nor am I afraid of his religion

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This Beauty

It is what it is
The truth as we see it
This beauty is not just skin deep
Beyond the brown eyes
Beyond the pink mystery
Beyond the smile
There is a gracefulness
That none other have captured
I see it every day
Translucent in its glory
Spiritual in its simplicity
And here it is
Here in this chair
Looking up at me
I am standing at the white gates
Waiting for judgment
This beauty is the salvation

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Salvation’s Door

The morning has broken
and ohhhh what a tangled web I weave, when my soul I chose to reveal
but then again why should I let my truth imprison me.
It’s the eve of my salvation