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None Matters

The setting of the sun

Or the rising of it

None of it matters now

Now that you’ve gone

It’s A Good Day

Snuggle the pillow some more
Hide beneath the sheets
But Mr. Sun is calling
Showing radiant rays
Lovely as a gem

The morning dew kisses the leaves
As I stretch to awaken sleepy bones

Maria Michaela

It Is The Sunrise

I could go on and on and praise the sunset
But the sunrise, she calls to me
It takes great effort and great lengths for me to see her
But her orange red glow is beauty like no other

Slowly she rises, waking and waiting for all to see her
She smiles and so do I
And I let her warmth envelope me

Maria Michaela

Sun….Rise and Set

I miss you, sunrise
To feel you caress my face
You touch it gently
Embrace me warmly

You paint the sky
With colors so wonderful
Colors that I have necer seen before

I miss you, sunrise
I hope to be with you once more

Sunrise Kiss

The sunrise called me early

It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other

I miss his warm embrace, his gentle ray of sunlight

caresses my face

 

It’s been a while since we walked together

Since he has seen my face

The sunrise called me,

I miss his kiss

Up and Down

For things never stay where they are

An apple thrown falls back to the ground

And the water that falls evaporates and rises again

So shall I be.

To fall and rise once more

Your Fall

Cry until it breaks you down

Scream until your soul tires

Hold your breath until you’re blue

Do all this and let it all go

 

Break the chains that bind you

Free your mind from fear and inferiority

Barriers are meant to be blown up to bits

Let your imagination run free

 

Bruises are part of the struggle

Place a bandage and you’re good to go

They will bleed you to death

And take everything from you

My hand is here to help you up

 

A friend indeed is what I am

I will be here to catch your fall

So together we shall rise

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

-Maya Angelou-

Easter

at the break of dawn I whisked away

into that midnight sky

to meet and greet such a glorious day

and leave the lonely one behind

 

I took comfort on the clouds

and lay there waiting for the sun

while the people of Earth lay sleeping

dreaming of countless things

 

I waited for it to rise

for I wanted to be the first to say,

“The Lord has risen! Let us rejoice!”

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