Golden
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Living my life like it's golden.Living my life like im chosen.I am no longer broken.I am beholden, unfolding.Say in motion like the ocean, rolling.
Those golden pools
searching, learning, wanting
I looked into your eyes
And surprisingly I found it
As the goosebumps carress my skin so strong,
You stole my breath away; you king of thieves.
The dulcet croon of love; you lure me with song.
The cold barren treesNo easy sway, but staunch in strife.No green from the leaves;No signs of life.
Mist lingers on the tree tops
Afraid to let go
Light rays dance through the air
Leaving patches of sun behind
Squeals of laughter burst through
The early morning chill
Beyond the shadowy, pitch-black night,
A new morning's beacon begins to ignite,
Now dawns a day in which you will see,
The people's will has set them free.
For all I want to give this nation,
Gravity can pull me down all he wants,
but that will not stop me from reaching the sky.
The stars are mine to own,
and the universe is my playground.
Earth is a test,
Heavy sunshine sets the leaves aflame
Until, by and by, it doth remain.
But then it cools and remains no more
At times life is golden. Made of sweet honey, a sunny afternoon, a smile, warm hugs, the perfect lemonade. When time floats, and the clouds sail serenely across the sky. Those are the highlights of life. The memories.
Modest thoughts of the earth,
Lies from man,
Tainted birth,
Headstrong lion,
Swayless will,
Powerful creature,
Powerful teacher,
Find will,
Find Love,
Nest High,
A golden picture in a silver frame,
Colors blend and become the same.
Memories mean more in the moment,
Then later in time.
Eyes like Storms,
Secrets churning in their depths.
Emotion; chained.
Encased in glacial stone.
Arrogance incarnate
In his Golden Crown.
Athena’s blessing
Behind his brow.
Some birds, kind sir, never break free of their cage.
Some birds think it nice inside the glistening, gold, columns of their prison.
In example, a Raven born into its' golden “home”,
