Your Happy Sunrise

Your Happy Sunrise

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Everyone knows that you hurt

Unbearable pain

But you still rise every morning

Just to see the sun rise

That one thing fills your heart

Making the pain go away

And brining a smile to your face

If only the sun could always rise

Your life would be happy again

© Poem – IV/XXX/MMXXII

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Messy Hair

Messy Hair

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Messy hair means a lot to me

It takes a special kind of person

You do not spend hours before a mirror

It does not matter what people say

So, let the winds blow

Throw your brush out of the window

And run your fingers through it

It does not matter anymore

You are you and you are perfect

© Poem – IV/XXIX/MMXXII

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A Little Girl

A Little Girl

By Lord R.e. Taylor

A little girl

Travelling the world

With just on finger

One word at a time

© Poem – IV/XXIX/MMXXI

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We Walked The Tracks

We Walked The Tracks

By Lord R.e. Taylor

It used to be so much fun

Walking the rails

Going for miles and miles

Without ever seeing a train

Every track eventually crossed a bridge

Walking with a little more caution

It was only then a train would come

Our heart started beating faster

There is no sense running

Our lives became jump or die

We did the only thing we could

Broken legs, cuts, and bruises later

We still walk the tracks

We still cross the bridges

I guess we will never learn

© Poem – IV/XXVII/MMXXII

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Death’s Messenger

Death’s Messenger

By Lord R.e. Taylor

For hundreds of years

The same stories have been told

Warnings of a fated death

Haunting you as you go through life

They are there whenever you look

Watching you and waiting

They know the moment you will die

And they are there to take you

Crying and pleading will not help

You are not going to have a choice

Death’s messenger is there for you

And it will not fail

© Poem – IV/XXVI/MMXXII

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Do Not Enter

Do Not Enter

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Everywhere you go

Signs tell you want to do

Stop, go, wait and many more

Most make at least some sense

But some are light red buttons

‘Do not enter’ all over the place

Danger lurks behind the sign

So many people know better

They know those signs hide secrets

Secrets not meant to be fun

But they usually are

© Poem – IV/XXIV/MMXXII

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Dance

Dance

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Free your magic

Feel the beat

Dance only for yourself

© Poem – IV/XXIII/MMXXII

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