Sunday, October 10th, 2021

Daily Selected Poems : Taylor Newman

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Daily Selected Poems : Taylor Newman

Taylor Newman

Forever Free

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I am a storm that never ceases
and I’m its thunder, and its rain,
I’m the lyrics, that it can’t speak
tho’ I am soaked within its pain,
I am that sun that rarely shines
tho’ you can feel that he’s there,
I’m but his sad, and lonely shell
and deep pain’s all I’ve to share,
I am rhyme without the reason
at times lightening w/no storm,
can bleed out, on all yur’ pages
and I don’t bleed, like yur’ norm’,
Oh I can cut worse than a knife
my pen can cut ya’, to the bone,
or write you, straight to heaven
love ya’ like you’d, never known,
~Chorus~
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I am the rain at times you feel
tho you thought fell from the sky,
I’m its drops that hit your face
tho they fall but from these eyes,
I am the winds that gently flow
and soon then turn to hurricanes,
My heart it won’t stop bleeding
is all its pain then worth my stay,
When I leave and nothing’s left
will I have left your souls enough,
Will I be then one remembered
and will I be one that you’d loved,
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A thousand seas forever raging
within this heart I’m everyone,
I’m their currents never ceasing
I am their longing never done,
I am midnight with no mornings
I’m the dawn which never falls,
I’m the black and dead between
whom lies alone without a call,
I’m the bird outside your window
the one alone who never sings,
While but the others sing and fly
I’m all alone with broken wings,
~Chorus~
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I am the rain at times you feel
tho you thought fell from the sky,
I’m its drops that hit your face
tho they fall but from these eyes,
I am the winds that gently flow
and soon then turn to hurricanes,
My heart it won’t stop bleeding
is all its pain then worth my stay,
When I leave and nothing’s left
will I have left your souls enough,
Will I be then one remembered
and will I be one that you’d loved,
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I’m the one whom they speak of
one that holds but nothing back,
I’m the fool whose pen it bleeds
a lonely train, come off its track,
I am a soul, that’s been forsaken
I hang in black, behind blue eyes,
I’m at my end, no new beginning
while all my will then slowly dies,
I’m at depths no one can fathom
will never swim, the depth of me,
For I’m then soon to drown alone
and then I’ll be, …… “Forever Free”.
~~~~~ Forever Free ~~~~~
Written, Oct 6th, 2021
#2,031 Cat# 24-A, File# A-2,
Artwork and lyrics;
Taylor Newman
*All Rights Reserved (C) 2021*
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Hands of Fate

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She holds the hands of time
tho’ you will never see her face,
And she is times truest ruler
and her name is, Madam Fate,
Oh she can be so very good
yet bring the world to its knees,
Can’t feel her, nor touch her
not one you’ll hear smell or see,
She delivers your unknowns
brings them all to raw fruitions,
She’s every questions answer
doesn’t care about indecisions
~Chorus~
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She’s breath before you take it
your words before you speak,
She’s the mother of mere time
your every life to end or greet,
She’s but yesterday, tomorrow
which become but our todays,
And the path that leads to you
she’s every step with no delay,
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She’s the sum to your questions
tho you may not like her answer,
And her way and choice it’s final
nothin’ you say or do will matter,
She’s your end and its beginning
and the grey which lies between,
She cares not about your hearts
nor of its wishes or your dreams,
She’s the light that you can’t see
and better pray that it’s not dark,
from the day that you were born
till its end, she’ll leave her marks,
~Chorus~
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She’s breath before you take it
your words before you speak,
She’s the mother of mere time
your every life to end or greet,
She’s but yesterday, tomorrow
which become but our todays,
And the path that leads to you
she’s every step with no delay,
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And though time it’s unforgiving
she could bring time to its knees,
Tho’hands of time keep turning
if she chose all time would seize,
She is but heaven if your worthy
and tortured hell for all the bad,
She’s the reason for the hurting
yet then again, can heal the sad,
She is a child while in the street
who then was silenced by a car,
Who never saw her 6th birthday
fate intervened and left her scar,
~Chorus~
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She’s breath before you take it
your words before you speak,
She’s the mother of mere time
your every life to end or greet,
She’s but yesterday, tomorrow
which become but our todays,
And the path that leads to you
she’s every step with no delay,
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Your last breath she’ll be taking
yes she’ll decide how and when,
She’ll be there in all our endings
she’ll cling to you until your end,
And she’s that writer with a pen
who’s had enough of all his pain,
Then takes his loaded forty four
and he finally silences his brain,
She’s but the ruler of man’s time
and she never thinks to hesitate,
She is tomorrow, if she chooses
she’s the deadly, “Hands Of Fate”

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Calm Before The Storm

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Upon the tranquil ocean’s surface
tho’ seeming quiet in its calm,
There always rages deep within it
it’s other world, another song,
Though can’t see it nor can hear it
always know it’s always there,
For then without any fair warnings
rage can strike without a care,
And it’ll find you with a vengeance
it cares not then who you are,
And unforgiving among your living
needn’t run, you shan’t get far,
~Chorus~
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I am the destined rage below you
and its wisdom, too that waits,
I am a windswept code of silence
and when its time, won’t hesitate,
I am the thunder and its lightning
that strikes before you blinked,
And like an oceans fatal currents
can try to fight but still you’ll sink,
I am sweet rain, that nurtures life
and all along seem quite norm,
I’m bright light yet, also darkness
I’m the, “Calm Before The Storm”
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I’m the sweet fragile fertile winds
as through your hair I softly blow,
Yet I’m those hell sent hurricanes
that your mind’s but never known,
Within the soft, sounds of silence
listen real close and you will hear,
The very deafening loud screams
though not seen, are growin’ near,
Deep inside what’s seeming quiet
is then a place that all should fear,
It’s a place which can’t be realized
ya’ can’t see, touch smell nor hear,
~Chorus~
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I am the destined rage below you
and its wisdom, too that waits,
I am a windswept code of silence
and when its time, won’t hesitate,
I am the thunder and its lightning
that strikes before you blinked,
And like an ocean, fatal currents
can try to fight but still you’ll sink,
I am sweet rain, that nurtures life
and all along seem quite norm,
I’m bright light yet, also darkness
I’m the, “Calm Before The Storm”
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I am the rain which falls so gently
I am that dark in clouds that form,
I’m rolling thunders fatal lightning
I am the, “Calm Before The Storm”
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* Calm Before The Storm
Written August 14th, 2015
#1,589, Cat# 24-A, File# A-1
Artwork and lyrics; Taylor Newman
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Hells Own Little Angel

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Ya’ were, “Hells Own Little Angel”
you were damned from the start,
with violence all around you
then at thirteen, lost your heart,
You were robbed of all yur’ youth
were made a man at just eleven,
your innocence thrown away
raised in hell knew of no heaven,
Weaned in bloodshed and in ties
family ties bled from back east,
f- – – – n’ hard to grow up nice
when you’re raised to be a beast,
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Chorus
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I was weaned on blood, and gore
grew up a ragin’ f – – – – n’ monster,
Was bred to, fear n’ fight their way
their little angel, turned a mobster,
All the death which you’ve known
all the parts, in which you played,
Countless lives that lie before you,
every tombstone bares yur’ name,
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I was conceived within their hell
I’d never asked to live this way,
and for the rest of my damn life
the screams I still hear everyday,
Their raging hellion like no other
the only boundaries were your own,
all the blood spilled on your hands
n’ all the pain that you bestowed,
That little angel with black wings
wings they gave you from yur’ birth,
worn to grace a, Hellish monster
how ya’ fought became your worth,
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Chorus
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I was weaned on blood, and gore
grew up a ragin’ f – – – – n’ monster,
Was bred to, fear n’ fight their way
their little angel turned a mobster,
All the death which you’ve known
all the parts, in which you played,
Countless lives that lie before you,
every tombstone bares yur’ name,
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This ticking time bomb set to blow,
although your fuse did not exist,
did all your speaking with yur’ rage,
natural born killer, with yur’ fists,
Echoes so deep within yur’ mind,
the many souls that call yur’ name,
are then a sentence of this angel,
his soul shall never be the same,
This angel born within destruction
was never loved, held, or cradled,
instead their lamb led to slaughter
to be then “Hells Own Little Angel”
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Hells Own Little Angel
Written: Feb,19th, 2015
#1,678 File# 22-A, Cat#:A-3
Artwork and lyrics; Taylor Newman
☆All Rights Reserved (C) 2015☆
☆A Deep Ink Production☆

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