Bryan Norton

What I can be has always been a part of me
A part of the heart that I never set free
Concealed in time like a distant memory
The person that I am still waiting to be
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From calm and quiet sanity
The source of my confusion
Brought riot to reality
And force behind delusion
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For miles and miles of mindless devotion
I wander this earth with one single emotion
In search of the answer to appetite sweet
And to rest on the crest when my life is complete
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The past reveals who I am
But not what others see
I paid for every promise made
The consequence came free
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Honestly, I love the way I feel when you're with me
Especially, the way you hug and kiss so tenderly
Truthfully, I tell you now and for eternity
I will hold and keep you near me, in my loving heart eternally
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I want to write a poem, she said
To share what I might say
To give my views on how to live
A new and better way
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If I should write a poem, my last
To celebrate my death
My cause would be, the common man
His life, his love, his breath
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Sometimes, in the dead of night
When all our fast asleep
We are startled awake by a loud and pernicious
Rapping sound, a bang bang banging sound
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The PURPOSE OF LIFE is to CARE-FOR-LIFE,
To CARE for ONE and ALL.

To love ONESELF and OTHERS too,
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Sometimes in the evening I gaze at the sky
I ponder the moon and the stars way up high
They sparkle and shine like a diamond-filled sea
But which little star shines for me?
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Hello my dear Father and Mother
From your distant but still loving son
I am pleased that you're reading this letter
And for all the good deeds you have done
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There was a woman named Valerie
Who stayed at home with family
She never made a brand new start
Or had to heal a broken heart
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You know, my sweet lady, I truly do say
That your love completes me in every way
You lead with a touch that is gentle and free
By which you inspire the best I can be
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Congratulations, Kerstyn, as you celebrate this hour
When you are called to be a mom and have a baby shower
The little boy that grows within will be here very soon
And on the day that he is born your heart will skip the moon
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My favorite things are the leaves of a tree
Which dance in the breeze as they flicker and flee
In the heat of the day their shade beckons me
And the shadows they cast sweep the grass silently
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I climbed a rocky hill one day
To conquer each gradation
My will became the strongest way
To match determination
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The poet is a lonely heart
A beggar with a clue
A pauper with a portly point of view
He joins the feast without a beast
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When I was but a youngster
A poem was just a poem
A little rhyme for little people too
I learned a new perspective
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There's a notion you have, that a poem should be good
And the way that you write, is a fight, understood
So you think to yourself, and you write, as you would
In a poem.
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Galapagos, o once mighty island
Rising up from the sea
Fertile, green, teeming with life
And lovely as can be
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