Oziyon Le Dawn Living In The Sun Poem by Oziyon LeDawn

These poems are a part of me. I am using words to reach deep inside the soul of people to reach the understanding's and changes of life.I express various of emotions hope the reader feels them Oziyon Le Dawn
Love, Faith and Peace
December 9 2011



Love is

Only a fool can say; love is like a whisper because emotions scream and its expression's can be heard forever. You see; you won't live to know it; if fears hold you back from showing it. Every story might not end like you attended; impressions are described in the adjectives of feelings. Holding on to the verbs of pain can get weary, holding you back from nouns and opportunity. So know this with every heart quiver, heartache will come and sometimes a little heart breaks. Love is a chance that comes from those who are willing; Life is that dice we kiss before rolling and faith is that belief of he that hope so just keep going, carry on, move it alone and love.
You see some would say love is like a complicated chemical and when figuring out the measures we can make some errors. The reactions of actions to the substance of matters can cause heart conflict. Binding emotions can be a little tricky, it can be a mystery; its composition can cause condensation.. Love is a chance that comes from those who are willing; Life is that dice we kiss before rolling and faith is that belief of he that hope so just keep going, carry on, move it alone and love.
You see; you must not regret it, every heart gets weary from the journey. Traveling the tales of trails may tear you but don't let it disturb you because time will heal you.. Love is a chance that comes from those who are willing; Life is that dice we kiss before rolling and faith is that belief of he that hope so just keep going, carry on, move it alone and love.



Oziyon Le Dawn: written 12-9-2011 
Time Self (Theo Smith)

Stumbling steps greeted a searching heart whom had a situation of skeletons inside. The storm within could no longer be sheltered but still shaken legs wanted to run away while shattered dreams stood still in sorrow. At that moment on that stage, sparked the story of a solar heart expedition in the scenes of simplicity with some ice cream. It seemed as if our hearts had finally found their solution and we danced under the stars as we defined the colors of tradition. That portrait forever painted in my mind of distant shadows of dusty legs and pony tails because time holds evidence of opportunity self, memories inside the heart; time holds evidence of opportunity pass.

Time holds that decade that seems like a century from that galaxy we passed. Lost pieces lay in the fields of wonder and chances. My questions for you still remain in good wishes. Did you find or did you fail, did you fight or did you fly? Did you learn that time only heals that we can make well and that only fools follow empty promises. Unshakeable emotions, of tangible feelings, from the empathy of or pass thoughts. How can my heart labor on without you? So in my skies I place your star above all others; for this vision is my picture framed in my heart tails because time holds evidence of opportunity self, memories inside the heart; time holds evidence of opportunity pass.

I often wonder do you think of me, time seems to still the smile in yesterday memories. I can recall the time we shared and I often wonder if you really cared. History heart holds the tie's of yester day's pass. The dog days from yester years leave bones behind. From those distant shadows I have learned how to color all my grays. Untraveled skies have now arrived for me and an absent smile is here in my heart. For that fallen star I caught and raised my hand to the sky, I watched it fly. It now belongs to the ages and his story is in these few lines because time holds evidence of opportunity self, memories inside the heart; time holds evidence of opportunity pass.

Oziyon Le Dawn: written on 01-01-2009

 
Time steals his seconds from yesterday


Time catches every men, it never turns; he keeps slowly moving along maintaining a steady pace. Still moving like the wind he whispers by as he tolls and takes from heart memories. We carry the bags of every minute capturing some scenes and storing the memories in our luggage of dreams. Time weighs the feeling of a changing story for tomorrow he leaves his miles behind. The treads make tracks in my soul taking pieces of me with him leaving traces in trails of tears. Time he is a steady roll, tick he moves along like a flowing stream, tock there goes another toll. From that time we shared prints remain present in my heart. Time measuring the waits of empty rain, making puddles that never dry away and capturing the hidden treasures today. For time steal his seconds from yesterday to bring gifts today.

Oziyon Le Dawn written: 10-14-2010

 
My Heart is your Show (Cards of Chance)





Two hearts on the scene one slowly parts while the other tries desperately to stay in the roll, hold on to your lines as the wind blows and dawn sets on the scene while the movie fades away. We try to recapture the thriller at the begging, remembering every line as the sun rise on a southern view. This roll is not for the meek, so we cherish the character that is willing to chance his circumstances and say his line. If it is my time then I will play the roll and accept these feelings. My heart is your show; even a fool knows that love is a roll that is too hard to play if the character can't trump the act.



Sometimes the rolls we choose turn around and lose us. Leaving you at a standstill and hoping for a better hand. In life we cut diamonds chasing spades and looking for reason. We just can't see in new seasons the scene will have a turnabout. We find out clubs are really clovers with a different shade. So if this is true then I still have a finale act; the climax, I will play the King of hearts! My heart is your show; even a fool knows that love is a roll that is too hard to play if the character can't trump the act.

Oziyon Le Dawn: written on: 12-29-2010


 
Short Story (Love will find a way to tame you)



I know that you got some place you have to be but sit down and listen to this short story. There was a young lion that wanted the world. Went from mad jungles, through dungeons to the top of the wild lands. From a Prince of wonder to the king of ruins a Diamond cut from the rocks. He went from; slums to a palace and from naive to neglectful as his street future grew. But then the clouds came about to rain in his soul and now the pack can only talk about the way he ruled, "O" they say "his mane use to shine so bright." You can hear the people talk about a young lion the world never got a chance to gaze upon because he only ruled for a season. You see the hunters came around and took his mane. So you tell me did he sparkle just a little too long or did he burn out before he really had a chance to shine? This one thing I know for sure in this is true in the galaxy of destiny a fallen star never dies.
Oziyon Le Dawn: Written 07-08-1999

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