My Voice

My voice, through it was my first lie.
But now you see me pass on the venom as my tongue rolls and dances with less lies.
And now,
My voice is sounding like hope it'self
I pray it never goes a stray.
Though today i let it appreciate my future before it's past fame

She now holds messages that fly past all my thoughts.
Trusted it may sound,
Knowledgeable it may stand,
But that is and will remain my voice.

My voice,
she won't forever remain a dream,
But a dream with messages that you need to know.
Dreams to destinations that you will forever need to crop.
Because, my tongue is still tasting the same as my voice.

Oh my sweet and good voice,
She is my only hope
That still sets pace for the breaks of dawn or dusk that are yet to stay
But just like my dreams, i want my voice to witness my tomorrows.
As i let it reveal a poem that will forever grow so older than your sorrows.

By: Isaac Opeero
The Poetic Flow
A Word Of Hope

It's A New Day

I feel bad today
because, headache is back again
I know you just can't trace my pains
when its all about hate
Dark is my skin but still not bright is my day
It's still dark that i only sigh with hopes
rays and beams as i pray.

It's yes a new day
Just heal my pains
am tired of that lustful hate
I you watched what happened the other day
I got cheated and left as they laughed at my brains

Oh good lord
Help me overcome all these pains.
Am just so close to liars
who feel my simple success can be exchanged for a night mare
Trace the annoyance in them
turn it into a crave to see my success
My prayer is young
let your heavens get loved with what is in my brain

Oh lord, it's a new day
wash me clean
so i can see your worth all days
My road today is so close to hate
I pray that only Hope remains in my brain.
let me show my hope in my fate.
Shed off the young cancer of hate.

By:Isaac Opeero
The Poetic Flow
A Word Of Hope.