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My heart breaks, for those whom hurt.
My heart breaks, for those whom do without.
My heart breaks, for all whom are Lonely.
My heart breaks, for all whom have depression.
My heart breaks, for those whom die too young.
My heart breaks, for those whom have no one.
My heart breaks, for those whom no voice.
My heart breaks, for all whom has been rejected.
My heart breaks, for those whom need to be loved.
Hello sunny day
Melt the wax figurines
that pass my way
Erase the demons of  plasticity , ignite paper
causing harm and misery
Shine across rolling valleys
of piedmont greenery
Turn the crayons of a child into free flowing color , images unlike any other
May they brighten and cover the world
May the sails of imagination be unfurled*..
Copyright February 26 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Feb 2017 Gaffer
beth fwoah dream
you are jealous,
you are jealous,
you are jealous....

gorgeous star,
gorgeous sea,
wind wild in my hair,

you are so jealous.
 Feb 2017 Gaffer
Sirenes
Ownership
 Feb 2017 Gaffer
Sirenes
I've climbed up the rain pipe
To reach the window.
I've knocked on the glass
In the dead of the night
I've whispered apologies
In to the silence
Under the stern eye
Of my sleep deprived mother.
I've crawled through
The hole in the ground
That leads to the basement
And forced open doors
With a wire cutter...
It seems there is no cure
To losing keys and locking yourself out.

But maybe it's just life's way
Of telling us
We're locking ourselves out.
This is not who you are...
You don't force your way
In to things and apologise for your mistake.
You take that which is yours
Because someone once said
"Ownership is for those who claim it".  
You wouldn't apologise
For walking in to your own home
Because someone said
That it doesn't belong to you.

If I love it and it loves me back
Then by default
It has to be mine
Regardless of the consequences.
"I own this"
 Feb 2017 Gaffer
Pax
I'll leave my
Heart here
crying for
something.
 Feb 2017 Gaffer
Mike Essig
Plumbing the abyss
is fine if you wish,
but there is much
to be said
for a full heart
and a warm bed.
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