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Once
every beach
had our name on,
a potential place to walk
and be us
for special hours.
Slowly a tide covered those days
and no more shore for sure foot to stand,
steps gone under sea covered land;
no more roaming nowhere hand in hand,
no more roaming nowhere hand in hand,
no more roaming nowhere hand in hand,
no more roaming nowhere hand in hand,
unmoored,
a sun not ours anymore,
a sun not ours anymore,
a sun not ours anymore.
My forgiving bones
yearn to be
shattered.

My tattered heart
aches to be
broken.

Frozen quakes ripple
across a charred body
that never should have been
chosen.
Feeling a tightened crush to your veins
Feeling a drop of happiness fall from your wish
Knowing if you look down, your heart will be in chains
And hearing the tension inside my mind if I listen

Feeling anger rise from your blood
Feeling a shake in resisting thoughts
Knowing your tears hit the floor into a flood
And sensing a confusion that is stuck in knots

Feeling the darkened soothing torture
Feeling as if nothing could be a fix
Knowing the flames hurt your feelings like a scorcher
And all the emotions that come with time is a trick
One drop of blood from the occasional briar ,
A sprinkle of late morning dew mingled with foraging sweat , a touch of sunburn mixed with one hundred percent desire for a summer treat that's heaven sent* ...
Copyright March 8 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
The moon and life are alike
They both have their good and bad days
The light of the moon resembles the good
The darkness of the moon resembles the bad
But it is us that chooses which way to go with what we are given
The moon can be dark, but it turns back to light once again.
Her eyes share the same color of the moon
the darkness passes by
and the shy sun kisses us with light
the wind whispers
foggy mists surround us
hypnotized by this realistic dream
we let our skin turn to ice
surrendering to this feeling
grateful for this air we touch
pure coldness blaze our skin
this soft sunlight filters through this land
its presence frees this bitterness from our skin
sweet therapy
eyes, face, hair & lips
to lurk in the depths of denial
yet too know all the great while
a pen on paper

many are lost in a land of toxic
eyes with tombstones
drifting in a raft out to sea
a cause for love infused by hate

grinding of the teeth
weeping, wailing & gnashing
viscous fangs that hang down to fright
Satan laughing spreads his wings

out of desperation loneliness sets in
blackened stench of death
like a lost mouse in a crazy maze
we wake up in a purple haze

Did you ever wake up saying it must be one of those days
the annuls of parting conquest
we shall live to pass every test
although we must labor to enter the rest

sadness, alone, bleeding, minds, explosion & memory
A vortex of what is to come
shattered fragments on the basement floor
lest I implore another way to go
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