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Our function is to question all
To challenge the bitter , the sweet , the very footprints we leave
We lay in Spring primrose valleys requesting the dirge of hard Winter with odd forethought
We pen the macabre , the obscene and the refusal , providing a chart for the self righteous imbecile , the lay and the lost , we are new today but very well called upon tomorrow* ...
Copyright October 6 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Time will run out
You may never have another chance again
Just get at it
Make great usage of the opportunity at hand
This is your moment
You can be great
But, you have to get started somewhere
Begin now before it is too late
Be it prayer , meditation or a good thought tonight ..
 Oct 2016 Illya Oz
PaperclipPoems
I thought maybe if I was his secret,
he'd keep me forever
Isn't it fun to read between the lines?
Like for every sentence and every word
A writer conveys something with so much worth

Isn't it fun to read beyond the lines?
That even though the writer wrote it with boundary
But you're thinking leads you to a endless land from just a cranny

Isn't it fun to read behind the lines?
Like for every lovely and eloquent lines
You can see the dripping tears and a torned heart with no rhymes

Isn't it fun to read among the lines?
Tread among the words and unspoken letters
Where you'll meet and see yourself face to face with wings and feathers

Isn't it so much fun to read a writer's lines?
And isn't it so much fun to write a writer's line?
You'll never know where reading and writing will take you.
Isn't it so fun?
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October 7, 2016
Give the actor a mirror
The senator a pedestal
The poet a falseness
Copyright October 6 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Oct 2016 Illya Oz
PaperclipPoems
I stood there and I stared at him
I told him I loved him and it'd all be okay
But he knew I lied again.

2am and I'm barely getting home
He's waiting in the living room by his phone
Waiting for enough strength to tell me to leave
Instead, I open the door and he leaps to embrace me.

He knows what I'm doing
He looses his mind, I continue to submit
He's screaming and crying
He pushes me and I deserve it

There's not a thing that I can do
There's not a word I haven't said
I shatter him into pieces
Every night I come home from another's bed.
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