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Through the forest
Into the meadows
No time to rest
Hiding from shadows

Nearing the lake
Catching on my breathe
Keeping myself awake
From the goons wreath

They swarm to places
Looting the riches
They painted their faces
Some looked like witches

I have to hide
As they have seen me
My eyes on guard
Keeping silent as I can be

I hear the horses
Nearing the lake
Wading with forces
With their takes

Night was long
And so was fear
What they did was wrong
They just give others tear

Upon twilight I reached home
Everything was devastated
They took my favorite comb
On return they stated

Written on the walls
Were the words in bold
"I am watching you from the falls"
"Your head in my hand, I hold"

Now I'm scared to step out
They set me on a trigger
I can't even shout
An escape, why can't I figure

I will use my last boon
To return to my world without scream
This should happen soon
And I will wake up from this dream...


©sim
Spilling imagination...Fictional write.
The art of kindness grows
from the deep roots
of the heart of generosity
Helping those in need
is not an option
It is our responsibility
Sometimes in life
You just cannot help people
Letting go is hard
The looters
The shooters
In the name of religion
In the name of a god
Why killing of innocents?
Why keeping of hostages?
Why such an ill feel of hatred?
Not just the recent Paris news
But this terrorist epidemic
Has widespread this earth
It seems there is more provokative acts
Then finding a cure to such martyrs
Scientists have found cures of many diseases
Yet when will this terrorist disease get cured
Assurances of innocent lives
Men, women, children all victims
Of such horrific crimes
Most slashed with knives
How does a prayer help?
Which god listens and acts?
Who has poisoned these peoples mind?
Now every breaking news hails on terrorism
Is there ever going to be peace?
Will there be smiles on sad faces again?
As I sit back to watch and read the news around
Am a bit glad am not in such surround
I do wish for the killings to stop
I do wish that people don't take a religion to act
As no god would appreciate innocent blood at their feet
Hundreds of lives lost
Blood, just blood and screams everywhere
I have seen in Syria, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iraq, Paris to name a few!
It was just settling on the missing plane news
And here racks on another news
Uncountable sleepercells
Controlled by several tycoon bodies
This life is not permanent
We all know that
Then, why **** to radiate the human race?
Why poison innocent mind to act like war machines?
What achievement do they get?
Do they not feel the pain?
What are they blinded upon?
Have they taken out double meaning from religious faith?
I am no one to point a finger on any religion
But it surely sounds wrong when innocent killing is involved
Has some mad scientists developed an invisible airborne drug
Turning men against men
Religion against religion
No remorse after killing
But become terrorist with hatred feeling...

©sim
I wrote this 2yrs back, thought to post It.
The mound is disturbed
The ants are perturbed
They're off to re-establish -
familiar trails , hopefully , dutifully and without fail
Biological robots that fumble an mumble , gripe and grumble
Chemical cues of hunger and -
order
They stop for breakfast to mingle -
and loiter
Rebuilding the castle brick after brick
Bound for the forest stick upon stick ...
Copyright October 24 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
A white oak crowned in gold
Fragments of blue , tuscany sun and
woodland coal
The chill of October searching for exposed skin
Wind whispered nightfall , a shower of
young stars and hickory mannequins , crackling
leaves , wind racked tin and tinkling chimes ,
the creak of the 'vane', owls in flight
Burning leaves , moonlight captivation ,
the taste of dead ripe persimmons , ghostly-                   antebellum mansions
A bustling Family Dollar , a corner gas station ,
a stray along the tracks , a Ford F-150 with a double
gun rack
Bud Lite for rednecks and Slim-Fast for **** heads
Soco for alkies , wine coolers for purebreds
An empty park , a swing without a rider ,
a waitress takes a break in front of her empty diner* ...
Copyright October 24 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Night is a grand repository
Where the sheltered temporarily-
leave their hideouts , where the oppressed
find solace , where the voiceless shout
out loud  
A place where the beleaguered
hold their ground , where revolutionaries
demand justice , where the homeless quietly
forage
Where the insane are neglected , where
the elderly are unprotected
Where Americas repetitive urban warfare
proceeds , where blood pools on darkened
streets* ...
Copyright October 25 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
The days inaugural sunshine signals the young ocean
to enchant the dreamer , to touch the
romantic with tales of Atlantis , with tales of wailing mermaid's and sea monsters , with stories of weathered sailors on clippers riding diamond waters* ....
Copyright November 1 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
###### 2nd day of vacation in Florida #####
I forfeit my troubled mind -
before brown pelicans skimming the -
sea
In the name of sand pipers that toil along a white sugar
beach
To ships on the horizon
To miraculous tranquil blue ocean surrounding -
thoughts bitter island* .....
Copyright November 2 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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