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Her skin appeared prematurely wrinkled with
anguish filling her face
She dragged a menthol cigarette , staring into space
Her teeth were decayed , a cheap radio played
She tapped her pinky finger to Travis Tritt
She wore a Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt , she openly
railed against Obama and the "clandestine government"
Her friends were truckers , pensioners and the
local jobless
She was chatty with the boiled peanut man ,
her friend on the cell phone , anyone willing to
strike up a conversation* ...
Copyright October 24 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
... but er' of heart.
The arrow flies to
miss its mark.

When love shot thus
makes pain begin
The hurtful shaft
of evil wins.

The arrow's notched
the bow is bent
But think before
that missile's sent!

Is it for love
with great aplomb?
Or does it house
an atom bomb?

Cupid's said to be a god.
But he can hurt
as well as laud!

Be ye careful of dismay!
Marry her!
Or you both pay!

I won't say more.
I won't shout.
I'm going now...

... over. *OUT.
"Sin" is simply an ancient archery term for missing the bullseye. We can do this without even being aware of it! But the holy perfection of God reqires it. EVERY TIME!
We cannot be that perfect! EVER!

I'm going to be frank. I have trouble reading because of the kind of poetry posted. Some of these missives of love i can see will end in disappointment and cruel heartbreak for one or both parties! I'm FAR from a *****, but I can't even read anymore due to this and the other tragic postings which grieve my spirit more than I can express! People in SUCH despair! I've reached out to folks, but many times my help has been rejected!

I continually post about the need for a savior. Jesus Christ. I hope & pray these poems don't fall on blind eyes! Please read Alyssa Underwood's posting about the Gospel. It's just under this poem on my site. Thank you!

Please try to understand. I say these things because I LOVE YOU! I want to see you ALL whole, healed & DELIVERED! CHRIST CAN DO THIS! Love is a wonderful thing... but it is NOT A TOY!

PEACE! out.
Does Hurt get hurt
Bringing in Hurt...

Does Solitude
Finds a Place for itself in Solitude....

Does Misunderstanding
Ever befriends Understanding.....

Does Silence
Ever gets to speak for itself in Silence...

Do all Questions
Ever get to Answer Themselves....
Love stories are not meant to be lived
you know that from the deleted faces
and vanished traces
of the ones once most valuable to you.


I don't get you I said
don't I feel a regret
for the women i loved
but was never able to live with

don't they still haunt me
?

Regret is not the word
the man was adamant,
it's more a mourning for your failure
a tormenting reminder of an undefined deficiency
that you were not up to them
or in the wrath of missing the target
they were not up to you

and then he fired the killing shot

what you remember is not the love
years have wiped out the details
leaving you with the embers of unaccomplished missions
which in the first place
you didn't deserve to be a part of
.

I hated his departing words.

True love lives in the stories
and love stories are not meant to be lived.
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