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Starless , airy Hill Country valley
Devoid of the painted sunlit emotion
Tree frogs rejoice in her solemnity while -
Lantern flies belay my ever darkened
gaze* .....
Copyright June 27 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Georgia Sun relaxes in the fifth house
Hummers circle Florida sky from my shaded chaise
Blue Jays and Brown Thrashers lounge the
ripened Fig Trees , shadows walk the vegetable
gardens , nightshades ardent for cool , rainy reprieve
Crows muster high atop centurion Oaks
Bluebirds and Sparrows work the grass like -
two old time blokes as the ice melts away in -
a frosty *** and Coke* ......
Copyright June 27 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
graceful
as the orient
but yet
a western plant
aloes
are
indigenous
to the desert's
rock and sand

delicate
white flowers
or
bold red
on slender stems
the flaming
torches
burning
bring
hummingbirds
to them

from the tiny
Aloe Pepe
to the mighty
Century
those plants
upon a hillside
are there
for all
to
see

there's the wierd
Octopus Aloe
small leafy plants appeal
one type of
Aloaceae
has a pulp which
soothes
and
heals

in my father's
cactus garden
he has
all types to show
please sit in my
Sanctuary
where
the
lovely

aloes grow


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/19/2016
Here's another post for my dad
He loves cacti and succulents

Most know the aloe vera
We have some growing in our backyard


Happy Father's Day!
Jumpstart my engine with flowery words,
Manipulate me once again,
Fool me to thinking I'm nobody,
Just so you could chastise my works with black pen.

If you'd wonder how I'd write horribly,
Look no further than to see yourself!
I write because I am inspired of your decaying,
You're the bad one on the shelf!

My words make no sense? Ha!
Of course it'll never come to you!
But, I don't understand;
You'll never understand what's true!

You'd be pleased to see me suffer,
Don't be shocked if I do enjoy yours, too;
I'd be ****** to hear you whisper:
You'd always been my waterloo.

I'd better be your waterloo!
You'll never tame the demon in me!
The demon you created;
Rotting me rapidly!

So go tell everybody you were right:
That I am a ****-up;
But, truth be told,
*I'd like it more if you'd shut up.
I'm out of inspiration, care to tell me anything I could write about?
You'd think those words don't matter
You'd say I'd never falter
You'd say I'd be fine
After a mouthful of painful lines
You'd thought I'd stand unscathed
You'd thought my head won't spin around
You'd think nothing would matter to me
Rollcall: you'd better know it'd be
I'd be silenced by judgements one after the other
I'd be pushed to my edge so you'd see me fail
You'd say that it would not come to me
But honey it already did
And it's already staining me
And it's already plaguing me
And it's already killing me
Read my **** I dare you
Ask me why'd there's no end to my sentences
Cause that'd be what you do
Cyclical and pointless
Talk your ****, honey
The only **** you'd get is from my ***
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