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I open my blinds for a bit o' moonshine ..
If a 'Peeping Tom' meanders through
our bushes sneaking a peek at night ,
his criminal eyes could quite possibly lock on to
a fifty three year old , portly , farmer tanned
Old Buck wearing absolutely nothing , holding
his favorite coffee cup ..
My case study in Criminology .. ****** Prevention 101 ..
Copyright April 12 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
My world is depriving me of oxygen;
as you parade around with your new girl,
and I receive pity stares from friends.
I play unconcerned ‘til I get home,
then I showcase all of my sadness
with my pen, paper and nonstop tears.
I’m going to use you as my muse
to tell you to go ***** yourself, poetically.
When it's over, but you still have those **** feelings when you see him with someone new!
Love* exists beyond the boundaries of words
It is a feeling greater than the single syllable that speech allows
Why must we seek declarations of affection to validate its actuality?
Language is meant to communicate, not to confirm one’s emotions
Proclaiming your adoration for another does not make it any more real than it was before
Do not confine yourself to the limits of vocabulary
Let the feeling live within you and convince others of its truth
by demonstrating that you care.
Show it, don't say it
 Apr 2016 Crysta Gingras
S Renay
They go on to love
Love the skin
That is not theirs.
Love the
Slumbering Curls
Of frail
Hair.
Splattered freckles across
Shoulders and chests.
The Market is grudgingly open.
Transactions take
Place without the
Clerk behind the register.
Reaching into the depths of the freezer
Returning with the
Morning ****.
They love
Merely because
They want to eat.
 Apr 2016 Crysta Gingras
Esther
Yesterday’s integrity is lost
To the shrewd entry of today,
With all its hopeful blandness
Sinking into my skin as the sun rises
Ever so gently along the broken horizon
Where vultures escape the peril
Of the murderous day and hide in caves-
Away from the hungry pecking of
So many people in too many places,
As the sky seeks to triangulate
The presence of time within the confined space
Of the undynamic maze of man
As he moves gallingly through the elements
Past my drowsy numbness in the early hours
Magnetized into the dull thumping
Rhythms of action we all anticipate;
Estimating concepts I could never
For the life of me, regurgitate.
 Apr 2016 Crysta Gingras
ThePoet
Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

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On the beach,
Where the sand tickles our feet.
On the mountaintops,
Where the clouds are in our reach.

In the meadows,
Looking into your eyes, while laying on the grass.
On a roller coaster,
Holding hands, while we scream and laugh.

In another country,
Where we could adventure and sightsee.
On a hill,
Cuddling each other, as happy as can be.

In a cave,
Searching for what lies within.
Next to a river,
Where our journey begins.

Under a waterfall,
Soaking wet.
In the place,
Where we first met.

In your arms,
Where its nice and warm.
In our hearts,
Where we'll always, weather the storm

Anywhere,
I shall go with you.
Everywhere,
Just me and you.
Love is Light.
You are like the sun.
Beautiful, pure, and bright.
Lively warmth was my invite.
A light being lightyears ahead.
Your smile caught a star.

Your eyes contain diamond seas.
Cooling me with seafoam teardrops.
Fluid and fertile with wonder, they seize.
Rainbows dance at lush waterfall tops.

You house the Heavens.
I've found it in your heart.
I marvel at your temple of art.
Love and peace, wisdom, acceptance.
How godly divine, your innermost essence.

In all that I'm learning of you,
I find myself loving the Universe, true.
For you contain the heavens, the seas, and the stars.
When I take you in, we're floating with Mars.
abp
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