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Sillo Anderson Nov 2018
I remembered yesterday,
I remembered
I saw my granddad, shaking an old friend’s hand,
They had so much more than just reminisce of memories,
You could have seen how much they’ve missed.
The soft hugs, teary eyes and smiling silence.
They had truly missed.

I saw, how tradition had reckon their past
And view, how beautiful a little moment can heal all scars.
I felt the sour scorn of how much hate, they allowed.
And grew anger, way more than much to endure.
They sat, and talked as any old couple would,
As if they we’re allowed, but time grew old,
It never flew, it grew and so much more too.

But as tradition had instilled, they’re lives we’re no longer theirs.
They had all grown so old, and thankful,
Thankful for that little moment of an hour.
And they hugged, that’s all they could have done.
I turned, disappointed in what no longer be.
But with my youthful mind, I turned back.
I saw their love.
A love that fooled a tradition, because it never died.
It was always there, hidden and protected
Sillo Anderson Nov 2018
I built a home, from broken woods
I built a stream, through crooked floors
I built a life, without any need of hope
I built so many homes
With breezy milieu, a beauty I once sold
With quirky smiles, you couldn’t ignore
With gala of all sorts
Those are homes I’m known for
Missing shores?
You won’t need those, I built streams that fill all kinds of souls
I lay beside them, just to make sure of their flows
To see that life has not left home.
I built homes, more and more
I built pass dusk and so much more
I built, but never owned
It’s odd, when you decide to change old floors
It’s featureless, even after the grand tour
Homes I built, never broke down before
Now that you’re here, they’ve struggled to hold grimes
And I,
I struggle to have them sold
Sillo Anderson Nov 2018
Assure me, persuade me that I have not seen
Let me believe, my imagination got the best of me
Let guilt consume, filter my thoughts into misleading me
I have not seen, what my tongue perceive
Through years, I’ve abused, words I’ve choose
I’m saturated, with emotions unfolding in my throat
Assure me, I’m palpable, over my head with dreamy things
I’ve carved out my own thoughts.
Make me believe, I’ve airbrushed this dream
Just so to satisfy my greed
Have I presume, have I refuse, I must have presume
I’ve entailed my thoughts to presume
I’ve seen misdeed, that’s my tune
What proof have I, to subdue this court
My sight, has not been a warrior to call on
It’s long gone, that day
But sadly replayed, over and over again
In this small elfin I tote
Make me believe, I’m infirm, depress and wrong
Help me wash my thoughts
Cleanse my mind of all I bought
From visions I will never be assured of
Help me say
I never saw dad lay in bed with you my dear sis
Sillo Anderson Nov 2018
Have you been sure of the stars?
Of galaxies and shimmering views
What of the sun, with its magical powers
Blinding some, while making passage for others
Do you know what pleasure lays on the surface, of mankind’s doings?
I’m sure it’s beautiful, never wretched towards our fellow humans
Spectacular while covered in wonders, adversity upon courage
Brightly colored
Martin Luther King Jr.
Frankly I’m not sure, what he’s known for
He’s a man that’s no more
Ruptured hopes, crumbled pass doors
Dream on, pray all shadows follow on
Have you known of the wondering atman?
It’s here, and there, I’ve seen it so many places
I’ve began to wonder how many phases are there
It a wonderful universe that’s full of choosers
A dream can be sold, to any moon gazer
But I’ll ask again
Have you been sure of the universe?
Of galaxies and shimmering views
Bucket list hasn’t any value
When you’re unsure
Of reality, and fantasies.
Sillo Anderson Nov 2018
I challenge the wind that blows by, and scares me with its strong rage
I'll bring my wolves, and show it, how man controls all gales
I challenge the sea so mighty and free, with pride that it can flush away dreams
With pleasure, I will show how rain kneels before me
I challenge all that feels, superior to my inferior charity

Challenging, more than growth beneath my feet
I challenged wild roses that took seat in my field without my heed
Now they seek my favor, even though they're profound of rarity
I challenge all those, that nature bring forth, to intimidate me

I claim justice whenever, wherever the feeling of entail resides
For me I challenge all that shines bright, and night I hold with my might
No favors sought, no help in need of query, I feel above so many
I wish upon nothing more than my own throne

To challenge all those, who swore
I’m sure, of all that’s thrown
I doubt not, what I sow
I’m sure of what I know
Sillo Anderson Nov 2018
IF BALLOTS FALL, TONIGHT MY LOVE
I’LL MAKE YOU SOAR PASS HEAVENS DOORS,
THROUGH DARK SPACE FLOORS
I BELIEVE MY NAKED HEART, NO SHAME IN HOLDING HANDS
I’M WITHIN THESE RAVING SOULS, THAT CRAVE FOR WICKED LOVE
IF BALLOTS FALL, TONIGHT MY LOVE
DON’T WAIT ON IDLE SOULS, THAT LURKS BY BROKEN DOORS
I’LL SEND YOU OFF, ON BLACK BLACK WINGS
TO MAKERS LAND, OH WHAT A WONDERFUL PLAN
MALHEUR UPON MALHEUR, EVERYTIME WE GO
IN NEED OF CONFIRMATION UPON THIS HATE
A CASKET FOR MY DYING FAITH
IF BALLOTS FALL TONIGHT MY LOVE
SHRED ALL PROOF OF MY WRINKLED LOVE
BEGIN ANEW, WITH A FRENZIED BLOOMED HEART
THROUGH LIFE’S GOLDEN FLAWS
Sillo Anderson Nov 2018
Management of a heart becomes
Futile by the loftiness of emotions
Claiming blessings upon its actions
For only sins are formed,
And precautions take shelter under disrelish of a soul.

For whom, must one seek comfort from
When filiation has not cavort upon its own
And insanity feeds bigly, the needs for love.

But time swirls in wonders,
And doing right becomes heavier
Leaving ashamed the stature of being here.
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