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Politics and gain
Oh so vain
Have I ,would become

Offender and the offended
Are they same in the game

Where's the next bend
There seems to be no end

Mixed emotions
Run through the veins
Know not any retreat

A land unknown ,
No fear lays
Unknown, it forever stays

What if End comes
Untimely
I would be Ghost Writer
Please Read the lines
Nothing in between :))

Some odd thoughts
Mica begins to shimmer along the red clay byway
Songbirds beseech portals of morning sunlight that criss -cross the scrub valley
The sawyers tally spray painted in orange , fumes of diesel carried by the angry winds of March , yellow mechanical monsters that continually feedĀ , how many trees will fulfill the pulp wooder's needs* ..
Copyright November 9 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Nov 2017 vinny
Traveler
ALL WE NEED
 Nov 2017 vinny
Traveler
In the passing
Of innocence
As the operations
Of knowing engaged
A part of her was lost
To that brittle stage...
Through her eyes
I could blindly see
How to set
Her trust at ease
....
In playgrounds
Of callused fools
Desensitized
To moral rules
I find myself
Easily pleased
'Cause all we have
Is all we need
...
Traveler Tim
 Nov 2017 vinny
Mari Carrasco
it is few that seek for color,
when the world leaves them grey.

it is few that climb mountains,
when only plains come their way.
 Nov 2017 vinny
Jamie Lee
The Mirror
 Nov 2017 vinny
Jamie Lee
I look, but I don't see...
I don't see my reflection.
A stranger stands before me,
staring back deeply into my eyes.

I only see a woman...
a woman who isn't me.
Her skin is so tight to her face,
she is tiny like a child.

Lines are imprinted,
around her dry lips.
Dark circles encompass,
each end of her eyes.

Her cheekbones protrude-
the light hangs on the edge.
Her smile is weak and faded;
who is this person I see?

I don't want to look,
she saddens my heart.
I don't want to see reality,
staring into the mirror.
 Nov 2017 vinny
Ariadne
These Walls
 Nov 2017 vinny
Ariadne
I spend my short life building walls for a living

Walls that keep in my emotions
And walls that keep out the ones who would corrupt them

But the mighty castle I've built has many flaws

They keep me safe, but trap my negativity
They protect me from others, but not from myself

But the worst part is that these walls may as well be made of paper

They crumble with the slightest of wind
They melt with the lightest of rain

These walls hold me up, but never when I need them
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