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 Nov 2016 Bluebird
spysgrandson
the only sounds, the sloshing of our jungle boots  
and a cricket symphony

the air affluent with the odor of  the paddies  
oxen dung, rice-rich stagnant water

a lone golden cloud I see has two lives--one in the western sky;
another on the water’s face

and it suffers two fates, in unison, as light fades, while sky
births crimson before it morphs to black    

in its silent death throes, I see the cloud melt from the heavens
but on the water its departure is less graceful    

blurred, convulsive from our mad marching, our soles slaughtering
a would be perfect reflection of  firmament
I accept my mistakes.
That I was still in love with her for the longest time.
That I chose my friends and the drugs over you, and left you home alone all those nights.
That my feelings for you were like waves on the shore, always coming and going.  
That I thought I had wanted someone else, and left that night.
I accept that I made the choice to come home, instead of trying to work things out with you.

I accept that there might not ever be another chance for us in the future.
I accept that I took your love for me granted.
That I pushed you over the edge.
All the promises that lay shattered on the ground.

I accept that I have to let you go.
That the magicians wand has worn out.
That I was too late, and there's nothing more I can do.
 Nov 2016 Bluebird
tc
you could start fires with the charcoal under my eyes
and i am so tired of telling people i’m tired
i’m exhausted
i barely get 3 hours of sleep
my mind is tangled with cobwebs that only seem to need dusting at night

i lay awake listening to the creaks of old aged furniture
and i sympathise
i know how that feels, buddy
my joints creak and they’re crisp as autumn leaves
i am surprised i haven’t broken any

alarm sounds at either 8 or 9
day starts an hour later
day continues
day persists until evening lets it rest
evening continues until their shift is over and
night falls
i’m so tired that my body has grown accustomed to it
i watch the time change and the clock tick;
i am so accustomed to it my heart has started following the same rhythm

night fell
a boulder on sunken shoulders
it is still falling and i am trying to carry such heavy weight
i think this is why our backs begin to curve as we grow older
we are crushed and crippled

does the sun still rise even if i don’t see it?
because all i ever seem to see is the darkness of night fall;
i wonder
who can love a clockwork heart?
tick, tock.
who can love a cobwebbed mind?

time to go and dust again.
 Nov 2016 Bluebird
Ren Crostini
there's no way I'd be here today if it weren't for you
thank you so much*

I know what you think you're thanking me for:
a shoulder to cry on
the movie nights
endless lunches
the family we made out of spoons at work one day
helping you move

Here's what I remember:
sleepless nights waiting for you to come home
hiding your blades
reassuring your mom you were "just fine"
you walking away with no thought
of what would happen to me

"No please, there's no need to thank me"
I didn't have to help lift you at all
because you just
stepped on me
with no thought at all
the only person you can ever truly save is you
 Nov 2016 Bluebird
Ravanna Dee
When you sit and stare at people,
As they go throughout their daily tasks,
Do you ever happen to wonder,
If the expression their wearing is a mask?
As they walk right on past you,
A smile drawn across their face,
Do you ever think that maybe,
In this world they actually feel out of place?
And when a mother catchers her child being reckless,
You watch as she speaks to him with fury,
Do you mentally chide her instantly, or wonder that if maybe,
That's her way she handles worry?
When a little girl of six,
Sits alone, watching everyone else,
Do you think that she is sad,
Or maybe that she just prefers to by herself?
So many times, so many cases,
We believe our own interpretation,
That our eyes and ears have sought the truth,
But then we learn, often too late, that they'd gathered misinformation.
Oh, all the countless times we see things,
And deem them to mean something of no such,
You would think the we would eventually learn,
Not to so quickly judge.
Often as humans, we see something and instantly make some conclusion as to what it means. That doesn't make it accurate, though. What we think we know can be completely different as to what it really is. However, I don't think we sometimes realize that. Sometimes we judge too quickly, too harshly, and it can often cause more harm than good.
Tired of being Awake and Sad, least let me sleep.
Give me a cold , crisp cranberry juice with -
a Gulf of Mexico evening view
Mary Ellen's hand in mine
A moment to treasure for all time* ...
Copyright November 4 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

Panama City beach at night ...
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