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I never learned how to swim; nor did I have the inclination. I spent my life hurdling over puddles, leaving them in my past— with no anguish of drowning. It seems each puddle grew with despair and the water was no longer blue. For it was a shade of blue that only a few could name and would soon come to fathom. I've been forced to swim in the depths of this blue with no recollection of how it came to be. I feel I was pushed from behind without a warning, puncturing my soul along the way. I am not the same being as I once was but my intuition still remains. My fear of drowning is non-existent as I love this shade of blue. I compel this blue to reveal its name and all it says is you.


b.m
How many times
would I return
in an attempt to be the storm
that claims your heart as an abode
on a day which no longer exists

How many
to create my earth
in subtle grooves upon your back
until the seeds of every kiss
begin to live, feeling your motive
and your warmth

How many
to reclaim the fruits
of tender mornings gone
contrary to the wind as whispers
from your lips

How many before the storm's
inevitable retreat
leaving only white flags
white flags in bloom
ceding to time
as scars
and beauty marks

And how many more
would I return
before the clouds break
in the sun

I do not know
 Feb 2016 Bill murray
Dani Jo
Oh no, what's that?!
It comes and goes and then comes right back.
The tension it builds as I stand guard aiming my shields.
But wait they're gone!
Oh ****, something's wrong!
I'm searching as it continues lurking.
I'm open, I'm game,
When did it all change?!
Oh yea, that's right it came with new life.
It's now how I live.
I guess I'm just scared.
It's new, it's real....
I guess I'll just FEEL!
I was going through some new things the other night which is something I masked over by using....it's the main reason why I did use so I didn't have to do this. Today I celebrate 116 days drug and alcohol free! Been using for 15 years and never thought this could ever be possible, but I'm doing it one day at a time!
i.

Creation's not of mistake, nor of
Natural selection, we art not of
Darwinian theory, nor of
temporal direction.

ii.

We slumbereth neath the
gipseian bleujaday, captured
By the great painter's hand;
King and queen of the mid-
Night crave, wax of glim's
On crystal stands.

iii.

Eurasian ether, creational
Blend, the mountain's do
Shaketh, when heavesia
Commends.


©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
©Lonesome poets poetry
Natural selection- is The theory of its action was first fully expounded by Charles Darwin and is now believed to be the main process that brings about evolution.
Darwinian theory -Darwinism is a theory of biological evolution developed by the English naturalist Charles Darwin and others, stating that all species of organisms arise and develop through the natural selection of small, inherited variations that increase the individual's ability to compete, survive, and reproduce.. ( a man who had none god) not me!
Temporal- has to do with the world. Wordly things..
Gipseian- relating to gypsies.
Bleujaday- is a word I made up on mine own, it means in the blue of the day, or blue day. I meant blue day.
Glims- are ancient candles or lanterns.. Archaic word.
Eurasian- mix of european and Asian parentage.
Ether- the clear sky; the upper regions of air beyond the clouds.
heavesia is another word I made up- it means.. Heaven and Asia coming together... (::::::
Commends or commend- praise formally or officially. ( praises)
It is my sincere pleasure to inform you of the return of the Robins to Hill Country .... Stately , regal birds they are , with a dark gray coat and a breastplate of burnt orange ... Telling tall tales of their Winter quarters ,
blessing my backyard by the veritable hundreds ..
Dining voraciously on earthworms and grasshoppers , sifting through the
grass like diligent window shoppers .. Singing sweet melodies and carrying on conversations , 'tis a great blessing indeed to have them home from vacation ...
Copyright January 28 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I put your picture under my pillow ..
I carved your name into our Weeping Willow ...
We held hands in front of my fellows , and I didn't care
what they thought or might have said to our neighbors ..
We were an item from June till the first day of school ,
and thats just how nerve racking , cool and fleeting a first love goes for two lovesick , romantic young fools ....
Copyright January 28 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

1974 .. How time flies !
☆☆★☆☆
This world is full of trickery
Which could be
Mankinds favorite misery
INSENSITIVITY
INSECURITY
FURIOSITY
SNOBBERY
QUI­TE POSSIBLY NEGATIVITY
★☆★
HONESTLY
IMAGINE JUST WHAT
IT COULD BE IF WE
CLICKED TO POSITIVITY
RECOVERY
DISCOVERY
MYSTERY
GALLERY
SANCTUARY

A PLACE OF PEACE WHERE WE  CAN   BE FREE
☆★☆
Trickery, which world, Sanctuary
Do
We
Want
To
Be

☆☆★★☆☆★★☆☆
Vow
I will take the time
to gaze upon
the burnished chest
of the resident hawk
while I am waiting
for the sun to drop
and pastel
the water blue

I will patiently
wait
for the mountains
to radiate
for my heart
to steady
for the return
of peace

I will relinquish
control over
my tiny world
scattered thoughts
flying up
brushing
their curved wings
against me

I will remember
land and sea
will forever be
remaining long after
we hurt each other
long after we turn
our backs
on love

I will take the time
to be still
moon balanced
on my open palm
illusive beacon
enlighten
the coming
night
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