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Only I can fix me
But I have given up
Life is ******* everyone
But I have had enough.
  Mar 2017 Christopher Black
hellopoet
"the eyes have it"
but they don't - -
blanker darkness,
glassy, stare of
fish no longer
able to breathe;
those eyes had it,
perhaps they did,
but now no more
I was stumbling in a field.
Firelight in my eyes,
Burning bright red
in the camera lens.
It wasn't a trick of the light,
the drugs or the beer;
it was a glance of love.
I was stumbling in a field.
Red-eyed and smitten,
Crossing minefields to you by choice.
Perhaps that is the only way
to walk the course of love.
"He was a glance from God."
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
a long time coming
the snow
two weeks from April's warmth
and calming showers
it has finally arrived
mother nature's way of saying
slow down
sit back and reflect
take the day off and build a snowman
with the kids
live
when life gives you the cue
have always loved the snow
Don't cry for me
You left me
I don't need your winds
Of pity
To set sail
On this sea
I propell
Soley on misery.
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