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 Dec 2016
Sjr1000
I've got many things
on my mind
I might as well
talk to you.

I'm twisted
I'm disturbed
I'm vice ridden
I'm desperate too.

You look okay
I might as well
talk to you.

My life has been spent in shadows
trying to emerge
I've swept the floor
washed the windows
did the dishes too
I guess that is what they call this life.

I've seen the tunnel on one too many codeine
Grandma sent me away

I've gone astray
I blew up my future
behind *******
My children say
I gambled it all away.

One mellows in their old age
No time for anger
No time for drama too.

I've learned to accept myself
Accept you

That testerone
it blows up
it calms down

Sleep it goes way too fast
I wake up to another day.

I've rubbed myself raw
I know what it means to be deranged
I know what it means to long for it too.

You understand.
Don't nod off now
I'm coming to the most interesting part

But I woke up
in another horizon
Woke up on another plain
Another dimension has called my name
This life I now savor.

As you have said
I know it is predictable moves
A complicated game
I never learned to play.

Another opportunity
to prove I'm never
what I'm supposed to be.

I've done the best I could
with what I've got
With that I am at peace

I apologize for everything
I have ever been,
But I am alive
I'm still breathing
have another day to
prove it all again

I've got things on my mind
I might as well talk to you.
I know this a little bleak,
But truly Happy New Year
to our Hello Poetry community.
 Dec 2016
Traveler
Existence holds
The upper hand
Temporary awareness
Is the big grand plan
Fire, flash back to grey
I pray these thoughts
   Do slip away...
Traveler Tim
 Dec 2016
Denel Kessler
in the dark
compass spinning
wanton wind
howling, wailing
brittle arms
in concert waving
emerald waters
whipped and raging

sky crushed velvet
sequins sewn tight
to the shattered
span of night
a million times
each time as new
with stardust eyes
with gratitude
 Dec 2016
Mysidian Bard
It wasn't the end
I closed my eyes and waited
But death never came
 Dec 2016
Emily Dickinson
897

How fortunate the Grave—
All Prizes to obtain—
Successful certain, if at last,
First Suitor not in vain.
 Dec 2016
Emily Dickinson
1379

His Mansion in the Pool
The Frog forsakes—
He rises on a Log
And statements makes—
His Auditors two Worlds
Deducting me—
The Orator of April
Is hoarse Today—
His Mittens at his Feet
No Hand hath he—
His eloquence a Bubble
As Fame should be—
Applaud him to discover
To your chagrin
Demosthenes has vanished
In Waters Green—
If I found a way out for a day
I would soon journey back
I would burn the map for fear
of being followed or roll it small
enough to swallow
I would stand in the shadows while
the controlled marched by then race to
the rooftop to marvel at the sky
I would stroll cloak and dagger through
the shoppes in town then hide in the sewer till
the sun went down
Copyright December 18 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2016
South by Southwest
Finally . . .
I sit in the midst of silence . . .
and silence resides in the midst
of me

I strain to hear
the nothingness . . .
and it comes over
so clear

All promises lay asleep
in their coffins . . .
covered in stone and time

This empty blackness
comes complete . . . stealing whatever sanity there is left in me

Here in my equilibrium there
are no days or weeks . . . just the certainly that no one speaks

Come hungry darkness . . .never to be satisfied . . . for you swallow eternity
still there is nothing inside

The indifference of silence
bends over to kiss me . . .
cold blackened lips whispering
"There is no certainty."
I know that I do not deserve the Lord's Love.
For my brokenness is heavy in my heart always.
I can not count the time of being faithless to him.
Nor can I recount all the times that I fail him here.
But his Faithfulness has nothing to do with my faithless.
Nor does it has anything to do with my wicked attitude.
What it does have to do with is his Goodness and Love.
It has to do with his Love for each and everyone of us.
Because he truly is the God of Love and Salvation.
So until we end up in the ground, he shall never give up on us.
For he truly Loves each and every one of us with perfect love.
So I shall continue to Praise him and thank him from my heart.
 Dec 2016
Emily Dickinson
676

Least Bee that brew—
A Honey’s Weight
Content Her smallest fraction help
The Amber Quantity—
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