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  Oct 2017 The Dedpoet
Yue Wang Yitkbel
I want to bury my soul in your loneliness to spring a beautiful dandelion of your happiness.
  Oct 2017 The Dedpoet
Jackie Mead
The doors are wide open
The sky is blue
The wind is cold it cuts right through
I love the wind upon my face
It reminds me to embrace whats on its way
Who knows what will come
with every day

I love the wind blowing through the house
It sweeps the air and makes it pure
Pure crisp air for all to breathe
It’s done its job, it may now leave

It swirls and whirls and with it takes
Memories some new and some untold
But it never takes the old ones that are valuable to you
The wind leaves them behind for you to cherish once it’s gone

Who knew the wind could be so strong?
Sat at my table writing this morning, doors wide open, the sky is blue but the wind is a bit chilly, i do have all the windows in the house open too. i hope this weather holds off in time for my walk this afternoon, hopefully it will be a long one.
The Dedpoet Oct 2017
Like a moonbeam
Brighter than the Daystar,
I am blinded by
Woman in a soft
Midnight garden;

When the day kisses
The night,
The light is weeping.

I walk alone.

The soul with no
Absolution
Is an infinite impossible.
My throat caught
In a tearful choke,

The missing song
Under the sun
Is the Moon's tender
Presences.

Love escapes
Into a masked misunderstanding,
Another misunderstanding
Hides the Father in me
Under this misguided wing

I quiver under a fools blade,

I love like a child
Lost in a forgotten story,

Missing.
The Dedpoet Oct 2017
I thought we could
Live off the land and our love.

Because I love you
I must be away,
I cannot be without you.

Someone please **** money,
Audacity in a bottled heart,
And what a fantastic
Thing it would be
To only need your love!

I cannot live in this world
If loving you is all I need.
The Dedpoet Oct 2017
A distant shadow looks,
The man rides to and fro.

A glance at the missing,
A Father's wind.

The moon in their eyes,
The limping love,

All I see
Of the two moons,

Clouded skies
With trickles of moon
Beams,

I cannot live in the sky.
The Dedpoet Oct 2017
A splinter in nature's flesh,
Blood in the four winds.

Four winds
Scented in the morning.
Carnivore in day,
Four winds, wounded night.

A wound in nature's flesh,
Humanity's blade.
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