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I gaze out of my soul
All I see are the holes
Left in the world of death
Nothing left to bless
It's all gone to hell
I shrug and say "oh well"
As I continue my stroll
Through my endless soul
No longer searching
Just silently lurking
Hoping to find the thing
I know I long after
Hoping to find hope
Some way to cope
And I *****
At these walls that block me off
Screaming for someone to see
And screaming for them to leave me be
I begin to run
And I try and hide
I can not move
I will not be satisfied
With what I see
And the darkness inside me
I leap out of my soul
And stop looking inside myself
And finally I reach out for help
Because I myself can not save me
I myself am not the key
I am nothing but meager dust
In myself am nothingness
I look outside myself
And I see the light
And suddenly everything is no longer night.
The more I get over you,
the less poetry I write
so you
either were a great inspiration
*Or I was never a poet, but
just a man hopelessly in love.
 Oct 2017 The Dedpoet
Hannah
Thanks for putting up with
my mood swings and blues.

I learned how to love
by imitating you.
Anything or everything is the same thing we always do.

That first time was the best time like the last time was too
and the thing we always want to do,

and everything is time for anytime when the right time comes along.

Cagney was a man a long time before he met Lacey, it all changed then, but that's America for you and everything they do we generally follow.

I followed the Yellow Brick Road kissed a frog and turned into a toad which was not in the script but Dorothy loved me anyway and called me her Buddy,

The tin man who used to be Buddy before he got sick wished us well.

I believe it's okay to dream away during the day because during the night I'm far too busy.

This has been a random communication
most of my communications are
recently
after every massacre
by some fanaticized pathological idiots
politicians call upon their citizens
to come together
and pray for the murdered and their families

this is absolutely appropriate

but it seems
that ever since 9/11
the nation only comes together
AFTER more of its members have been killed

I wish very much
that the nation
   AND politicians
would come together
BEFORE  the next massacre
and take appropriate action
to prevent such disasters
in the first place
 Oct 2017 The Dedpoet
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.
 Oct 2017 The Dedpoet
Imran Islam
The window is open
and so is that arcane door.
This heart is always open;
So come back again

I miss your happiness
and those rainy days
More than that
I miss your happy smile
and sweet voice.

I miss chilly moments
with morning coffee,
I miss walking with you
and talking to you for hours
More than that
I miss your eyes
and wet shy lips.

I miss your lank hair
and your smooth cheeks
I miss your silent touches
on my wishful face.
Do you miss me anymore?
I do miss you, my dear!

You're the levin to me
on cloudy nights,
I love you, darling
and I always have;
I'm still alive to get your love
Sweetie, come back again!
BE
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