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Picture Perfect

She sits there with her Teddy Bear

//

Outside in the rain

The Homeless Man

Searches for Food

//

Myth

( the song )

..//..

Everybody dancing in their underwear

)(

                                                  ­     ( liberation (?)  


sitting naked on the fire escape

::::

She is a poem sitting there

//

You can even read her singing from

The farthest star.

""

The young boy wanders by

//

Discovers the purpose of life

& all who know him

Become fulfilled

//

The Only Homeless One

Is God - himself

//

We seem like aliens on the earth itself

Will anybody tell me why

""

We act like  being victim is alright

//

Outside in the rain

Searching for Food
.



((>>                   ^                  << ))
(>                <^>                <)
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                 / \         / \

::

Pure

//            //



•                           •

she

)(

Do you ever.             See (?)

Do you ever         Come to know (?)

//

Oh
My
                   Gentle  Love !

what does Love mean ?

"""
~,,~

Born on a midnight 's       full moon

on the mountain  with the saints

//

Free

••••

                                      ( Purity ! )

Oh my love




Do you want my love ?

Does your life mean a thing !

The unicorn

In the sky



we must serve her or die

;;:;:

That is the

Only.        reality
.



on elm street

All is quiet

Save for the dreams of children

//

For dinner

A scoop of peanut butter !

My heart full        of anticipation!



It is good !

( what is good ? )

IT



She said she loved me !

The wind kisses my cheek !

Under the waterfall laughing !



I held her ******* in my hand

Her face ( a full moon )         laughing

outside the window (?)     the world !
Counting the individual panes on a window , handles on a night stand and a chest of drawers .. Sixteen points of reference on a light switch , the dial tone is in the key of F major and I prefer to be alone ! Do you know what I'm going through , a play upon words just like I always do , in sequence , order in life to me is all about the timing ..Can you relate to counting your way through the day for the sake of having some form of control or say ? To hold your left elbow with your right hand and check each window for field of vision , recount the screws on the back of the television ?
Copyright September 25 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
St. Andrews Bay has left a mark on me , where jetties battle sea
Summer storm , distant , courtesy of afternoon breeze.
Thunderheads cool white sand  , wash , clean  and renew thoughts better left to antiquity ......Orange sky ...Lightning , where gulf and sky meet.........
Copyright September 25 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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