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Dreaming of black wings
Does that make me dark
See angel wings protrude from my back
Was told I was of the fallen
Yet I try not to fall
All can be misconstrued :- dreams could be nightmares ...nightmares could be dreams
There is never a moment
When anything in this world
Can say "everything is okay"
It isn't, I do not believe "okay" exists
What does exist, is moving forward
Believing **** is ******
Knowing options how to not sink
And not becoming engulfed
In the destructive waves of life
Life doesn't give a ****
This didn't come with instructions
Death is always just below us
So no, things are not alright
Things are happening
And we need to find
The paths to grow, to feel
Escape from what could happen
dive into what you make happen
We are born to die
In between, you live
 Jul 2017 Felix Andlar
JL Smith
Alone again,
But not lonely
Accepted solitude
As tranquility
Your fear
My freedom
Exploring my depth
Releasing my demons
Core settles
In tune
Mind opens
Heart composes
Serenity and beauty
Heeding inner voice
Spiritual rejoice
Gratitude
Emotional latitude
Flows freely
Rejecting the judgmental,
Artificial
Open to growth
Affirming an oath
Confident in myself
Purpose in moving forward
Trusting my gut
Relying on Superiority
The One and Only
Alone again,
But not lonely

© JL Smith
My lovelorn mind is full of words after being in her company last night.

I want to dress her in sensuous  words of love & disrobe her with dancing fingers of passion.

Every contour of her face is etched in lines of love on my bursting heart.
"It'll never amount to owt"
As they say in Yorkshire.
"Ahh mean, 'ers 'int love wit 'ere ole man
'Ant thou's married too!
Giv ova 'ant grow a pair son....."

"I know, don't you think I've been thru this a million times in my heart and head"?
"But I can't give up on her, I haven't told her my feelings, I couldn't.... She'd run a mile, and I'd lose a friend, my heart would shatter into a trillion pieces"

"Aye, but 'ere know thou's sweet 'ont 'ere"
"Lassies know such things"

"But she teases me, leads me on,flirts with me, manipulates my heart".


"Nowt good will come of it I'm tellin' ye,
It'll all end 'int tears...probably yers too"

"I know that at my age I should know betta,
But no age is exempt to love"
I cling to hope,
Each and any crumb that might Indicate that she'll allow me to hold her in my arms
And kiss her..."

"So take your Yorkshire logic,
Your Northern pragmatism,
I can't see the wood for the trees in this 'affair' I know
But I live in hope that one day
She'll tell me that she loves me..."
 Jul 2017 Felix Andlar
Born
..
     ..
..

She carries her burdened smile
..
everywhere she goes
..
begging for kindness
                  .
everyday of her   .     days
                                       .
                                                .
Shelter her today                              .
                                                                ­      .
For your tomorrow might be heavier                   .
                                                                ­        .
Forget the hate                                        .
                                                           .
And be her angel                       .
                                            .
Offering better days   .
                            
ahead         






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The blush water lilies
all rose up with sunshine's gold
as the little sailor boy
by the pond merrily strolled.

His cheeks were cherry red,
and his locks - fair and yellow
when he sat by the wooden bridge
playing on his father's cello.

And while his music was even heard
in the fisherman's village, so clear and loud
He spotted his reflection in the water and said
,, Boy, to be so young I am most certainly proud ! ,,

Suddenly the sailor boy realized soon,
to the old captain he gave his word
and promised to set sail with him
by tomorrow's merciful noon.

But this rash oath he did regret,
for instead with the village boys to carelessly play
he had to leave the warm dry land
and boldly sail under skies angry and grey.

Why, Oh why did he ever ran away from home,
and abandon his poor mother who was very ill
to wait for him all  day and all night
'cause he was her only son, true and still

So he stood up and quickly passed the bridge,
thinking of his mother's eyes, colored in brown
And below the mossy ridge he ran
when he saw her weeping in the garden.

,, Mother, sweet mother ,, - the sailor boy cried
and ran up to her hugging her apron, clean and white
,, I do not wish to sail young in the roaring sea
and leave you alone here to die of terrible fright ,,

,, Do not worry ,,- his mother happily said
and his blessed heart was again filled with joy,
for he knew that even if he never would sail to sea,
he would always remain the little sailor boy
Dear soft autumn breeze,
you carry those leaves so gracefully
one by one into the sweet unknown

But I'm the tree
not ready to let go,
I'm afraid my green
is turning yellow

One sad day
my branches
will be empty,
and my color
will be plain

A mere request
might keep you
away

But leaves are called leaves
Because they leave
Don't they?
Isn't life the metaphor?
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