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I saw you approach me
during the golden hour as they say
but all I see is a black haze
a stranger with a familiar face
 Dec 2015 jepuckett
Anna-Lynn
Deep oceans cannot hold what is hiding within my heart, the waves cannot squander my thoughts, oh so dark--
The coral cannot cover my sad hopeful zeal, because I am full of unrealistic ideals--
I drift with the fishes and pretend to be free, but your arms, oh so tight, are wrapped around me--
I plea to the Gods to send me on my way, but I fear that once I go, I will cry out "please let me stay!"--
I am bigger than the ocean, and greater than any God, because I've felt a Tsunami rise up from the sod--
Your eyes are greener than the wild algae below, the gaze that I feel will drag me undertow--
I have yet to discover the treasure I seek, but it must be closer to that mountainous peak!--
....Can fall on deaf ears:

And if not,

Can hurt more than you know,

Later,

Regrets hanging out on a line,

Waiting to be forgiven,

Some will be,

Others left blowing in a lonely breeze,

Have to be even more careful,

In a small town like this,

These walls have ears,

The windows have eyes,

Greeted by empty streets when you appear,

Friendly neighbor now your judge,

All his sad secrets,

Safely tucked into his vest,

Heaven forbid should his past be revealed,

Voice now speaking quiet lies,

Raised only in righteous accusation,

Of faults you've never dismissed,

Yet want to hide,

From those with no compassion,

Reveling in your shame,

Having buried their own,

In the backyards of their minds,

Such cruelty,

No other living creature would bestow,

No,

Only humans with their free will gift,

Of thought,

Draped in pathetic robes,

Of hypocritical truths,

Living in their lies,

Sight lost of understanding,

Worshiping the almighty dollar,

Blinded to their eternity,

Morality,

Only a word to be despised,

Lost.

Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place

Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn
I'VE got a dagger here;
    Silenced in its sheath,
Waiting for Love; may it lowly appear.

I've found an ally of Death,
    Far from the divine Souls of Light,
In a Dying Heart's breath -
    Bled from the Dagger's Plight.
 Dec 2015 jepuckett
Delaney
Feeling
 Dec 2015 jepuckett
Delaney
I feel
forbidden to live properly.

I feel
like a waste of oxygen consumption.

I feel
shackled to my insecurities.

I feel
as if I no longer want to feel at all.

(d.d.b)

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