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 May 2018 Justin Rio
Cné
Musing
 May 2018 Justin Rio
Cné

Many days without a muse.
Whatever shall I do?
Too long away from poetry
and sans a point of view

The moon has been so beautiful.
But words just would not come.
The sunrise has been glorious
the sunsets strike me numb.

Romance is in the air tonight.
Perhaps a muse will see...
And strike a chord that gives
a voice to verses now in me.

I close my eyes and see much more
than sight can ever see.
Colors swirl behind my lids
and rainbows, vividly.

Butterflies and hummingbirds
a ship of clouds glides by
Howling wolves in the wilderness
a pink and azure sky

And so, I find I need no sight
to find my inspiration.
The mind is far more "visual"
and gives its own sensation.

Just writing....
You smile at me
through Your tears
and in Your pain
assure me i will
get better too
because You're
the type of person
to have so much light
even the plants want to grow
toward you.
 May 2018 Justin Rio
Mike Hauser
Where went the time
Where we could speak our minds
And not be afraid
We'd be threatened for our lives

What's good for the goose
Is not the gander the same
How tight or loose is the noose
On which they have us hang

When you say what you want
When you speak your mind
They tell you what to do so you don't
Step out of the line

As long as your point's the same
As their point of view
You're allowed to do and say
What they want you to

Can't have you out on your own
Giving others rays of hope
When they've kept them in the dark this long
On the things that they should know

When you go completely rouge
You'll find they do not like
While trying to tarnish your halo
When speaking your own mind
I find it very disturbing the way people are attacked these days for having their own opinion... This is not going to turn out good.
 Apr 2018 Justin Rio
r A bentinck
This morning I awoke,
You were the first thing on
My mind:
You were the sunrise
Spreading your golden rays
Across the sky.

This morning I woke up
You were the fresh rose
In my garden
Your tender petals blowing
In the cooling breeze
Your celestial fragrance
Gently fills the morning scent.

This morning I woke up
And memories of you and
Your ever-glowing beauty
Enfolds me like the fresh
Morning breeze-
Cool,
Gentle
Soothing and
Refreshing.

This morning I woke up
And you were the essence of life.
 Apr 2018 Justin Rio
Kalliope
Every time I get comfortable
Without you
You show up again.

Every time I get used to sleeping
By myself
You crawl into my bed.

Every time I fall in love
With you,
You leave me again.
The way we love hurts my heart.
 Apr 2018 Justin Rio
John Doe
You
 Apr 2018 Justin Rio
John Doe
You
Loving you

Was the most

Beautiful

way to die
...
once
upon a
time our
life was just
like a beautiful
melodious rhyme
infect our heart and soul
speculations, emotions
were perfectly
shynchronized
wings of our
emotions
were very
strong

###

togther
we having
wherewithal
to cross the ocean
and pass through the
seven mighty seas
capable to bear
the heat of
summer
with no
fear

####

often
use to fly
through the
high mountains
deep valley
and plains
dense forests
deserted dunes
our soul were in
the synchronization
to the whole universe
but in this earthly game
the time never remain same
nothing seems to be surprise
always remember by the wise
it was a change in time sinewave
shattered delusion of fairy tales
mystical galaxies ruined away
blissfulness transformed into
scary ceaseless restlessness
tone of melodious music  
changed from joy to
thorny repentance
innate loneliness
wounded soul
creepy isolation
isolation moments
dreadful dark reflection


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*(c) deovrat - 03.04.2018
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