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Contemplating self immolation at a movie theater , somewhere in America , how many shots will take out the maximum amount of targets , children unknowingly face their mortality at a popular location . Placed a call with God , on a cellular phone , need clarification on what constitutes abomination before his high court ? He's busy with affairs of his own , so here's a message for you all with my gun ...Totality minus reason ! Woke up at three a.m. . Deaths invoice begs , at what price liberty ? Malevolent ,  homegrown terror , ostensibly the lesser of two evils , killing future Nobel Laureates or a promising young Doctor that solved the cure for cancer , sadly at peace , face down ..Ringing .. Message from Mom , distressed , on a cellular phone , are you busy with affairs of your own ? When are you coming home ?
Copyright October 12 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Sep 2015 Phasma de Oceanus
REAL
Staring at me cause I smoke

Letting the smoke escape my mouth and nose  

I look at you

And  I throw my cigarette down then spit

" I don't care "
Darkness pervades; an empty whole.
Tears fill this broken bowl.
The nectar too salty to quench the thirst
A brutal reminder of what came first

A Blackness, a Void. God illuminated into being.
Beauty, Belief, Faith - a false way of Seeing.
The futile attempts to make the hole whole,
but it's Loneliness that resides in our Soul.

In every being sprung into existence
the Romantic effort of Man's resistance
is Love, hailed as the Cure.
But ask yourself, "Are you sure?".

At a life with Loneliness by our side
Love's importance becomes amplified.
But Love is just a wishful lie
it is Loneliness that embraces us as we die.
~~~

as we lay beside each other,

about twelve long inches apart,
both tablet-engrossed,
human flesh coffee cup holders,
I proffered this rejoinder/rejoin her:

"if you were closer,
I'd kiss you hard,"
but for now,


be satisfied with this my darling:

distance makes the heart grow fonder"

then she looked up, up, up,
removed her sound proofing earbuds,
asking the ceiling,

"what's that you said?"

~~~

as we lay beside each other,

the symphonic orchestra struck up
"The Human Cantata"
the sounds we frailties issue,
when thoughts course
throughout our bodies and minds,
sounds of melodic purring,
foot stomping, jumping for joy
drums and timpani,
violins cry soaring and moaning
and this particular vignette
of music never-ending
has never been recorded

till now

~~~


as we lay beside each other,

we lay inside each other,
the vines of new stories shoot
every which way,
and you contemplate
a poem title emendation,
why a mere three,
perhaps,

endless vignettes?


~~~
August 2015

one early morning
‘’She has some blood
in her pale hands
that flows down softly
from her veins,
it flows on her fingers
then it goes down,
with little drops
to hit the ground.
She’s surely dead,
and I’m amazed
to see such people…
Getting their life erased,
without even getting that
they have just deleted
all they ever really had ‘’
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