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 Aug 2016 Femi
Dark Delusion
No
 Aug 2016 Femi
Dark Delusion
No
The tears are rolling down my face.
It won’t stop because of you.
You’ve never been there for me in first place.
You won’t let my voice through.

I’ve always wondered why.
Why I couldn’t love you.
You were always the bad guy.
Love between us is taboo.

The tears rolling down my face is dry now.
It stopped, not because of you.
I’ve ever wondered how.
How I’d hate you.

You said you loved me a thousand times.
But you were too slow.
You asked me if I could love you in a lifetime.
But my answer was only no.
Took a cherry blunt hit with yellowed fingers
The song writing sensibility lingered
Poured black coffee and wrote a tune on being comfortable at night
How a bad tooth kept me down
Teenage greasy haired full blown depression
Guitar in hand or within reach obsession
Chain smoking , acrid breath
Strumming through ashtrays to build a cigarette
Hiding in rooms
Scurrying away from crowds
Always the subject
Self medicated loner
Writing poetry then burning it
Having a friend then ruining it* ...
Copyright August 8 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Aug 2016 Femi
Kurt Philip Behm
Tell me you love me,
  tell me you’re sure

Tell me again,
  tell me once more

Say it resplendent,
  one breath to endure

Say one last time,
  those words evermore

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
 Aug 2016 Femi
Ayeshah
FLY...
 Aug 2016 Femi
Ayeshah
My mind edges closer to insanity's rim,

My hearts not in it; it'll never beat the same.

Laying lazily on the edge;  I've felt the slight brush of tipped rough wings.

If I jump; could I fly  with you?
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traces of your beauty
reflected in the isle of my dreams
I float on the waters of duty
I'm as loyal as your conscience deems

lost in the pearls of your worth
I escape the madness of greed
in all the green and quenching earth
love: the most powerful seed

out of its bud grows the universe
so many, unfurling wonders from beyond
stepping into them I see your shame
trapped in your festering pond

but each stride out of your mire
is a height conquering sickness and death
time spent favoring wholesome desire
makes one full of promulgating breath

yet still the climb is vicious
tricky traps and trapping tricks abound
at times it will make you listless
other times it is glory's sound

in the end, there is no end
a thirst for silence, a forgotten friend
in thine tireless hour of  magnitude
it is the breath of hope you defend
Enjoy!

DEW

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