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Nov 2017
Warmth passed when the flame was taken from light
The chills of quite hours
the beat that  is communication and song, in sound,  my heart..
it's the only voice  
around
that ever  speaks to me.
My breaths are  the only additional voices that I hear
That are  steady and bright

Blood flows through my veins
The draft of the fall weather flows from the cracks in the windows

These things are guaranteed and something you can depend on..
When everyone else seem to  be  way too important
over you
Pain remains in the heart....deep stains.

Another year  and another lost soul
The circle of People's Temporary Presence
Like the clock
It measures time until the end of the day.
A never ending repetitive way
like the spinning of the Earth
where one stays weak and quiet
Years take their toll.
Another fork in the road
leading to another sunny way.

You have no where to go.
If you had a way to get to them or go somewhere
Where would one go?
When the curtain of the act
when you arrive for your part in the play
is already at the end of the show.

Walking down highways
of travels life's souls...
Most you see are able to be together.
Like billboards they advertise their wonderful gift
of love
as you are the loner being advertised a product
One you never seem to have the resources to obtain.. such ..
in no matter of once thought of successful processes
taken
to acquire the needed assets.

The products fail to be affordable in stock or available on the selected love's store  shelves
in what means that are negotiable
for purchase from  the store's stock
orΒ Β negotiable for sale's ways.

Trust of the system
which love or friendship is disbursed
is questioned.
Limited quantities or lack of credit ..to obtain such
Beats your knee caps like the baseball bat of misery
Until you need a crutch.

You brave the storms and try again.
It is a demonstrator vehicle
Which you must return to love's dealership
after the timer on the sale's representative's clocks
Marks the end of short lived beloved travels
Walking, once again, nobody gives you the needed credit
because of the fights to survive or the constant
fights to prove you are the brighter one
From which you've travelled such roads and have been.
The way to earn the scores...
The fail to measure such....
As a one sided dice
Such never offers a game
to  ever have been a possible   win ...seen

The successful love economy brokers tell you how it is done
how you must do the steps to earn what you need
You sign the contract
However, the small type, at the bottom of the now signed pages
in the limitation section
and exceptions portion of such
Prevent you from obtaining the credit to earn that special someone.
Kevin Michael Kappler
Written by
Kevin Michael Kappler  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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