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 Oct 2014 Randy Bryte
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hacking the cloud
to paint the sky

- code in words
gets the color
down between the lines -

beneath the verse -
perfectly - poetically

- subversive.

r ~ 10/19/14
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 Oct 2014 Randy Bryte
Victoria
I'm putting you far ,far out of my head
The memory of us is better off dead

Nothing but pain and suffering from you
I want this time to start anew

Time to heal, time to deal
My feelings and self  I won't conceal

I am here now, self as loud as thunder
I won't allow you to keep me under

The times we had were never quite good
Since you are nothing more than a ghetto street hood

I wont regret our time together
That's like being mad at bad weather

For it's nature's way of clearing out
That which is evil and had begun to surmount

For you were only a reflection of what was bad in me
And its time , albeit to set me free

For you I feel sorry that you haven't yet  learned
The apple doesnt fall far
And for that you'll be burned

A life full of strife
And without true happiness
Because within you  there are lies and much bitter sadness
My comment about the weather is not meaning that natural disasters cleanse the world of evil....but rather just that a natural disaster..which 'he is'.
**work in progress**
 Oct 2014 Randy Bryte
Victoria
They say that time heals all wounds
I can't complain, so far so good

I'm happy again with just being me
the troubles of my past have begun to cease

I appreciate all that I have around me
The wind, Sun, moon ,stars and my family

I have learned so much this year about love and life
Im ready to move beyond old strife

Living and loving and holding on tight
For life and love I won't give up this fight

I was meant to be cherished
And cherished I will be
But now I know that it starts with **ME
 Oct 2014 Randy Bryte
Victoria
The impurity of my soul is what attracts the dredges  of the earth to me

The false,  the pretentious, the idle, the egotistical
They all hide behind a slight swagger and yet a frown of insecurity

They creep in with their words
and disappear leaving behind the sediment of their pungent contamination

But why me?

Am i only the company I keep?

Am I more than this delicate mystique?

Or do I hide behind the name sake  of succubus and lover in fear of what's underneath

I dare say ........it may be to late for me
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