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Randy Lee Apr 2016
whatever does not love you back
never define yourself by that
for it is the love that you have
that makes you who you are
Randy Lee Apr 2016
as you gracefully walked by, your beauty caught my eye
the way that you carry yourself so well, it makes me shy
but then you walked into the door
and cursed a word with letters four
and I fell in love, as I laughed so hard I almost cried
Randy Lee Apr 2016
Why am I so scared to be loved..
I find myself hiding
behind sadness and fear
afraid of losing it in time
of needing the rain to fall down
and wash away my tears
and at times I do wonder,
what within is keeping me
from seeing the real thing?
I feel like papier mache,
scared of the emotional breeze...
Randy Lee Apr 2016
If I had just one moment
to express all that I desire
deep within my soul
I might just hug someone
and hold them strong and close
if only for an ineffable instant
to erase the gap of feeling distant
it's connection I yearn for most
Randy Lee Apr 2016
Close your eyes I've got a surprise
a world without lies where your mind
no longer denies the tears you need to cry
for the pain as it's pried from your heart
and you can start to live and discard
all the blame releasing your shame
stop playing the game of guilt
just by making a decision
to stop with the hate of yourself
and rebuild within a love that transcends
the divisions of race and religion
with party lines erased
replaced by togetherness
and the commonality of death we share
as you begin to care again
not to save the world but humanity upon it
we're merely a blink in the eye of time under the sun
so if you accept yourself for who you are
then your life has finally begun
Randy Lee Apr 2016
The Greeks were, three thousand years ago,
just as advanced as we are now, you know...
why so little progression?
why so much aggression?
It must be the fear and laziness, universal...
Randy Lee Apr 2016
I would like to tell you a story...

There exists a man.

He lives his life soulfully.
He has been called many things,
but he prefers to be referred to as a dreamer.

His heart he wears,
not so subtly,
on the tops of his sleeves,
for the whole world to see.

Though what he hopes to wear is a rarity,
something incomprehensible,
in this here reality.

His reverie is a complexity,
that those who are meaner might see,
as paradoxical insanity.

But he does not mind...

For he is chosen to hear a melody
of silent divinity,
that speaks volumes to his soul,
mystically whispering a hymn of

'everything is more than it seems.'

Unfortunately, there is a catch;
a web of illusion and fear...
and it is here he forgets,
the beat of that singing,
and falls back to sleep...
walking away from his dreams.

But then, an incredible scene;

Out of miraculous calamity,
he once again encounters the Being,
the identical flame,
who gently shakes him awake,
and he begins to recall,
the truest of Love,
and why he was made
and how he can see;

The treasure hidden within all of humanity.

Now in spirit again he sways softly...
In tune with the holiest of melodies.
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