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Don't got money, got a heart of gold
Plenty to accomplish before I get old
Think I'd be anywhere if somebody told
Me I couldn't do it, I had to take control
Of the waves life brings and crashes
Gotta swim with them not against I have this
Gift I need to share with the world out of habit
My thoughts come racing quick like a rabbit
Ideas to spread and lives to touch
Even if I do a little with that I'll consider it good enough
I don't call it luck or a coincidence
It seems suspect, some day heaven sent
I've done my fair share for when I depart from this earth
I've tried my best to do what I can for what it's worth
Lies are like fire,
So hard to contain,
They rise and they rage,
And they cause hurt and pain,
Be careful with fire
It cannot be tamed,
So use it with caution,
When starting a flame.
Bracing for an unforseen storm,
I ride the feathery blue waves that pull me closer to you,
At every whispering cloud I fear thunder,
Only to hear the peaceful melody of the ocean,
Sail on...sail on.
Arriving in a lonely dark room
In which my misery loom
Unpacking a suitcase of doubt
No windows nor any way out
I take off the coat that protects me
It was made of your laughter and glee
Now I settle atop of this bed
Supported by things that I dread
I took the path that lead me here
For love and joy was all that I fear
I will forever live in a room full of sad
When I ran away from the good that I had
Shared on Hello Poetry on January 28, 2016.
Copywrite under Bianca Reyes.
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 Dec 2015 Randy Ray Price
Loxodes
You are like the rarest of metals,
found on Mars.
Bright green and deep purple
Like the most beautiful stars.
The boring affairs on planet Earth,
Left far behind.
Always moving our perception,
changing our states of mind.
Like all lovers,
we pretend the galaxy moves around us.
I'm Homerus and you be my Venus.
Loving you makes inspiration easy,
Maybe thats why i had to write something cheesy.
 Dec 2015 Randy Ray Price
Bec
On Sunday mornings,
my father likes to leave for
church before he can see me
just getting home.
Cigarettes in the back pocket
of yesterday's jeans and another
strangers' fingerprints littered
across my body.
Do you pray for my soul, father?
While you're on your knees
at the pew, do you think about
the tears in the knees of my jeans?
Do you ask God why he has
burdened you with a
daughter like me?
The blank pages of the bible
you clutch will not save you
and my Holy Water cocktail
will not save me.
You raised a robot
Sustenance on tables and roofs over
metal heads
No need to feel alive just make sure they aren't dead
Plug em in to charge, later a fulfilling task
He knows what he should do, and he knows he shouldn't ask
If he's got what he needs why the **** should he complain?
Tried programming  his circuitry
You realized it's a brain
You raised him like a robot
If I had four arms I'd make interesting  snow angels
I'd rid my ear buds of infuriating cord tangles
Three cookies and cocoa
I'd eat all at once
I could only imagine
my incredible  stunts
There is so many things to grasp, feel and touch
It's safe to assume I'd ******* twice as much
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