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Same exact date but of different pace
Now reminiscing what happened in that place
That chilly night as we race
Through the situation of life and death.

I still clearly remember
As I was murmuring prayers
Which I poorly and randomly constructed
Even God can't quite understand clearly.

In the midst of the night, we rushed to the hospital
Advised that she must be confined
So my father left me behind
To tend her and to keep an eye.

She told me to take some rest but I disagree
Under her sweet voice I fell asleep unnoticeably
Wishing I never did
'cause that cost me a lifetime of guilt.

Waken up to see her in hysterical
Of the squeezing in her heart that could be fatal
Enough to make me frantic
Trying to think of the essentials.

As I watched her struggling for her breath
I tried to held back the tears that can't help but stream
Not wanting her to see me losing
Hope for her so she'll keep on fighting.

Hoping for a miracle as they recucitate her
I knew  it there but still in denial
And at the crack of the dawn
I lost her...without even saying "Goodbye."

That is one of those times
When you want to gather all those spared hours
And add every single second of it to that very moment
So you could change the course of fate but couldn't.

The feeling of  helplessness
Like a bird without its wings
Can't think of anything
But weep about everything.

Thoughts running in my mind
As unstoppable as the river flow
Tears running down my face
Streaming like the waterfalls.

The pain was unbearable
Especially when you got no one to lean on
Because the one you can always count on
Is the one you're  bleeding for.

It's been three years
But why do I feel devastated after all this time?
Then someone answered me,
" 'cause the memories of the past never go away.
They are with us till the end of our time
."

This may be a memory of the past now
But unlike any other, it will never be forgotten
A past that's always a part of my present
And will always play a big role in my future...

Krystal Marcelo
*01/22/16
I dedicate this poem to my one and only Mom.
I love you and I miss you so much!
your prayers they go unanswered
because you never ask
like beautiful ballerina dancers
that never get the chance to dance

as the music plays
down from heaven above
to the tune of mercy and grace
from God's goodness and love

like treasures that find their rest
deep on the ocean floor
prayers that never get to be asked
have no reason to float

making their way to the heavens
where your prayers belong
instead they're like that of the emptiness
of the lonely sirens song

you'll never know of the blessings had
until it is you ask
if the things that you truly need
never leave your heart and head
Old man of 17

How many years have you lived the dream
Have you yet found that there's no escape
Living this out till your final day

Old man of 21

Set to retire with all you have done
All that is left is the spinning of wheels
Days by the pool, drowning your deals

Old man of 45

When did you pass the prime of your life
Too little too late finding it out
Not knowing then though knowing it now

Old man of 64

You know in your heart, there's something more
You've left it behind but still have the need

Old man of 17
the heart feels a gypsy
the mind a vagabond
the eyes get misty
by the lilies in the pond

bloom the petals pinkish
smudged with streaks of white
swaying slow by wind's kiss
glory displayed bright

upon the slender neckline
crowns of innocent smiles
fill all dark with sunshine
wipe out weary miles

o traveler feel the invite
merrily pause to respond
be a while in sunlight
among the lilies of the pond
inspiration: my cover photo
Ours is to provoke thought , stir lively conversation , relay life experiences on every occasion , brushed with a tad of fantasy tinted on the mortarboard of creativity and brilliant imagination ...
Quiet walks through country lanes that come to creation before the storytellers keen eye .. Cicada filled trees , blackberry thickets , strawberry dreams and Esquire rabbits ,
June Bugs on shoulders edge telling tall tales , Sir Bullfrog in character at the wishing well !
Relaying truths to conjure hope in the layperson , with austere poetic compilation , guidelines and hardened steel reserve commitment to excellence before my peers !
Copyright January 23 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Why oh Why,
  do we toss the dice
  when the last thing we should gamble
  with is our lives

         Why oh Why,
           are we so good at lies
           but often so bad
           when we try and deny

Why oh Why,
  are we not color blind
  when the color, all bleed
  is red on the inside

          Why oh Why,
            do we love the light
            but only when it shines
            in the cervices of other lives

Why oh Why,
  when we go to die
  that we concentrate
  mostly on life
-o-o-o-o-o-

unforgiveness
is the chain
which shackles you
to your
PAIN


10W
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/26/2016
Please read
"path"
and
"freedom"

I am taking a hiatus

THANKS!
(10w)

~

is "you’ll never know how much I care" a dare?

~

post script.

and would it be wrong to ask you to die... trying?  i've always felt the irony of this statement and.wondered why others hadn't felt it too.
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