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941 · Jul 2011
Rust
Robin Amaral Jul 2011
isn't that how it works ?



missed sunrises



charcoal shadows on a rainy day



an unfamiliar knock at the door



you ,  standing there



not knowing why






I was the quiet one with a million thoughts , jesus and ***


thoughts so many tried to pry from my mind


ideas caught and tangled



in this superficial world , iconic and moronic



you called me a runner



I just knew how to listen



and just knew when



to go and begin - again





maybe you were afraid of my fearlessness



or was it that , so many other friends fell to their own



I remember them  



your unhappiness



in how I could be happy alone



how you confused need and want



your love caged in jealousy



if you could only change



me



my social sarcasm


cliques and their ******* games



and you spinning



a carousel of questions


who am I ? who are we ? where are we going ?



you kept grasping for that gold ring



I kept riding ...





your gone now



and it's still raining



slippery sidewalks



no rainbows  



just us  



rust



of auld lang syne







copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral
784 · Jul 2011
Of little purple flowers
Robin Amaral Jul 2011
Cherry orchards are beautiful this time of year



memories of you  , I



surrounded in the comforts of spring



warm and pastel light



a beginning



we lay within those purple flowers



I never knew the names of



pink blossoms slipping from the sky



like the snow thought left behind









secrets



how they burn within  



yours ravaging the soul



your hidden heart torn



the words you couldn't say



and your bed of novels  



how your dreams floated on others words  



and you wished , and wished ,  and wished



that somehow  ,  I was the one  



  





I lay on the rock by that tiny lake  



my eyes closed



and you tickled my ear



"wake up you beautiful man"



in your delicate hand , a blue feather



you wearing a sunny halo



the gulls circled and called in the sky



you curved your body over mine









I lay awake at night



eyes staring back into the black  



trying not to remember



and it's raining



I think of you crying



tears you were never afraid of


buried in loneliness



and I swing at the night



reality crushing  



with no goodbye



your final gesture









and now ,



I walk along this shore



under the struggling sun



and I hear a cry



on the wings of a gull



remembering your face to the sea



and little purple flowers



here , alone





copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral
644 · Dec 2012
Skin
Robin Amaral Dec 2012
I have stood on this edge

between soul and circumstance

between sun and storm

where scars and ink

circle the night

in a silent prayer

of love

and compassion

moved by the mystery  

the silk wings

of a sunshone ray

guided by the whisper

of the poetic moon

where the spirit moves gently

to the kiss of

freedom ~





Copyright © 2012 Robin Amaral

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