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 May 2016 Ronney
Sequestered
Most enchanted amongst souls,
Once embraced by crystalline sunrays;
Kissed by those luscious lips of moonlight,
Walked amidst twinkling stars...

Now this same soul spits out fury...
Anger, enthroned in the altar of her *****;
Rage, roared and pounced like a wildcat;
Poison, brewed malicious vengeance...

Still, this wounded but wild tempest...
Her every raging storm, my whole must enwrap;
Breathe again, my delight into this candlelight,
Made wildfire by this windstorm of mine.
How can you break my heart and tell me you still love me?
 May 2016 Ronney
Just Melz
Today was my birthday

And I barely remember what I did
But I was surrounded by those I love

Today was my birthday

And I didn't get very many gifts
But what I got was just enough

Today was my birthday

And I didn't go anywhere special
But I was surrounded by those I love

**And it was just perfect enough
 May 2016 Ronney
Brent Kincaid
I’ve been losing sleep,
The pain runs too deep.
Wind whistles through the trees
And it blows right through me.
It’s like I am human sieve
Who has given all he can give.
I surrendered my physicality
And am battered by reality.

I’m over playing silly games
Of guessing people’s names
And hoping they really are
Who they claim they are.
Now I prefer to stay alone
Not waiting here for the phone
Or visitors at my front door.
I’m not into that any more.

Feeling I am invisible
Can become invincible
A force that slams the gate
On any successful fate
Making a hash of all tomorrows;
A progression of personal sorrows.
I need to do something different.
I need to stop being indifferent.

I’ll stop playing supporting roles
In matters that can heal my soul.
I will say yes to a future me
That can exist without tragedy,
Self-ridicule and poisonous doubt.
I’m not sure how, but I will find out
And make for myself a new way
To fill the empty space every day.
Take a country pond , transform it into the raging North Atlantic
Make a curled leaf riding its surface the doomed Titanic
A Reed is a Sorcerers wand in the right hand
A rock becomes a shooting star hurtling into the ocean
Walk home through cotton fields filled with surprise
The house , a Castle waiting for the King or Queen to arrive
Copyright May 14 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 May 2016 Ronney
summer
Caught up in the smoke,
She only ever meant it to be a joke,
But she gotta attached to him,
As her body does a spin,

Dancing between trees made of lust,
This craving is a must,
Her hands in her hair,
With most of her skin bare,

Caught up in the moment,
She may be broken,
But she knows only one thing for sure,
you are her only cure,

She doesn't want to pressure you,
force you to feel blue,
she wants you here,
she never wants you to disappear,

Caught up in the thick smoke,
blinded by a haze and feel hands around her neck ready to choke,
she can't keep going on with these demons inside her,
she death was all but a beautiful blur.
 May 2016 Ronney
gray rain
I've grown distant.
I've grown appart.
I've separated
myself, my heart.

My identity hidden.
My soul is lost.
my heart was beating
but then it stopped.

I carried on without it,
slowly dying inside.
As my existence was descending,
I started to wither and hide.

In the shadows I lurked
and barely spoke a word.
My mind started to work.
I started to wonder,
my thoughts couldn't stop
I started to ponder.

What would life be
if my heart would just beat?
My identity seen.
The dudum dudum on repeat.

Where I wasn't distant,
still held together.
I could be myself,
truly forever.
Written 12-13/5/2016
Girl, your touch is golden
It shows in the way you carry yourself
Very classy and stunning
Admirable and loving
A heart that is so pure
A soul that is gentle
Shining your heart through
Brings out the highlights in you
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