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Hallelujah , chipper fledglings
Bold showers , random blessings
Barefooted , o'er wetted summer carpets
For silver eyes that patrol countryside miracles
Sweet , scented blooms
A trace of empirical , welcome sunshine this afternoon
Hallelujah , hallelujah* ..
Copyright July 1 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Here the horse munches the grass
little knowing the trots of yore
for time when lays the bricks with curse
unhinges the strongest door.

Here the horse is tethered to feed
little hearing the neighs of past
for time when crumbles sows a seed
grows new order from soil of dust.

Here the horse lazes in sun
little seeing the shadow's growth
for time when ends a period's run
buries in the walls a lover's oath.

Here the horse walks in a round
little feeling the earth's spin
for time when shrinks the highest to ground
kingdoms fall in heaps of ruin.
On visiting a palace in ruins on a June afternoon, whereupon a lone horse was grazing.
Oh Mine!

Lost in my
mind;
not the woods.
Drowning in my
thoughts;
not the sea.
Sometimes you just feel so
zombie esque it hurts to breathe.
The twitches
of a witch's
evil eye.

Mirages,
of a former ghost.
My personalities paid host.
Posessions, demonic in blood relations.
I'm lost, in my own sea.
Dead like the one before me.
When I look in the mirror
I see my reflection
rain was falling down from the sky
I hold open my hand to catch raindrops
The cool feeling of falling rain running
down my face
You and I under the umbrella
laughter as we walk in the rain
Watching for flooded streets
Holding hands, talking
Misty reflections, we observed
stare at our faces from the store window
A mirror image
misty reflections
pride was her weakness
but then pride caught fire
now her pride is burned

pride was her weakness
but then pride grew tired
now her pride is yearned

pride was a relic of her insanity
her pride, her vanity
hit with reality
she is no longer proud.
Pride - a deadly sin.
She is both,
hellfire and holy water.
And the flavor you taste,
depends on how you,
treat her.
If I could go anywhere in the world
I would go back in time to a little girl,
to myself, at 8 years old,
and make the world seem a little less cold.
I would tell her not to cry
keep her chin up and keep her eyes dry.
I would tell her to love her mother
for she loves you like no other
After this I would travel on
to 14 year old me, thought she was gone.
I would tell her, please don't use the blade
for those scars you make, they will not fade.
Please just go and ask for help
i'd scream at her but she wouldn't yelp
for she thought that this would help her then
couldn't see a future where she'd smile again
next i'd go and visit mom
i'd sit with her and keep her calm
Tell her about the pain i hid
I know she really loved her kid
she didn't see how much i hurt
all she saw were angry spurts
now i'm filled with much regret
wish i could just forget
but adversely we can't go back
as much as i wanted that
moving forward, it will not stop
we just keep on going until we drop
i try to think now what would i say
if future me, came to me today
what would she tell me?
what does she know?
i guess that i will see
when i get there, you know?
Him
"Was he a good kisser?"

I couldn't say.

I know they were the best kisses of my life.
And I'm not just talking past tense.
It will never be better.
It will never be him again.

I can say he tore my heart out every time he left me.
I can say he ****** it back in every time he returned, reminding me what it was like to feel so deeply.
I can say when my knee grazed his I could feel electricity shooting up my body.
I can say he was the greatest love my life will ever have.

I have no idea if he was a good kisser.
It didn't really matter.
He was a good person.
He was the best person I've ever met.
He is funny and smart and witty and forgiving and caring and adventurous and handsome and FUN.

When I kissed him I felt dizzy and ecstatic and lucky and beautiful and LOVED.
I didn't have any room to notice how his lips moved.
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