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You cleaned up
any hope that remained
with a dustpan and brush
and threw it into
the trash.
?
?
Do you ever
reread your words
and think,
"****,
what is wrong
with me?"
For eyes of iron
Hearts of ice
Fingers of lead
Children in the trash

For kindness
Goodwill
Goodness
Love

For bullet holes
Burglars
Taggers
Brawlers

For the courageous
The peacemakers
The volunteers
The helpful

A rainbow in the sky
Beneath it live people
Like you and me
So alike — or not?
People
He
The OLD man
Reveals
Takes Off His mask
You
Stumble a little
Surprised but Not
Uncomfortably
To See
A Young Girl
Looking at You winking
With Strands of curly DARK Brown
Hair

You follow
Her to
Where the Tips of your own Hair
Connect with Hers
Always have really

The world Twists
Twirls Mixes is.spit Out

WhOLE

and you Laugh a Long
Loud Happy and
Relieved
Sound that is NOW echoed and calls for the Journey ahead

🧭♥️🎶
😘
It almost happened.
I was almost good enough for him.
He almost took responsibility, our magnet pieces of love almost gathered,
Before the scene got all dim.

I never knew this would be my lesson,
In a closed book, an endless waiting session...
Now, the page turns on me and you,
The story is about to end, not with a goodbye, with the almost, in a blurry view...
When the detritus
At last
Gets too deep
When there s
No clear vision
Awake
Or in sleep
While
The candles wax
Melts
And bubbles down
The foul grey sands
Whip off of the beach
To  cover the town
The infection
Not stopping
To your system
A rout
Them things  
Held within you
Start to leak out.
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

          An Exercise in Alliteration Cut Short by the August Heat

Even summer seems weary with summer:
Withering weeds wish woefully for winter
High heat hangs heavily upon the heath
While garden groundlings gasp across the grass!
Billions of stars in the sky

only one close enough

is all it takes

to light up the earth.

Billions of people in the world,

only one special enough

is all it takes

to light up a heart.
Loneliness deepens, days blend.
Phone in hand, heart sinks.
Memories taunt, 'what if' whispers.
Self-worth unravels, sparkle lost, emptiness remains.
 Aug 19 Chuck Kean
nivek
traversing the impassable
life over death

a heart for song
gifted at birth
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