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take a look, you may notice
the stolen glow of the hopeless
a photo so out of focus
lower than a golden crocus

but beautiful just the same

going closer, you may notice
soul of a broken closeness
low notes of a solo opus
glowing like a floating lotus

and beautiful just the same

(a golden crocus is a beautiful, low growing flower, but it can be easily over-taken by weeds, and wither...a lotus is my favorite flower, which floats on water, and seems to glow, but would wither without water)
this is my dedication to all of those who are depressed,those who feel alone, to all of the outcasts, to anyone who feels beaten down by life...you are still important, so let your petals grow... because you are still a budding flower
the excellence is evident in the credulous eminence
blessedness in the discipline of relevant emphasis
intelligence, if directionless, can lead to arrogance
purposeless over-confidence of pendulous relevance

defiantly, yet reliably, calliope waiting quietly
a variety of society that finds height in irony
i solemnly and politely will happily sit silently
finally facing the gravity patiently and privately
in Greek mythology, a calliope is a muse who presides over eloquence and epic poetry;
we can't erase what is already on a canvas
but we can always paint over it
it seems as though someone is passing around info about me getting in trouble with the law over seven years ago. i am not proud of it, but i own my actions. i paid my debt by serving six months in jail, as well as taking a good beating for it. the past paints the future, and experiences change our lives. i am a different person now, and i can't dwell on the past. if others want to, that's fine.
held up in suspension
just beyond my senses
experience out of body
without any defenses

my mind starts to travel
awakened by the sound
secrets start to unravel
and my senses come around

the sound of perfection
the voice i hear repeating
upward in direction
my soul and sky are meeting

in a glimpse of a moment
a home for the drifter
under the breath of an angel
within a saint's whisper
 Sep 2015 Wade Lancaster
Lily
Maybe
 Sep 2015 Wade Lancaster
Lily
Maybe I was destined to be eternally sad.


© Leigh
 Sep 2015 Wade Lancaster
A Lopez
I don't want to be
obsolete from your
Center stage,
I don't want to be
Deleted from your
Life where all is right
Where I live inside
Your maze.
Criss-cross me
D
O
W
N      P.     Again....
         U

Swish me in your dribble
Connect me in your symbol's,
We can be Freemason's secretive
And naughty youth
Like the days I used to remember.
 Sep 2015 Wade Lancaster
A Lopez
The accuser
Is really the
Predator,

The prey
Always falls victim
To these predators,

And after their done ******
Us victim's,
They
Apologize,
And say they didint realize what they were doing.
How could you not know,
You are the predator.
Us victim's though,
We dust our feet
And get back up.
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