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The clown stares at me
his war paint is as Thursday as Tuesday
His tired eyeballs orbits through my head
although he is more content to hide into his shadows
afraid of what I may know.
Do people like him.
Prom night,
Fun, too much to drink,
Lust,
A quickie in the car,
I got stuck.
Both young,
Barely out of school,
Long way to go,
I, a mistake.
Tears and frustrations,
Family discussions,
Keep  or abort,
Final decision,
I, out.
What about me?
They never asked,
I could have been cute as a fawn,
Bright as a new dawn,
I would have loved the world,
Many stories I  had heard.
Now, I will be gone,
Not to be born,
Before it's too late.
The midnight sun is heading north

These bags are packed with dreams
and the memories of who I’ve been;
To scatter forth like gathered seeds
on fallow hope,
strewn at the mercy of the winds

The genesis of spring unravels
the knotted darkness
Another winter’s aftermath
hidden back on the back shelf
The distance between back then
and now,  is widening
each  Dawn  to  Dusk

A  gust  of  sunlight
plashes ripples
across the still waters
of  depthless  peace

and,
my hands are no longer tied
behind  my  back
by winter's grasp

Seasons  oft  do  change
perennial  as  the  tides

But I don’t want to see
another ocean runaway;
I don’t want to know how
another fleeting moment
ends


Jesse Stillwater
7th  April  2018
 Jul 2018 walterrean salley
Colm
When the sea calms after a storm, it is easier then to see.

But you should never forget what the sea is, what it's meant to be.
It remains. It never really changes.
it is where
we will be there-there is no time to spare
to find this place
then
in its space
we will stand face to face
we will finally embrace
then all time will erase
not leaving a trace

somewhere
it is where
we dare
to start to care
where we become very aware
that we will become a pair

somewhere
it is where
there is no past
at last

somewhere
it is where
anywhere
there
where love last
What it would be like
If you were not standing by me
What it would be like
If you, I could not see
Sunday to Sunday
What it would be like
Not loving  you at the greatest degree
Or
Relaxing under our favorite tree
What it would be like
If we could not celebrate thirty
Or
Start our family tree
What it would be like
If I was not surrounded by your presence
Or
Living without the memories of our
adolescence
What it would be like
If my heart could not feel
A life we were not able to build
What it would be like
If  this was not  forever
If there was no love whatsoever
What it would be like
If we did not have our first dance
If we had not taken a chance
What it would be like
If we could not take long walks in the sun
Tease each other just for fun
What it would be like
Not to hear those three words
That I often heard
What it would be like
If I could not imagine
You
#donteverforgetwhyyoufallinlove
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