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  Jul 2016 wichitarick
Alif Imran
Cloudy,
the sky is filled with heavily condensed water,
and birds flying away taking shelters,
and swaying long grass dancing,
whilst all I can hear is the loud sound of leaves blown by the wind,

No sun,
no shines,
clouds are marching,
soon, very soon,
waters gonna fall,

under the broken bus stop,
with broken rooftop and rusting metal,
I hold my small Carmine coloured umbrella
with the lush green leaves paint the background
the sky cried,
and the tears dropped onto my umbrella,
and millions more followed,

the tense smell of water mixing with the earth,
the smell of rain,
the smell of loneliness
perfectly captured by my friend, nature,
I stood there, looking upward
heavily cloud is darkening and darkening,

it is crying it most heavy downpour,
and all the nature too, silent,
and all the nature too are in deep grieve,
water is rising and drowning my feet,
the ambience is not creepy but tranquillizing
nature most expensive marijuana,

As cold as the ice,
clear like crystal,
so pure, so wild,
the heavenly droplets,

I stood so long at the bus stop,
waiting for the one bus that never arrived,
my feet were numb and start to sore,
move on,
move on,
so I let the rain washed away my uncertainty,

I took the first step,
of my agonizing journey,
through the deserted road,
whilst the rampaging storm is abusing me,
I decide to lose my umbrella to the wind,
and learn how to dance in the rain,

After a storm comes a rainbow,
the saying goes,
I believe in those,
cheap and cheezy echoes,

Rain or shine,
I am fond of them all,
nature is wild
wild is good
good for my unsettling soul,

so let's dance,
dance in this cold unbearable blizzard of rain,
of feelings,
let the healing begin,
aren't we all need healing?
wichitarick Jul 2016
Flowing away  as a twitch, movements made not more than a flinch ,taken as an an annoyance like swatting a fly
Gradually graduating, motions moving unknown reasons not part of the season
Unknown master of the larger apparatus making things happen ,no motive why
Larger jolts coming out like horrendous volts, rising & falling as fast, almost left beaten

Reversal of energy seems to flow at thrice the pace as coming in
Powerful in a hidden spirit like a ghost always in the closet
Readjusting not always possible ,snatching away my grin
Greatest days , beginning new plays so quickly flushed with a new protest

Tiring of new apologies, making excuses for a mindless fantasy
Taken wrong can internally erode leaving the mind to corrode
Delving to deep, looking in while an unknown demon controls our sanity
Stability becomes a fantasy  like an ongoing drama awaiting the next episode

Predomination can not become complete in a strong personality
Not becoming an overbearing passion play ,inner strength the goal
Allowing ourselves time to play has to remain part of the day keeping the veracity
Almost as a gamble but maintaining  the glass 1/2 full is now the constant role. R.C.
Was unsure on this,found buried ,unfinished,probably feelings of "IT" although I am not bothered ,I also spend A LOT of time in constant recovery ,or partially paralyzed basically in a altered state,so "normal" becomes more a fantasy :) can bring about A LOT of emotions. Normally would not offer that much & NEVER consider "it" a disability,but is useful to understand the writing.any input is appreciated. Rick
wichitarick Jul 2016
So many silly songs about dreaming and leaving floating away into the night.

Making those others wanderings real time replacements of our own is now the task at hand.

Maybe not wanting a futuristic fantasy ,just seeking real time rest and not some real time fright

Daily preferences often end up as night time references ,settling into cracks even when we don't understand.

Simply sleeping  should not be a test,a weight so great it alone decides our fate new visions should remain in sight.

Limitless boundaries to explore why fade back when it can be blown forward,would seem the watchtower is undermanned.

Preparation while honorable is futile,stability's of a daytime mind not to be recognized in kind with an  unknown plight.

Domicile demeanor as fictitious play ,laying back into slumber but steadily the fires are being fanned .

Wincing while also adjusting as stability becomes convincing ,maybe the light is still to bright.

Moments added into hours ,the busy brain just devours burning calories in a mind as many memories are rammed.

Cycling from the first light, almost welcoming the daytime, any weakness hidden like a parasite.

Inner hostility playing pranks &  breaking ranks although placid when resting is the command .

Blind inner ambitions, bask behind barriers breaking out cleverly overnight.

Appeasement is uneasy ,living with a phantom is easier than trying to control
a demon ,much like a subliminal confidante. R.C.
Trying to get sleep patterns back on schedule might have brought this out? :(     I truly appreciate people reading my out put ,rambling. any in put is appreciated. thank you for reading Rick
wichitarick Jul 2016
Certain pieces, particles, possessions  even though detained we never fully retain

Grit on our soles is not the same as whit in our souls

Our own breath is only used once recycled then passed on to help others maintain

Did that sneeze help to create a breeze? new breath taking on new  roles

Did someone really count all the sands as they passed through the hourglass

Flecks,flakes minor when alone accumulated they stand marking time as a bell tolls

Individual sweat & tears, evaporating, hoarding into clouds marking a future forecast

Body temperatures while stable  together adding to global warming and what it embroils

Energy's of our mind as single are almost blind, gathered  create power hard to grasp

Simple soul alone held back, Numbers bring FORCE gaining breadth as it deploys

Throat like a moat holding voices need releasing maybe to be used by birds whose calls  are stashed

Did sound originate from the ground or an inner core, belting out, ringing home bringing joys

First sights as bright lights black & white pixels into hues forming rainbows & their secrets they have cached

Smell as singular seems impossible neutral formed to fresh, roses to death & all that it employs

Taking on a new day maybe more feeling for what we share ,sensing with new sensibility's
R.C.
Our shared feelings ? maybe more than we give credit for?
Fun idea to play with anyway:) . any input is appreciated, thank you for reading. Rick
wichitarick Jul 2016
Certain pieces, particles, possessions  even though detained we never fully retain.

Grit on our soles is not the same as whit in our souls.

Our own breath is only used once, recycled then passed on to help others maintain.

Did that sneeze help to create a breeze? new breath taking on new  roles.

Did someone really count all the sands as they passed through the hourglass?

Flecks,flakes minor when alone accumulated they stand marking time as a bell tolls.

Individual sweat & tears, evaporating, hoarding into clouds marking a future forecast.

Body temperatures while stable  together adding to global warming and what it embroils.

Energy's of our mind as single are almost blind, gathered  creating power even harder  to grasp.

Simple soul alone, held back, numbers bring FORCE gaining breadth as it deploys.

Throat like a moat holding voices need releasing maybe to be used by birds whose calls  are stashed.

Did sound originate from the ground or an inner core, belting out, ringing home bringing joys.

First sights as bright lights black & white pixels into hues forming rainbows & their secrets they have cached.

Smell as singular seems impossible, neutral formed to fresh, roses to death & all that it employs.

Taking on a new day maybe more feeling for what we share ,sensing with new sensibility's
R.C.
Passing on the thoughts seems to just part of the process.
No separation of anything? but possibly truly linked back and back again,then forward again & again:)  Thanks for reading any in put is appreciated. Rick
wichitarick Jul 2016
Kool-Aid and hotdogs as our standard fair ,no shoes same shirt close cropped hair.

No more sitting in order or lunch on a bell, switch dropping pencils to using crayons for a spell.

Crossing guard gone, now an old couple on the porch, they don't yell mostly just stare.

Soon flies as busy as the girls & boys,not idle but  running wild, spring  rain ,inside Hell.

Greening grass yellow dandelions, bothered by bugs brushing it all off without little care.

Awaiting the nearest pool or a wash in a river ,lake or pond, Lifeguards sitting on a citadel.

Burning red replacing winters white peeling skin but still a grin not understanding despair.

Patriotic dues merely a muse , really want the fire crackers & smoke to wish America well.

Fishing & wishing ,frogs at night catch our sight ,lanterns create patterns with the stories we share.

Birthdays & Sundays keeping us clean Long enough to recall when we return to alphabetical personnel.

New clothes & now shoes no longer we muse ,Dad always taking us for the last summer cruise. :) R.C.
A taste of summer:) I wonder if the two neighbor boys trying to destroy each other with fire works know what they made me think :) thanks Rick
  Jul 2016 wichitarick
Paul Butters
World Peace!
Are you an idealist’s dream
Never to be achieved?
Were the Beatles’ Loving words
In vain?

Or can we get there?
Can we build a world
Where no-one Hates?

For that’s the first step:
Stop Hating!

Abandon your lust for land
Wealth and Power.
Learn to love those different from
Yourself.

We need a new approach.
We maybe need a Government of The World,
Democratically elected.
I’ve no idea who might set this up.
But we need it badly.

We need someone to share the world’s resources
So that no-one has to fight
Just to get a drink or bite to eat.

I search my soul,
To find that I myself am wanting.
Old hates still burn my brain.
I recall some people I would hurt
For what they did to me
In days gone by.

So I meditate,
Seeking to soothe my troubled soul.
For, if I can find some peace within myself,
Well, that’s a start.

Paul Butters
Following "Brexit".....
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