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I fished a movie
hoping to cast a reel
that catches a keeper
hook, line, and sinker
I waded in line
smiling
the tackle box optimism in my sights
butterfly's in my net
visions of a hotrod
I look up at the marque
with a good cast and reel
my boats singing
a song that's hooked on love
I enter the theatre
among the trees
branching towards my spot
such forestry
I race past the mainstream
hotrod in tow
I take to my seat
setting anchor to a fun outing
as the lights abate
skip to my Lou
at bay
watching the cast make a splash

Logan Robertson

8/2/2018
Ilion gray Sep 6
The song of celestial property in the attic,

will burn The ceiling down,

in your head,

where the clouds,
and little shining fireballs,
waft wildly/

you shouldn't see such things,

when you can’t stay awake,

you're asleep.

I sleep,

because I don't want to stay awake.
Only people who have vision,
can be blind.
I'm, afraid of my heart,
What spilled down,
from a mostly cloudy mind,

Where angels hands wash the feet of ***.
I'm here,

because I haven't died yet.
You're here,

because *** woke you up.

A day will come,

then,
There will be a choice,
To live...
A life,
worst than death,
Or?
Be free of the empty years,
that wait...
Just to watch,
the fools
run to the lips of the sea,

They will lie,  

To live...

Make Believing that they are searching for heaven,

                                                   It can not be found.
Not by mankind,
Because they would paint it black,
With their dark,
wintery,
hearts.

                         Who, will you pray through?
Now there is no language,
and the rain has poured without ending,
Though there are no clouds,
And the sun,
turns-
devours the moon-
And cast the Crushed corpse
down.

                   The cliffs of California,
are burning,

They rage, swallowing
Ancient trees-

The Falcons nest is on fire,

And,

The Anger of the earth
Trembles, through mountains in the South,

Soon,
the Universe will be quiet,
And the song from the sea
will cry for war,

that day/

Not the sun,

Nor the storm,

But,
angels hands
will break the sky,
And take the shores!
♋︎
Words you write here are intriguing
They stimulate me to know you
The imagination so powerful
A romantic encounter
A sad story
A struggle
It draws me in to your world
It traps me in to wanting more from you
I stand at the door
I wonder
Is the Dr. In
♋︎
curiosity of words might I find
JRaw Rodriguez Aug 2017
When you met a soul you've never seen , it can never compare to how good it feels , caught my self smiling for no reason , replying to kissy heart texts not knowing what can happen next . All I ever asked for was a better men than my ex which I will never have to wait for a text ...
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