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lissa

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2016-07-09 11:03

nue walk
on the old bloc
Walkman wires
against the
cool of her
terms
spillway music
in her soul

the spires glitter
with the sun
fighting a battle
with the storm

Its losing

summer is fading
darkening on
its softness
like a rose
neglected

lissa u were
born oh the
road of clamor
but U caught
the glamor
the mothers
shine
your fathers
speed
the dark of
that need
swirling round
like birds
at dusk
filing out for
the hunt

light bathed
no sun has
touched
the heart
where the fire
bleeds
its coil and
essence
more potent
then patchoulli

sixes and eights
key by the gate
worn smooth
like the slate
these wooden
days
and foggy woods

shadow too shade
delve disappearing
swallowed a tides
raised breath
lean restless
against a rail

water beneath
a faucet leaks
drop by drop
to a thirsty pail

darkening
the hex
ink walking
words upon
wrist

windows are
poured
drinking an
outline
what are the
whispered prayers
dangling in an air
chilled with a switch

watching U
walk away
to where

from this
Novembers
fare well

..

Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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Esker

Sat, 2016-07-09 22:54

Esker's picture

do U know how many rain drenched hitch hikers I picked up
got them back too their safety zone...
sat at the bus depot in a city till an aunt and uncle
arrived....why I love dogs..sheperds
etc....I was the unsung gaurdian in the real wolf
world....but I knew the wolves...

had I been drafted or volunteered for conflict
I would have gone..
I got in the middle of some nasty and connected
divorces
made changes to systems because I am
very bright..not academically
but like the mere grad five graduates
the old school boys I worked shoulder
too shoulder with
money wasnt an issue...
they have power..
all dying off now
the new replacing

all the Lissa's are someones
daughters
remember that

I am far from just a
mere observer
I was not like the UN
never will be

I held my ideals
protocol

and despite the
thick of its run
I had my humor
and fun
but you can damn
bet U straight
I put the bullies on
the run!

I can see them
smell them a mile
away..

and in the world
is it not time
we have had enough
of these..

god said
the meek shall
inherit the earth
and he spake true

I am enjoying my birthday

happy day to the rest of
the world..
wish there was cake
too share...
but there isnt

Esker!

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