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Push me in two hours.
Awakening means I
Live still.

Your voice reminds me:
It's worth getting up at
4am.

This Thing Called World
Awakens not; shifts.
I am animal to its

Soul; wings to its crow.
Never afraid, never uneasy.
Worlds turn.

Planets are never alone.
I can't wait to find the love
Of my

Life there. On other soil.
She hides well.
This universe ain't big enough

For the two of us,
Slim.
I am the only sad god I need.
There is a girl, on whom I've grown sweet,
the most gorgeous girl, I ever did meet ,
with beauty beyond, such false compare,
at which I must try not to stare.

Her lips press so soft against mine,
and for a moment everything feels fine,
along my chest, her fingertips trace,
quickly causing my heart to race,

and all I know, is simply this,
there's nothing I want, more than her kiss.
I've big plans with this little mirror
Reflecting sunlight back to the Dog Star
Nebula
A tap on an unknown door just to say
hello , a message in simple code that
intelligent life should obviously know
I'll wait till tonight from my hilltop vantage
for an answer hurtling through the heavens from my
newfound acquaintances*  ...
Copyright August 8 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I have come across love in moonlit
reflections o'er placid ponds
In golden rays filtered through
evergreen row , beneath the Winter morning
blanket of ****** snow
On pitch black nights enveloped in
candle glow , the rush of ocean waters
on afternoon shores
Within Apricot sky held in the looking
glass of Autumn
In well worn familiar paths to precious home* ...
Copyright August 8 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Aug 2016 Rafael Melendez
Phia
So where are you from?
The teacher asked me,
No greeting,
Nothing.
Just those five words.
As I stared blankly, shocked.
Are you Korean or Japanese?
Do you speak chinese?
You must be really good at math.
It's majority rules not minority rules.
Go back to where you came from.

I am from china.
I do not speak the language.
I ******* **** at math,
I was adopted.
And Im right where I'm supposed
To be.
I face these things everyday. Racism hurts. This "poem" doesn't begin to describe it. Be careful of the words you use.
Blustery , midnight blue and black
We go way back
Inversions in the key of life and
mute hopelessness at times
We're 'old hat' , you and I* ........
Copyright August 8 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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