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 Nov 2015 Alyssa Rose
Sam Temple
Turns out, perfect weight

     is **** ******

             livin’



                            total despair.
 Nov 2015 Alyssa Rose
Dead lover
Although all poets write well, only those becomes popular who learn to respect the work of others..
This is what my favorite teacher used to say.. " do you know what makes a person's work more important?
the ability of the work to adjust with the reader, and that adjustment is only possible when - you learn to respect the sentiments and style of how all express and that's the way you should write.. "

She died in a car mishap, 1 and half year... I posted this in her memory, because If we see - its not just about a writer and his readers, its about all, about everything in fact..
 Nov 2015 Alyssa Rose
Helen
I know the little boy
that walked for miles
in everybody's shoes
and I know the Man
who speaks only
when he chooses to

I've met the laughter
I've wiped away the tears
I've sat silently
as he diligently walked
through broken years

I've met the comedian
I've met the larrikin
I've met the musician

I've met the old soul
that tells tales of woe
but cries silently
counting every tear

I've met the body
that wakes up every day
angry with the universe
but with nothing to say

I've met
the troubled heart
the irreverent lark
the messed up kid
but comforted
the messed up adult


I know my best friend
and I'll be the one
to tell those
that just saw
one side of him

That they didn't look so deep
they have no right to keep
their memories that are shallow

I've met my best friend
and...
you're wrong
just so you know

I know him
he's so strong

Stronger than the shadows
that haunts him in real life
I know him,
*he's stronger than you or I
dedicated to my best friend... you understand why I had to share... I hope you do...
I am from grain and steel,
from welding and nurturing.

I'm from the taste of metal,
the sounds of the birds,
the touch of the wind,
the sight of fall's first harvest.
I am from the smell of fire and corn.

From learning to weld,
from learning to plant.
From learning to love,
From learning to cope.

I'm from flying planes,
from flying sparks,
from flying angels,
from flying kites.

I'm from the cotton in your jeans,
from the corn in your freezer.
I'm from the iron in your stove,
from the steel in your car.

The place where cotton meets man
and man meets metal
and metal turns around and meets with cotton
is where I'm from.
A beautiful princess , a pink dress and pretty blue eyes commands the catwalk ! Proud parents are the audience , a star is born ! Tonight the Fall Festival begins , handsome date , pacing up the walkway , corsage in hand ! Her first dance with a live band ,  best friends , hamburgers , hot dogs , cake and punch ! Music and laughter , slow dancing , glittering tinsel and lace !  High school gym , a grand ballroom , young sophomores on top of the world ! Escorted back home , a unbelievable night of romance , puppy love , holding hands down the street ! An innocent first kiss on the front porch !  A nerve racking , awkward peck on the cheek !
Copyright October 26 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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