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Love shows it’s streams
on parallel planes and lanes
patrolled by all the unbelief
On the unfocused broadways
where sour taste is unforeseen

Let’s think it is just so hard
to undress a soul’s vulnerability
it’s a struggle to give words
and make calculations of the game
in this circus of indifference

Love as we know it on this train
is a complicated compensation
a float of condensed disposition
such a position of surrender
weighted by pleasure and not meaning

Let’s pretend and hang on
to the inclinations of final contemplations
In the sound hesitations of the unseen
for when you indulge me, just forget it!
as your intentions are of lust
 Aug 2018 Ronell Warren Alman
bex
I have been so lucky to know a dog...

To know the enduring love of mud puddles and everything pure.

To know joyfulness in a greeting,
and the happiness of eating a stick.

To know gentleness and nuzzling,
and the softness of fur blowing in a breeze.

To know a wagging tail and the thumping of paws on the floor.

I have been so lucky to know a dog...
For my Dillon dog...

They give us so much more than we give them.
The streaming light of evening filters,
through the gauzy curtains hung above;
My day was restless and filled with pain,
the emptiness inside replaced past love.

I watch the curtains flutter like eyelashes,
as rainbow colors streak against the walls;
An old armchair embraces my wounded body,
the doorbell rings as someone comes to call.

No movement from my solitude to answer,
the wretched sense of loss has overwhelmed;
My mind and heart with tortured loneliness,
no other man would enter this vacant realm.

This grieving happens when lost love erases,
the humanity and wholeness of our being;
I pour a drink with hopelessness and sadness,
without him there's just no one else worth seeing.

Gone astray again but given a second chance,
to show remorse and pledge his love once more;
But this time there'll be no waiting at the altar,
he'll never walk again through my front door.
I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.

A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.

My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.
I have been away for too long
In a solitude, burried with remorse
For I've lost a very close loved one
And the situation got worse

I prayed to be taken away
For my life to end
As soon as possible
Coz nothing much was left to mend

Tears rolled down my cheeks
To stop the negative thoughts
Got taken back many times
To untie the invisible knots

Voices got into my ears
That ached to explode my temple
Closing my eyes eveytime
A picture painted, to resemble

It's you, O'mum...that I can't get over with
Life seems, more like a lego
Feelings that can't be put into words
Every bit pierces through the core

Your smile, your beauty, your essence
Has all been captured by this heart
Now, in troubled weak times
Another scene peeps as an art

How will I ever, comfort myself
That now I am all alone
None that are left by my side
All have fallen and gone

May your soul rest in peace
Exactly, a month today
Missing you heaps in this crowded shell
Hope to meet you, someday...


©sim
Voices from my weak heart.
Husband from Heaven:

You are free
Come fly up to me
Where we can be together happily
I’ve been waiting for you
Missing you so
Our children will be fine
Don’t worry about them
We will watch over them together
Until their times end...

Wife from the physical world:

I’m ready to be free
I can’t wait to see
Hold you tight
With all my might
I am just scared
To let go
But I am ready to see you so
As I take my last breath
I feel you there
1,2,3 as I inhale
Goodbye my children and grandchildren
We both will see you again
As we watch over you all
We will all be together soon...
Family friends lost their dad 3 years ago... their mother is now on hospice and they don’t know how much longer. I wrote this as both of their perspectives.
 Aug 2018 Ronell Warren Alman
Jen
Venturing,
Into a
Telescope-
Resplendently
Lit,
Inside,
Glowing.

Only to see
Totality.

Revolving
Geometric
Etchings-
Colliding,
Rapidly
To reveal,
A star.

Eternity--          

Pulling,
You Up,
From
Underlying
Beams-
To
The Outside,
Of Vividly
Portrayed
Depictions-
Anomalous Landscapes,
Embedded.
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