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 Aug 2014
MalaiDaisies
He sits there,
Silent and disconsolate.
His heart is a mess, His mind taken over by
The intoxicating smell
Of her.
              A putrid glance attracts his attention
              The blackness creeping by, Slowly.
Embracing, Hesitating. Silent footfalls.
No control anymore.
               Every move an impulse,
               Given birth by longing.
And grief?
She who was the moon, Is clouded now.
She who was the sun, Eclipsed.
                Without her light, he is
                                                                                          Lost.
He is of her, Filled with thoughts of her,
Her smile, Her laugh Her hair,
The way she drew stars in a never ending sky
                                                                        Of a hopeless breath.
he lies down now, overpowered.
Immersing himself in water, he drowns.
                    *in Nothingness.
How do you help someone, who doesn't want to be helped?
 Aug 2014
Robert Blankenship
The touching of pen to paper
The writing of the word
The sound of the flowing ink
By the readers ear is heard

Thoughts are written down
Upon a pages empty lines
To be forever kept
Till the end of time

The stories they are many
For there are many hands that write
The words travel from mind to pen
As the writer puts the words to flight

Words are written to be enjoyed
Through the readers eyes
To lift his thoughts up higher
Far beyond the azure skies

Books are an adventure to write
As along with the characters you join
But writing has no pleasure
Such as the writing of a poem
 Aug 2014
Robert Blankenship
A song birds song drifts into my ears
As the valley green sings to my eyes
The music from the bird is clear
As clear as is the valleys skies
The gentle hum of the rain is heard
As the lighting screams into my eyes
The music from the rain brings dreams
And the lighting dances in my sight
A coyotes howl rings in my hearing
And a mountains tune I can see
The coyotes song is a lonely rhyme
But the mountains verse speaks mystery
An oceans wave plays a gentle chord
While the far horizon lies in distant days
The oceans wave makes a peaceful sound
While the music of the horizon in silence lays
All the music of nature that's heard
And all the peaceful sights of nature you see
Each work together in harmonious tune
Playing music in perfect harmony
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