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I saw you today
for the first time in an age.
Troubles drifted off with the long summer breeze
and swept your hair from your understanding eyes.

I heard you today
and all the bells and birds
rose in symphony at your laugh
as the sun envied the brightness of your smile.
If we dwell on this mountain of
on going, scary daily breaking
news events we will be herded
like animals over an emotional
cliff, plunging down an abyss of
fear and extraneously induced
confusion into a dire collective
chasm of moral and physical
depression, perhaps as damaging
as the world wide plague itself.

Becoming a global population
infected with PTSD, wounded
casualties in the war of COVID-19.
A mountain of endless news, lies and
inaction by our National leaders is
beyond the pall of human emotional
endurance, at this point better to take
small sips rather than chugging the bottle.
Back off, tune out and consider voting
out the swamp reptiles in Washington
who put us on the edge of this cliff and
care not one **** bit about you or me.
When I fell into depression
It felt as if I was being dragged
By a stone tied to my feet
Into an endless ocean
I guess I never learned to swim
Everyone got far ahead of me
At least I learned to float
To stay alive
 Jul 2020 Frank Russell
nivek
tumble ****, dead cactus
a dry sour watercourse
lost and bitter in the desert.
A silent brown toad
Sits in a pond eating flies
Small world happy toad!
Do you ever wonder if we overcomplicate things?
 Jul 2020 Frank Russell
Traveler
Goat-head surrounded
by ancient carved stones
Dimly lite torches
Piles of old bones

Revolving shadows
of residual wickedness
This is no place to linger
all the hate we come to accept
the keepers and the bringers!

Misfits all of us
when the puzzles redesigned
But it was never meant to be like this
for the fate of humankind
Apathy for the world aloft
has led us to a ledge
Sacrifice another goats
and the shadows shall be fed

Soup for a soul
As we bleed another beast
Drink now as our
empathy grows ever weak
We’re only walking in our sleep
Traveler Tim
As we fall in love sweetheart
Your in my heart every day
Your Beating away,
And the best part of all this is
That I love you every day
And your forever in
My heart to stay..
My Heart ❤️
 Jul 2020 Frank Russell
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My brittle heart
longs to be held
by your small hand
Success in today's
Business world
Often comes with consequences

Like finding out
The little people
You stepped on to get
To the top
Were your own children
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