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 Dec 2013 Randy Vera
Ugo
it's hard to crack a
coconut while
sitting under the
water;
in order to understand
the fundamentals of a
broken heart
you've got to know the
secrets of the soul

wait.

99% of human beings
are enchanted
and to lick the moon
you don't always have to
travel to mars.

Now wait.
 Dec 2013 Randy Vera
C E Ford
We wake up
in bitter cold,
and candied "good mornings"
to have the moon
be the milk for our coffee,
and the sun,
honey for our tea.

From there,
we get dressed,
wearing each other's laugher
as sweaters,
and long conversations
as the seams for our trousers,
pulling each yawn
over our feet
before we head out the door.

I take notes with
locks of your hair,
and write them down
on the porcelain bits
of your hands,
all the while you sit,
and paint with my eyelashes,
crafting the fire,
that lights each iris.

And this is our life;
warmly drunk on
promises,
and the way our hands clasp
when we walk,
a sweet slumber
from which we will never be awoken,
because people see things,
and they understand,
that
like vines,
we're intertwined.
 Dec 2013 Randy Vera
C E Ford
You've become the vine
that creeps
up
the side
of my brick encased dwelling,
breaching every
crack
and
imperfection
you've stumbled across,
managed to conceal them,
and make them presentable.

You've overtaken an entire wall;
teal
and lavender
petals,
like crayon shavings,
scattered
against their dark background,
bringing with them
the color
my house
so desperately needed.

Now,
when friends and onlookers
pass by,
they see this great green and brick
marvel,
covered in leaves,
and petals,
and vines
that stretch from every awning,
down to the cement blocks
of the basement.
We have all the neighbors
whispering about
how your greens
compliment my reds
and how bright your flowers
bloom,
even on the grayest
of mornings,
so that everyone
is in envy
of what they see.
Gone waste the hour
under the clock tower
faded face forgotten name
promises made never came
the one showered abiding smiles
kept me walking empty miles
with no retrieval no salvaging wreck
but failed promises destined heartbreak
vows made yet not delivered
cast aside in time withered

upon their ruins where now I stand
holding death's icy hand
with no return to the trodden track
ahead the flight of no comeback

*but I would have them not come on my way
would kiss your face live another day!
 Dec 2013 Randy Vera
C E Ford
Let's run away,
in a beaten up, old clunker,
with nothing but a box of Cheez-its,
and a collection of albums from The Beatles.

Let's take every face we meet,
and paint them onto every street corner,
stealing sweet peaches ,and juicy oranges
from each vendor along the way.

Let's take the ash
others have put in our mouths,
and dip our fingers in the black,
streaking lines on our faces like warpaint.

Let's live
this crazy, beautiful life,
that you and I have spun
out of frowns and false eyelashes,
and have turned into something worthwhile,

Because we'll be the ones
they write about in novels on best seller's lists
We'll be the ones who create their own world,
because they were too good for the one already in place,

And you and I will be the ones
to look back on our lives, even
with blood-stained palms touching,
and laugh how none of them mattered
 Dec 2013 Randy Vera
Traveler
Good night my love
How I wish you well
The respect of The Gods
The eyes that tell
The truth of hearts
That secrets concealed

Intentions seem harmless
Yet still I feel
To breathe you in
And not exhale
I believe that love
Is a magical spell

Our world is infested
With the thoughts of fools
Yet trust is a knife
In the hands of two
Fear is an issue
We must cut through...
Traveler Tim
Believe in something or fall for anything.
She was so cold, I'm surprised her words weren't froze
She was so cold, her nose, if she sneezed might make snow
She was so cold, I have a feeling an icicle might be on the ceiling
I wonder why the so called expert lacked Human emotion
She was so cold, I think if she had a potion, it would turn to ice
She was so cold, I think being nice is foreign to her
She was so cold, she gave me the chills
She was so cold, that being near her i felt ill
She was so cold, I wish someone would have turned on the heat
even though it was summer
One time I had to meet with a so called expert and this is how i felt.
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