2 sad poems. /Take a prozac and enjoy lol

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Falling Leaves 07/06/08

Good morning came again today.Again like a terminal illness.You were not there by me, with meto share the moment.To give it meaning and purpose.No half asleep daybreak kisses.No lithesome cloud-like substanceto wrap my I love you totally arms around,nor disengage from.

I am trapped withinthe eternity of your eyes.Your equally soft wordsand the pauses between them also.When I hear you breathe or sigh,silently, but yes I hear;This is my absolute pat on the backthat I, I am alive.So many times we have shared monogramed smiles,yet soul sent poetic pictureswritten for youas I could no other,they fall to the groundlike leaves from a dying tree.And me, my heart,full of you yet void of you,it also dies.

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A Picture Of Goodbye

Tis time for me to say goodbye.The body lives, the soul does die.An empty shadow thus is I,for shadows know not how to cry.

You have brought he here,to this cliff's edge.You have taken nothingwithout even asking.I looked into your eyesand got trapped in the vacuumof your smile;The sensual shape of your lips.The innocence shaped there also.Neither said hello. Neither said goodbye.The paradoxal map to nowhere,and now I am there.

God, your cloud vapor softness.I embraced you once, just onceyet the experience rocketed me into evermore.Your shoulders, your back, your neck...Subtle hints of radiating passion.Bold announcements of no.Neither grew, the flower or the weedbut I saw them both.Your body, gentle flowing waterwas yours, only yours.To me, a mirage of the mindnow perceived.

Is the picturebecoming clear now?

You asked for nothingyet with your hands kept in your pockets,I immediately surrenderedeverything to you.My heart and soul.My dreams, my waking.You became the substance of my prayersand put dimension in pencil scribbled poetry.So effortlessly inspired I became... and happy.

See-you did nothing,but did everything.

My mind unraveled with youe name.Every dream I ever had.Every hope and wish.My since childhood realityof who and what defined love.I finially understoodwhat a self felt like,and it was wonderful.You did this.My imagination did this.I will never know.The stone carved acceptance;I will never know.

Tis time for me to say goodbye.The body lives, the soul does die.An empty shadow thus is I.For shadows know not how to cry.

-Randy

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WOW nice words

Thankyou for sharing in my Heart

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> Falling Leaves 07/06/08

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> Good morning came again today.

> Again like a terminal illness.

> You were not there by me, with me

> to share the moment.

> To give it meaning and purpose.

> No half asleep daybreak kisses.

> No lithesome cloud-like substance

> to wrap my I love you totally arms around,

> nor disengage from.

> I am trapped within

> the eternity of your eyes.

> Your equally soft words

> and the pauses between them also.

> When I hear you breathe or sigh,

> silently, but yes I hear;

> This is my absolute pat on the back

> that I, I am alive.

> So many times we have shared monogramed smiles,

> yet soul sent poetic pictures

> written for you

> as I could no other,

> they fall to the ground

> like leaves from a dying tree.

> And me, my heart,

> full of you yet void of you,

> it also dies.

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> *** *** ***

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> A Picture Of Goodbye

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>

>

> Tis time for me to say goodbye.

> The body lives, the soul does die.

> An empty shadow thus is I,

> for shadows know not how to cry.

>

> You have brought he here,

> to this cliff's edge.

> You have taken nothing

> without even asking.

> I looked into your eyes

> and got trapped in the vacuum

> of your smile;

> The sensual shape of your lips.

> The innocence shaped there also.

> Neither said hello. Neither said goodbye.

> The paradoxal map to nowhere,

> and now I am there.

>

> God, your cloud vapor softness.

> I embraced you once, just once

> yet the experience rocketed me into evermore.

> Your shoulders, your back, your neck...

> Subtle hints of radiating passion.

> Bold announcements of no.

> Neither grew, the flower or the weed

> but I saw them both.

> Your body, gentle flowing water

> was yours, only yours.

> To me, a mirage of the mind

> now perceived.

>

> Is the picture

> becoming clear now?

>

> You asked for nothing

> yet with your hands kept in your pockets,

> I immediately surrendered

> everything to you.

> My heart and soul.

> My dreams, my waking.

> You became the substance of my prayers

> and put dimension in pencil scribbled poetry.

> So effortlessly inspired I became... and happy.

>

> See-

> you did nothing,

> but did everything.

> My mind unraveled with youe name.

> Every dream I ever had.

> Every hope and wish.

> My since childhood reality

> of who and what defined love.

> I finially understood

> what a self felt like,

> and it was wonderful.

> You did this.

> My imagination did this.

> I will never know.

> The stone carved acceptance;

> I will never know.

>

> Tis time for me to say goodbye.

> The body lives, the soul does die.

> An empty shadow thus is I.

> For shadows know not how to cry.

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> -Randy

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