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Dylan Wilson Poem
She’s a bloody rose. Where she comes from nobody knows. But I knew, where she once stood and grew. Because I was the first lover, and the first heart turned to stew.
It was a small New Mexico town. It didn't belong to any crown. It just always looked so damper and down. She walked to the tavern where all the lonely men gathered. She picked her prey, very wisely without much fray then she asked him lavishly “Do you know where I could stay?” The man drunkly answered “yes, follow me, it’s this way!” The man then laid eyes, on the femme fatale with Lucifer in disguise. They walked away, never to be seen again under the dark lunar skies.
If you see the lady of the bloody rose because there is your soul and off it goes!
Copyright © Dylan Wilson | Year Posted 2016
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Dylan Wilson Poem
There is strength there is power. “Mommy, look at this lovely flower!”
There is war and there is strife. “C’mon lets go fly a kite!”
There is guns and there is knives. “Look at my kite rise and rise!” There are warlords there are tyrants. “Hey Jo, can you hold the call on those Clients?” There are Officers and there are sergeants. “This silver is of the finest argent!” There is my skin, burnt ashy and gray. “But daddy, Are you coming home to stay?”
Copyright © Dylan Wilson | Year Posted 2016
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Dylan Wilson Poem
There’s always a strong one
That is great, Powerful and never left a soul undone
He’s a king, his voice makes angels sing
But his sanity only hangs from a string.
His dark rage is a stirring. A noble sage now a sinister mind unfurling
“My King! My King!” his suffering people shout
“Oh, why cry all about” the king says to his son
Who doesn’t know which mother he’s from.
His heir always looks at the king with eyes so strange. But absolute power makes a man a more deranged. As the king becomes aged, The peoples dire need for the King’s death to be staged. “I WILL NOT DIE! I WILL NOT DIE!” the sick thin madman raged. The king falls to his knees. His last sight is himself, hanging from the trees.
Copyright © Dylan Wilson | Year Posted 2016
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Dylan Wilson Poem
“Who is that man standing by the shore?”
“Just a phantom nothing more?”
But this phantom will make her heart soar
With much burlesque nevermore, with romance never seen before
Because he’s the man by the shore and the lady in gray never knew what was in store. His beautiful face shook her to the core,
His body hardened as if coming back from a great war. His captivating dark eyes gave her love even more galore.
But in the heartbeats counting up to four. For the next day he left her heart sore.
For a lady with a better score and a woman in gray, with nothing more but poor.
Copyright © Dylan Wilson | Year Posted 2016
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