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out came hern
personality
az peacock
thuh
rattling
thus
i
me mine
my
indulge'd
Burdened by a boulder,
That once was a star,
Dragged by the colder
End of a scar,
To feel a wish
Bleed from a stab,
To die among fish,
To be pinched by a crab,
Alone in the sea,
Envying the summit,
What I was shaped to be,
I cannot over come it.
Gental despair,
A coffin from sorrow,
A storm in the air,
Killing tomorrow,
Tangled knots,
Numbed by a blade,
A line of dots,
The heartbeat fades.
What is mine,
A thief takes back,
A paralyzed spine,
Wine in a rack,
Locked by a knife,
Yet stabbed at the heart,
Miserable short life,
The sadness of art.
I've been yearning
to know the winds routine
I've learnt your skyward motion
put away your chemise
unburden your soul
soon you will be sailing
running aground
is there disarray
to cut away this old boulder ?
The summer sea sky has traveled inland
and the rolling of the Spanish hills make me hungry for adventure
I am feet on the dashboard, a mouth full of salt water,
a nosebleed that is somehow romantic
I am lost in the vast wilderness of summertime,
the gray-green galaxies of 9 PM daylight,
and all I see is you
Every star, every blade of grass,
every partially patched pothole on the road to church
I can taste your breath after I brush my teeth,
hear your voice after I turn off my records for the evening
I smell you in the lilac that blooms by my parent's house,
feel you in the linens that hang on the clothesline
I lay in the grass and your face stares at me from the clouds
I wish to be free from this love.
This soul-consuming, mind-burning, gut-wrenching love.
Don’t take for granite who you are
Just be a little boulder
Remember that you’re made of stars
And someday when you’re older
You may be a marble statue
That the pebbles gaze upon
And the world shale marvel at you
And of quartz you will rock on.
They can be a lot heavy: The Shoulder;
By the dying felt like boulders;
And one keeps groaning: The Carrier,
As their weight become scarier!
They are the parts we hold high
And passers-by confront confidence
We lower them and there’s “A why?...
On-lookers sniffing diffidence
When shoulders portray blocks,
One has been frequenting the gym
And if as rounded as clocks,
One ceases to seem trim…
Our shoulders now cry for support;
A glance and you pick this report;
Mostly, a tailor-woven pad:
Tops without it Ancient and sad…
Where scorers of goals are joyously left,
The ones who squandered them never kept.
A solid breeze blows.
Leaving no boulder unturned
It hasn't to be there.
WE WILL ROCK YOU
Growing older
Pushing his boulder
Sisyphus retired to the valley
And there he yearned
To be the ball return
In the bowling alley
A tragic mass shooing has occurred once more.
This time, in a Boulder, Colorado grocery store.
Today, it seems there is no safe place to go.
Incidence of gun violence seems to grow.
The number of murdered victims amounted to ten.
It looks like we cannot keep this from happening again.
From a news story found on CNN.com
Like leaves caught in wind,
Souls flew up into heaven.
Those left on earth,wept!
But others were from earth, freed.
Their pets wondering where they were.
The lovely snow capped mountains saw all this.
The trees shook and wept in sadness.
Whilst the melting snow formed tears that ran.
Our confused hearts do ache for innocence lost.
3/22/2021
~3~
~Tribute to ten lost souls~
When will my boulder become too heavy for you
to push up this mountain?
Crushing you
the beetle underneath the heel of my misguided foot
When will you look down at your hands
to see the scarlet wounds in your flesh
your skin crying crimson tears
All because you were trying to repair the glass vase
that a child carelessly threw on the ground
If you are my light
what happens when my darkness swallows you?
What happens when my demons
seep into your soul?
Then the mold and rot envelopes us both
forever sinking into darkness
How could I forgive myself for destroying you?
Your comforting words ease my soul
"For you, anything"
"You don't need to feel bad"
But the ease only lasts for a moment
I would rather crush myself than you
So until I can be my own light
I would rather be in darkness
I was sitting on a boulder
Up in the mountains one fine day,
Looking all around at nature’s
Display of mountains, trees and sky,
Valleys and rivers down below
During my Wednesday lunch break hour.
How fortunate we are to come
From our cities and towns below
Away from their hustles, bustles,
Noise and their concrete jungle lives
And be able to see, enjoy
This beauty Mother Nature shows.
But, unfortunately today,
I’ve got to go back down to work
Until the clocks strike five again
And tomorrow’s lunch hour comes
When once more I’ll come and sit on
Mother Nature’s big boulder seat.
W.C.Hull © 2020-8-7-WCH-2-15
W.C.Hull © 2020-8-7-H1472-2582-
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Hard Head Like Big Boulder
Trump had hard head like big boulder;
Was ostentatious as he became older;
We could not resist;
Scratched from list;
He set fires that soon would smolder.
Jim Horn
Since I left, you still govern my mind,
like a rogue actor
that dictator who rules
an abandoned stage....
Like Sisyphus, I push you up the hill,
after I contain the essence of you in the boulder.
No punishment was greater than meeting you,
I wait for the moment when the boulder rolls away forever,
only then will the feather of the heart of the naive girl return.
A lovely flower dowsed upon the lethargic rocks
Gruesome idiocy lead to the battlefield of soldiers
Cynical viewpoints closed like a lock
Peace crushed in between the burdened boulders
Fickle truces built upon greed
Fighting oneself is our demise
It's usually about what you and your family need
How sorrow does arise
To whom are we really fighting
If we are only fighting our own
Rage stricken lightening
Many go without a home
Why begin an age long war it it defeats its purpose
Instead of killing each otherwhy not protect instead of being so hopeless.
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