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Elliot Randall Poem
He freed himself
From the human disease,
Our misery, lies and
Conformist ease.
He pledged himself
A life from hate
His god he trusted--
Embedded distaste.
He found the loophole
Buried under debris,
He found the key
Under conformity.
He freed himself from human illness
He broke away from love and hate,
His words of calm and deliberate stillness,
Are words we do not contemplate.
Though I hear him today,
In those deep memories,
I can hear what he would say,
About his freedom... his discovery.
Copyright © Elliot Randall | Year Posted 2014
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Elliot Randall Poem
I sit upon, my thoughts so blunt:
I hear the birds that cry,
Not what I do, but what I can't,
One can only try.
I look upon, the sky so dark,
The air is cool and still.
The journeys that I won't embark,
Feelings I'll never feel.
I'll walk this road, with uncertainty:
I'll help myself along,
Until I rest-- eternally,
Forgetting all my wrong.
Copyright © Elliot Randall | Year Posted 2013
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Elliot Randall Poem
I left a week later, and I saw the old house;
An enfeebled decrepit domicile,
As quiet as a mouse.
The tall oak hung,
Anemic and fray,
The leaves that it held were withered and grey.
On a branch a rope hung,
Where I would swing when I was young,
A happy place, full of memory,
Was now a saddened place, of saddened imagery.
And the thought of never seeing James again,
Brought me tears, despair and pain.
But the saddest thing of all;
Was knowing it would happen again.
Copyright © Elliot Randall | Year Posted 2013
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Elliot Randall Poem
If only we could close our eyes--
And see a place of mystery.
forget our hurt, pain, and cries:
lead new steps for memory.
If only we could shed our past,
Clear us of our misery--
Rid us of our lies and fate,
Open doors for destiny.
But we are human, and that is all,
nothing more, nothing nor.
We have great; in our mind
For those who look, search and find.
Copyright © Elliot Randall | Year Posted 2013
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Elliot Randall Poem
The strings have rung, a final time,
And the clock has stopped ticking --
The chapters ended - all for now,
It's you who I'm missing.
Everyday, and everything,
Reminds me of you --
Your beautiful face, your beautiful soul,
The reality is truer than true.
Though my words and thoughts, Are just a reflection,
Of the person that I knew.
Nothing I say, or nothing I do,
Can replicate, a thought of you.
And I know this happens, this is life,
Events of joy and pain,
But beloved dearest, it's hurts to say,
I'll never see you again.
Copyright © Elliot Randall | Year Posted 2013
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