Robert Robbie Dudley

Robert Robbie Dudley


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oh, poetry a random ray of light
shining golden drops trickles in two and two dripping
from the ceilings O i swept across the corners i like it to lay it deep from leaves can be
down I chose on the ground best meanings to view
when i want to fly within, without wings
spanning high, red, green, blue, yellow, brown
or black or of purple sunset
in orange, pink, white, yet, more shades
to make sunrise flow across
to become my wild wind of the mind
might i stand upon
a thought in flight at dawn
at dusk and against the day
and at a time amidst a night sky
a line to add, to resist a-drop into
onto a past memory but it ain't
the same it remains indentity of myself
i feel, i count in here more then
when i'm done, if, ever, for later
outwards, on-wards down the night's
shining road, i'll read, cover to cover my heart
what we are all and all one long line
by a line uneven ways in idle hours to be
nearer away, if, must stop at times
it gets ever closer than this before
was it everso i don't know
i need too although, i can dream
in meeting rooms everyone's
our's, mine and your's to the story over again
in a space-time, in a picture, in a dream
may-be in this if not perhaps
perchance i lost a bit of making mud
on this time to look on i fall sad
if, all such and such is all rough
the ways rose unseen going up where-at
unto the end of an long incorrect path
and, that, i am watching new leaves burst
a perfect day, meeting, keeping
a-hold on by me alone my account
then is gone everyone deep over
the blue fast hills chose
now the wind rolls on like a drum rolls
within the troubles stirs up smiles
to be somewhat drifting off a-senseless canvas
inside a dark crystal
O' what is this thinks goes must stop, whenever, at the end
of the night's road covers me
i'll read my words although between the lines
a-metaphor heals as-when bleak
into a shade that made firm
the old apple tree of great art, water, stillness
seen with-in, with-out wings
a total slant of rain we'll have, oh, poetry
a random ray of light although shining
when i got nothing, unless, how, to say it ?
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