I Buy A Telescope Of New Direction

I Buy A Telescope Of New Direction

A Poem by Robert Robbie Dudley

as if so say,  anything else,  I does it well

seeing in my dreams above
it's encircling itself
almost across the space  
makes this possible 
when it wasn't overboard
upon a special learning 
I love how it clicks on
cool and sweet dreams
looking at the wind
searches me,  for the day
flashes overnight 
all the rest of us 
to exist abouts  
oh,  dreadful journey's now
do you see anything
maybe,  stay in there
roses scattered raindrops
for atlast believes
whiles,  whence  
empty with responses
a-rushes,  a-chances

I cannot see and there's what's real 

from in the middle hopes
let us rediscover us 
those moments when
long we walk through this life
etched in deep
let it leave,  smooths it all 
keeps rolling out 
a broken chain link fence
let's forget about it
it's yet so close 
nothing,  without a search
down a rocky road
up in the stars
some brooks made
are turning it on 
going,  going,  gone,  passing
let's change 
the subjectives
through all the steps up 
the last few nights

I cannot see and that's what's real

every flight for any patterns woven
across their pictures
gathers a-bounds 
to rhyme I found it
feats set on high places
recaptures at each adventures
nearly you in two rails
what have you seen floating
I've already did it
by the sunny side of the river 
and there's what's stretching more 
of mine's and shines 
green hills and hurricanes
in the air and in the soul 
can you find it ?
on the rise and happy falls
alongside,  seasons
going,  going,  gone,  passing 
balances,  senses 
it was,  wishes,  it sends me 

I cannot see and there's what's real

with you within lights 
all that sunlight,  but,  I can't rewind 
the tape measure from here
thrice my wish 
was with that compelled
I still stand within my stuff 
by the light of the moon divine
tomorrow comes 
after waking up 
I buy a telescope of new direction
going in no direction
how I felt before here
reaches in,  keeps on
I'm wanting now of your vibes
out on the branches
bringing me as always 
something up
I gets beyond me,  my pains 

I cannot see and that's what's real

thereof a safe harbor that sparkles
watch the dying,  take the way
declining streets 
on the rise and happy falls
like soft petals,  spins 
around and around
turns,  it's been nice
ohh,  won't it beget at furtherance  
the sums of your parts 
keeps it,  awaits it to be
what have you seen floating
I've already did it
I wanna see the colors 
and there's what's stretching more

I cannot see and that's what's real

down for me again I can
won't it beget at furtherance 
in or out more places,  spaces  
there's no time in it
so,  remember
you do hold the phone
ohh,  we is,  for a feather-tip
that fell in it far
goes off somewheres
after it's done 
so watch me disappear
to go through and find my shadow 

as if so say,  anything else,  I does it well


© 2017 Robert Robbie Dudley



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Robert Robbie Dudley
Robert Robbie Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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