________ shot the hills
________ burned Paris to the ground
The moon is big, tonight
Nights like this are made for long walks
And thoughts about why
Why ______ hung himself in a closet
Why ______ died so alone
What ever became of you all?
Where did you end up?
What have you made of yourselves, now?
These walks create the questions
Never ending
Never answered
But the moon is big, tonight
And the endless walk is divine
Even though
I never find the answers
© Dicky J Loweman 2015
dicky j loweman 
This is really deep. Raw, even. Nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. One moment everything can be alright and the next the legs are kicked out from under you and you can’t do anything but fall.
Some fall hard, and can’t pick themselves back up again. And give up.
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So, close, yet, so far
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What did I get wrong? 😔
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I know why some hang themselves in the closet. The harsh reality is that sometimes even sex with yourself isn’t safe. Really, what is this world coming to? And I just realized I have absoulutly no control over the places my brain goes. Look at that I rhymed, put that in your poem and smoke it. On a serious note…this was hauntingly beautiful. Now that does sound a bit cliche, but I have no original discriptions at the moment.
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Thank you very much. I almost never posted it. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. I glad now that I did.
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sometimes I have a hard time judging my own work. What I think is great gets picked apart, and then the things I’m not sure about are praised. It’s weird.
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I know exactly what you mean. I can’t figure it out either. That’s why I stick by the policy of publishing the stuff I like. If I did it solely for others, I’d never get it right. And I most likely wouldn’t like any of it. Please don’t get me wrong. I’m very pleased if other like it, but I write for “me” first.
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I write what I would like to read, the problem is my taste is rather unique. This is why I’ll probably never really make anything of myself in the writing world. But then again, that never was the goal.
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As long as you stay happy doing it, that’s all that matters.
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Thanks for taking the time to read it. I wish I had the answers, though. Then again, if I did, I probably would enjoy the walks so much.
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That should read “would not like the walks so much”, lol
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Your poems are beyond beautiful
But there are so much sadness there
I hope all is well with you 🙂
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Success has it’s downfalls…
All that glitters is not gold…
Life is a paradox
You are alive
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Thank you. And yes, I’m well. How about yourself?
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I am doing good today…
You express sadness for the stars
Is there a deeper sadness you hide
Not for the stars but for …?
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No it’s really about the greats who are gone. That was how saw it.
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I thought you might want to be a star…
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Some days, maybe. But most days I like this life just the way it is.
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I wish I had the answers as well, but I wonder if I would enjoy the walks less with them.
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definitely less to think about, huh?
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The poem in beautiful
It could be interpreted in so many ways…
But it’s your poem
Your interpretation is the right one
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That’s the beaty in poetry. We all read the same lines, but what we take out of it, is entirely up to us. I’m glad you liked it.
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