Tony randle
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Stories (18/0)
Pain into Passion
Pain is what existance remember. No reconciliation of having a day of birth. Faint memories of meet his grandfathers. Blessed to have met some awesome grannies, grannies, grannies. One when he was in first grade only time. The only moment, he witnessed a tear fall from creators eyes.
By Tony randle2 years ago in Poets
I love you
I love you; I just must give you up. They prosecute you to the flesh of the world. Too, fulfil their greedy needs. They paint you to be looney as the tunes. That play to express the feelings of the person that doesn’t know the proper way to say their peace.
By Tony randle2 years ago in Poets
The monster inside
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Shadows stuck in the widow’s web roamed and stirring up the sleeping beast. He rocked motionlessly waiting for his turn. Humming a tune that at tone made his prey squirt golden rains and women quiver under their skirts.
By Tony randle2 years ago in Poets
The beloved of tough existence
Ha! this a magnificent creation that you gave a way to the hell’s hounds. I am the key to the balance of wellness and chaos. Always dreamed of creating your utopia. You had a dream of Noah placing life on a plate of grass. Raising chickens, horses, and chicken. Creating life by planting trees and making your rich soils provide nutrients and mineral from fruit vegetables and herbs.
By Tony randle2 years ago in Poets
The Grandchild of Love
Granny granny : by Tony Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo granny I miss you remember those staples in your head watching tales of the crypt you made us it the gristle off the bones of chicken. You were the glue the Puddy that held us together. Getting chase by blacky our dog around house while you sate in your chair eating your sardines they was always stinky to me. Your love was genuine it was pure. Didn’t play about your grand children why I always held you dear first tat ever made sure your name was there black bold just like you. Wish you could’ve seen the off springs you and my pops. Keep walking on my porch I see everything at night. Purple crows falling I see all it’s a calling my pain tells the story of my scares my scares tell whom I was they tell who I am the healing was remarkable head set on fire protected by the love of those that prayed for me protected by those whom gave birth to the tree. Watch what you do watch what you say it one other boy she loved and one girl that’s the heart of the family. We answer to her she says it goes he says he knows they know I’ll be coming my family my family I’ll hunt you like those night mares I called dreams I cry not because of fear I cry because feelings are new to me. So I see it as a blessing felt like the scare crow in the crops I listened to the birds whisper lies after lies you tell on your self I am a poet and philosopher this is the meaning calculus plus trigonometry Distance times by the angle times the seconds of instant change brand new light kicked in a angle gears jammed you plotted it at the beginning I see just like I feel take my shoes off and plant the heels of my bare feet in the grass high or low no snake can get past me. Granny granny thank you you prayed countless night told me time after time tony find you a wife leave this one alone leave that one alone you to good for them straight to their faces it was hell but it was grace see. Betty jo you cussed me out but you smiled when you saw your name right next to wonda why I nicked name my car Fayjobecauses you both took care of me. No woman love could equal the softening feeling that you two gave to me. Granny granny the consequences y’all know are pure you both saw my heart before I. Neither charger my intentions to my heart you both saw how they did me wrong just like you both saw the pain it cause to allow myself to forgive.
By Tony randle2 years ago in Poets
The birth of the Scales
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. My experience equals ions and trillions of galaxies. Family seems to matter to me. The color they choose is their own. Their beliefs doesn’t matter to me. They are harmed their world will end in tragedy. The attempts failed time after time. They wonder why. I am the scale of life the repair that roams in the light. The ghost rider the enforcer of good and evil. Looking in your eyes I see you soul. Cause harm I’ll send love and a healing heart your way.
By Tony randle2 years ago in Poets
Gods of Paintball
The wonder land of paintballing has grown into competition. Men has united to grow and live in glory. The awaken their sacral chakra which combines your passion, emotions, and physical expression. They use the sport to connect not just on a somatic plain but, spiritual as well. Breathing together allowing them to become one instead of a unite of multiple personifications of the universe.
By Tony randle2 years ago in Humans
Income on the Passenger car
Day still sleep, cerebrum seems to be in a constant flow. Separation from the hip torn apart from the waves of her vibes and her essences. Still pull to you the trees and surroundings goes by in a flash. Familiar faces clash, every soul tells a story some anxious, some hurt, some with no place to call home maybe there is no Kentucky to go.
By Tony randle2 years ago in Poets