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Cry Willie Cry
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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Into the pit wandering looking for reason to exist beyond time Clean read of words written in match sound left to die Masters feel left cold as the stones above their heads Poetry sneaking by All but Dead Hands break the sod of faces in palaces in graveyards waiting for the name Backs slaved in marking fates red bucks dying in fast women crying I want and hunger takes its toll body breaking soul in blacken images Screaming hard in face needing pleading for layer heavy on tea bitter Slap the whip in riddles crateful too much not given not enough to know Salvage of heart takes a trap reaping mental pursuit picking pride sleep If lucky all will stay in private hate on a stage called mistakes faithless Red eye whiskey pulls a plucking slug of need left blood red face kept Rasp of shadows set you free faster than rope waiting graves picking hope Saddle up fate in reality craft of cheap in back labor wasted in place tried Pease comes up form a bubble in brook played hard in already place in shelf News breaks in true as failure accepts gone long as bed calls passion eyes Grasp of noon bells ring in help let to free bondage screaming loud and long Fried indigo river escapes final eyespot chains vial image in cross down Moan full in dark life takes and I please the shadows making failure wait Why must it be as crystal spinning for ends taking love where he will Keep on moving so not stay in free as heartache finds you in marks carved Tell the wind and let the moon rest on the skin trust leads passion's lost place Sparkling moisture calls salt from deep within as the warmth comes in woman Already going in the harness of peaceful feelings as ground meets sound waiting A long time ago wisdom reached its peak leaving only knowing you as a lover Friend left on the stone of truth reality strikes to the soul passion now gone Pen pricks a boil festered by society taking pretence Masters feel left cold as the stones above their heads Poetry sneaking by Cry Willie cry