Will Ranney Poems

low beams and high beams
both the same light
reveals different distances
cuts through the same night
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o fortune, I am the moon,
pray come with me now or see me forever; alone.

a thousand stars blanket me
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every bad dream you ever have this woman's been in
undressing, caressing, easing you into sin
the noise of her voice is hollow
but you wish that the yearning was true
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I step through shadow, weave amongst the trees
watch for the rock behind it are a thousand bees
and I've never seen a fat boy run so fast
helpless, sprinting, screaming, as though maimed in
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So they spit judgment at you because you like to tease
friends have an end before they cut down your knees
first attempt makes you angry
then you transgress, thinking happy thoughts
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Obscurity.
Haze of darkness presses in every point of the rose
He is alone, he is lost, and fear is eating away at this man’s focus
Fading, her voice slips away from his memory and he tries so. grabbing handfuls of sand
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in the land that we are king;
we wear marijuana crowns,
and blunt smoke fills the air,
we wake up and bake up
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