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Up - stjohnUp
How should I pass away?
I'd like to go saving the day
I wish to die by saving a life,
From danger natural or by blade of knife.
To pass my life to another
So a child won't be buried by the mother
And at the time when I die,
All I ask is a tall ship,
And The Light to sail her by
Ode to the Tempest - stjohnOde to the Tempest
I stood outside to smell the rain
As the sunny sky began to wane
And in moments, Frothing Bliss surrounded me
The Maelstrom came flying in
With such cacophonous din
Such an auditory jubilee
I could hear the thunder roll,
See the lightning's flash
The Ordered Chaos around me flying
I could smell the petrichor,
feel the rain, I wanted more
Soaked through, I wondered when it would start dying
The power of Its spirit awed me unto reverence
Genuflection forced upon me by conscience
He could toss me like a boat on a sea.
To the Worthy, his winds brought renewal
The winds, with the Evil and Urban did duel,
And I was smitten with Divine glee.
The gray swirling mass
Was my service, church, and class
As I heard his thunderous creed
Yet He passed me by,
On to inspire another's eye
And from Him I learned about All and Me.
Night - stjohnNight draws nigh
Though the sun is still high
And the moon is not yet in the sky
I fight my way through dark and cold,
It's not right
I'm not so old
Night is coming
Night is here
What can I say when death is so near
Now that I think
I really am ready
My morals strait, and my soul is steady
My friends may mourn
And my family grieve
But it really is my time to leave
Love Poem - stjohnThough with no-one have I confided,
To you I admit, all the stars collided,
When on you I first set eyes,
And since I have not been able to sever the ties.
If you don't like what I have to say
Ill hide my feelings, shove them away
That alone should show my devotion
Even if you hadn't the slightest notion.
When first I fell into your eyes,
Bright as a mirror, yet dark as the sea,
Lovely, and staring right back at me,
That was when I realized
That this is where I want to be
Blessing - stjohnBlessing
For you I wish only the best
And for that I ask God to make you blessed:
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light
May good luck pursue you each morning and night
May you have love that never ends,
Lots of money, and lots of friends.
Health be yours, whatever you do,
And may God send many blessings to you.
May you have:
Walls for the wind
And a roof for the rain,
And drinks beside the fire.
Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you,
And all that your heart may desire.
May you have great love
Along with great friends
And gladness to the end,
Warm love, and warm bread,
And may you be in heaven before the devil knows you're dead.
May you live in the warmest home,
And work and play with the salty foam,
And you'll have my love wherever you roam.
May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And Heaven accept you.
I wish that you live a long life
Full of gladness and health,
With a pocket full of gold
As the least of your wealth;
My Mistress' Mutt - St.JohnMy Mistress' Mutt
How I wish I were a mutt
Beloved by a girl
She would walk and I would strut
Proudly behind, my tail a'swirl
I'd put my chin upon her thigh
And look up at her with adoring eyes
And I could be proud
Of the love that I'd found.
Fucking BitchFilthy whore!!
Can't you see?
So much pain-
So much hurt-
How could you?
Your breaking him.
I hope you die!
He wished for it,
He asked me to do it-
He wanted you to die.
And I just might have,
Granted his wish you see-
If I wasn't afraid-
So very afraid,
That he'd follow you,
Even to death's door.
You are a mother fucking Bitch!
I hate you with a burning passion
And for all I care, you could rot.
Rot in damned hell you made for him!
You had to go and steal his heart-
Tear it right out of his chest,
Even as it continued to beat-
With your pretty face, and great sex.
I do my very best to protect him, and his heart.
I tried so very hard. Doing all the right things,
That I know, with-out a doubt that he would love.
But I was too late, too slow, and held back.
I have my own beloved to care for- two is difficult.
Especially when I know exactly where my loyalties lie.
But we don't know where yours are.
And in part, that's driving him mad.
You go out, and about- and don't tell.
Born to LoveShe bit her lower lip,
Her back arching,
As his icy cold fingers
Traced invisible shapes,
along her supple curves,
an burning skin.
"Please." she whispered,
In a voice as sweet as honey.
He nipped at her stomache-
inable to kiss when one lacks lips,
Teeth lightly scraping up
That beautiful body-
That he so adored.
Showing her all the affection,
that a dead man could.
his boney fingers,
grasping, holding her close.
She drew him close,
She placed a kiss,
as light as butterflies wings,
upon his forehead.
Her hands running,
Memorizing each bone,
each peice of flesh.
He gasped and sighed,
So inspiring was her touch.
his voice was strained,
So much desire corsing
through his remaining
My sweet world,
I love you."
He whispered with his
Bright and beautiful,
So full of life.
And from the union
of death and nature-
Mortals were born.
Born to live,
Born to love,
Born to thrive,
and born to die.
Raindrops, They Fell For HerThe first warm rain fell of the season.
And a girl, sweet, and pure of heart,
Smiled up at the bleak sky,
Her blue eyes reflecting the clouds,
as her own rain drops began to fall.
They fell for her muse,
For whom she was
A best friend,
And maybe even:
His very world.
Rain fell for him-
Becasue she was no longer his,
And she knew it pained him greatly.
They fell to put out her fire,
For whom she was
And of course:
Rain fell for him-
Because she couldn't be his,
And she saw the pain in his choices.
They fell upon her face,
Running down her cheeks
They hid her tears:
Rain fell on her-
And she couldn't help but smile,
For she need a good cry.
20 years or 20 mishapsyou are
sexed in a thought
without the action
your belly grows
white as the years
eat me eat me swallow
me whole, spit out the
bones and relish
didn't anyone ever tell you?
didn't anyone ever warn you-
i am thick as water
when it sinks to
you can see
to my insides,
they used to
boil when i danced.
you used to
compliment my hair,
you used to grab my hand
and call me angel
or 20 mishaps?
it's hard to tell
it's hard to care
the artist bleeds turpentineI am a warped and splintering frame
held by rusting nails
swaths of hemp and sheaths of tweed
crucified with acrylics
the cross of Saint Peter
littered with tufts of heathen fur
matted brushes and bathwater
drained from a balneae in Sodom
I ruined myself for relationshipsYou all remember
a time when you were sixteen
and a little insecure ;
we watched them,
kissing passionately in the middle of the street,
mushing their faces in the train station,
licking each other out on the dance floor.
And we were jealous.
We all want to be held tight
touched like we're more tempting
than a double chocolate cake.
I don't know if I do,
What I liked most about us,
were the way we kissed,
closed-lipped, soft and innocent
and the way you touched me
like I'm more precious
than my body weight in gold
could ever be.
the Manifestation of my Internal Pendulum.
Thoughts follow, or don't. Or should.
No fancy moves, no delicate tricks.
Just Time and I. Ticking. Clicking along.
We're all timepieces.
Others do more, better. Louder.
But I'm okay with not.
Twirl, turn, another, open.
Twirl, turn, another, closed.
Click-Clack goes my mind.
TodayToday I realized that it's okay to be tired.
Don't feel guilty.
A troubled heart has no reason to be ashamed.
It's really their fault, anyway.
They were running through your head all night,
And those memories, they still hurt.
And that's okay.
It means you're still alive, you can still feel.
Even if they can't.
Don't ever let go of that.
Be proud, even if it means turning your back
On those that hurt you.
Gaijin PobmaThe mushroom whose theme I listen to all day
1 hour extended
Wild fantasies of loving Goomba nights
Not quite what he'd intended.
I was lost, politically incorrect and broken
But life granted me one last token
Never could I regret when that pathetic pastime
Found itself sundered.
The immature mind thundered
The arcade shook and my controller got angry and ripped itself in half
Gaijin Gomba showed me that Mega Hombre Cinco was a good game.
Thank fucking God he did that or I would be trapped.
I first found his videos
It was a lonely dark night
I felt like everyone hated me
I shrank from every site;
And Youtube again beckoned my sad mouse forth
Before my soul would meet that fading torch.
As soon as I saw that character jump up on the screen, I shrieked
I broke the forth wall for him, courteous to what I seek
The massive glass pane was crushed, and glass shards fell on both of us
He had to go to the emergency room, and he sent me a cease and desist letter the next day.
DemonsSpreading darkly from within
A cloud filled my breast
And slowly pulling me in
Ground me into the dust, depressed
On the dead earth below me
A dripping black hand
Struggled fiercely up to free
The shadows of the demon band
Others nearby glanced my way
Smiled at me, or cursed
With a venomous red spray
Fed my dark and demon-made thirst
Looking behind them I saw
On great poison wings
Creatures, crimson mouths all raw
From speaking unspeakable things
If we had courage to boast
Allied, we could beat
The hellspawned, bloodthirsty ghosts
That hungrily follow our feet
The other side of the coin
Fearing the unknown
No one dares to join
We each have demons of our own
SecretsThey meet in the dark of night-
when all with-in the surrounding homes,
were fast asleep.
They hold secrets-
each of them-
for what they do is
in it's self-
With-in her heart-
secret yearnings betray each other-
one drawing her deeper-
the other holding her back.
She looks into his eyes-
and knows that,
has his own secrets-
not ready to be shared.
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