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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.
Calender ManMy steps
ask me why
dead for a full week.
My arms are x's
and my elbows - checkers.
I only see tomorrow.
I only think about the microwave
when it screams
for me to stop.
My lisp is chewy,
to match the scribbles
speckling my elbows.
My steps are heavy."
Hotel California.The dusky, dusty highway
Somewhere in the heart of California
Where the desert sands are golden
And the girl's eyes are molten
I had to find a home for midnight
The hotel seemed just the oasis
My soul needed
She met me at the door
Hair like fire, skin like ice
We spoke not a word,
But I felt - something -
Moonlight night turned
To scorching days,
And instead of leaving I was trapped
Caught in the middle of a vortex
Created by lust, lost, memories
Religious fervor in a misplaced love
Candlelight would only illuminate us
For so long
In this dark and beautiful place
Time dragged it feet, she told me
That woman of fire had the muses for her friends
A broken thing, a fallen angel
A dark and terrible secret she shared
With no one
I almost lost my soul to that
The mirrors on the ceiling were telling
Of the true bloodlust here
I ran, the front cracked open
Her face was caught in my mind's eye
Darkness too terrible and sweet
Made its home in and around the rooms
Weakening my resolv
i do not write slam poetry.
i do write, but in quiet syllables
in quieter lobbies. i am quite
self-serving in the way i slide
my breaths through my bottled-up neck.
god forbid my tie slip and
reveal my charlatan wreckage.
god, forbid me from dreck
masquerading as purpose.
i have stenciled my days
in a page i subsequently
every aspect of your life
can be chosen, they drone.
and it's true
until you're unrepentantly introduced
the ink starts to delineate
in your skin, maps your nailbeds and
lets you attempt to rescind
with no hope of actual
there were ten times in my life
that i felt i should document but no,
those moments are only mine and no,
i don't do lists and no,
i am not a writer.
now the ink is caked, thick, choking
my societal obligations in a velvet
blue drawl that i have always
tell me again how
with your life coiled about
your middle finger and your wife
i do not write sla
World Of MagicI lay in blue grass
tickle my nose
and baby unicorns
of red dandelions.
I’m curled up
my head on
his chest and
is pounding in
to grab one…
when I wake up
How ClicheMy heart is breaking
I borrowed trust
You made me pay
I payed with love
You loved my trust
I’m lonely now
With love and lust
I miss your heart
I miss its beat
You beat my heart
Into the street
And where am I
Without a sound
The tears they fall
They tear the ground
I dare not fall
Where you have tripped
Heart on heart
A heart left stripped
Oh oldest friend
Of kiss left loose
I’ve lost my grip;
Lost hand I choose
You chose me now
Oh how cliché
To pick the night
Over the day
We think ourselves
A clever sort
A life made short
So how in death
Is love so shown
Where hatred’s fed
And once was sown
Life after death
Yes aged cliché
There is no death
For those who pray
That trust so given
Gone from hand
Sand of heat
Such fills my eyes
Love oh love
Love is free
Don’t make me pay
.flame-red cars driving by in godspeed
golden chains 'round necks
murmuring kill under your breaths
strike the blade with the hammer
don't hit the anvil
blink once, not twice, you'll miss the lights
murder ain't prompted by the world, but by you
but hey, don't worry
'cause karma won't forget
EverythingWhen everything's good,
And everything's bad.
When everything's cold,
And everything's heat.
When everything's right,
And everything's not.
When you're the best,
Or you're not.
When you need me,
And when you not.
I'm gonna be there...
No matter what.
farin the space
where the moon
hides our imperfections
by all the souls
that are gone
i just can't help
and i think
where i cannot reach
despite the thorns
on the roses
i sent you
there's something great
and we only
Nothing To Be Proud OfThere are days I look up at the sky,
And I am just so grateful
For what we've done for each other
The human race will surely live on
But most of the time I'm screaming
Chocking on toxic ashes
Of what I could have been, maybe
With tears gliding down my cheeks
Can you feel the air killing us?
Slowly, slowly, earth is avenged
Our society is crumbling,
The adults do not care anymore.
I wonder if anyone does at all.
School, home, weekend. My life.
All of it could be in the same room.
Nothing else would change outside.
You could feed me the same stories,
People doing good for those in need,
People ripping people apart for fun
And I still would believe every bit.
Do you not understand how you die?
Can you not phantom the inevitability
Of the utter self-destruction
Of our world we are oh so proud of?
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.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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