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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.
Being Humanmy actions are finally lining up with my words
but the line i walk as i take the actions that will define me is very thin
walking along either side of an edge
to balance my life along those very edges can sometimes push me to the brink
but to the brink of what?
is it insanity?is it a full surrender to the process of change?
does it make me less of a man to tell you im afraid?
does it make me more of a man to pound you into dust until you fear me?
the question isint what makes me a man?
because the answer is im a human being,its just that simple
i feel pain,i feel love,i hurt,i feel joy,i feel everything
and that makes me perfectly human,no more or no less of a man
when i was brought into this world i was a baby
we should all consider ourselves children
they are the most human of us all
they love unconditionally,they express themselves without fear of judgement
because nobody has conditioned them to fear being that human
are we brave enough to have the courage of a child?
they will look
The Prince of MarsOn the bare mattress, he trembles;
praying for his white knight to come back.
Devoured by the very thing he consumes,
his disposition now mimics the windows he's painted black.
No sunlight does he ever permit,
for it invokes the mischievous shadows that challenges his fight.
All reflections he forbids,
for fear of the stranger that triggers his fright.
The insatiable hunger makes him devoid of deference,
and he's willing to sell everything he owns.
All this for the few hours of heaven,
that can be bought with precious stones.
Borrowed WordsI have often read the sparking souls of rare, bold men.
They have fed me pointed words
running red with blood
and thunder, staining
everything I've said, everything
I have. Often read the sparking souls of dead old men,
their flaming, spitting thoughts.
When your tightened lungs are stirred
fill your throat with coughing birds,
put your thought into an overwrought mouth as
I have, often. Read the sparking souls of dead old men,
the trolls in their cluttered dens
surrounded by the scrimshaw bones
of ravished brides, of wasted wives.
Soapbox words scrawled across the same bodies
I have often bled the hearkening souls of. Dead old men
have led the red, hungry eyes
of Rottweiler boys
for years as they tramped through
foyers,foam dressing their blackened lips.
We have often fed the snarling souls of dead, cold men,
gone to bed with hot coal men
with lead in their veins.
Their words are a well
the world knows too well.
Too often have I read the sparking souls of red-coal me
Pure and DirtyMet a girl, told me she was pure -
Filled with hate,
for people she called dirty,
stained by past mistakes or joys.
Told her sex makes us
neither good nor bad,
that you should live not
for the misery of others,
but to be happy with yourself.
habituallyand thank goodness we wear paths
to our chosen art forms
while we're still young-
reaching adulthood means
carving ruts for ourselves
under the rickety wagon spokes
and packing them flat,
soiling the soles
of our wonder-washed feet.
Night Sight SeeingYelling through a crowd
that you hate your parents
act like a deterrence
To the people clean
Writing things like me
Am I right in thinking
That this compulsive drinking
Wraps your mind
And straps you tight
To all of this
Is the light still flickering
In your eyes
As you pass out
Preceded by violent blinking?
Yeah I guess you're cool
Rolling around in
what you ate at school
I'm sure you'll feel it
When you check your pocket
And realize your about
£100 down you fool!
Is it money well spent?
I bet the girls think you're
A real gent
But do they care what you're like outside
Or just your generosity
Right here at the event?
They don't even know your name
All too familiar with your game
I've watched a few like you
Believe me, you all end up
Smile like you mean itSmile,
when you're dying inside
to let the world know you can
because frowning makes others feel bad
Its the best mask we've got
Perfection is an Opinion -Just in case I miss you tomorrow
and never get the chance to say goodbye,
I would want you to know
that I've loved you every second, every minute,
every hour of every day,
and if I had the chance to meet you,
and got the chance to speak my mind,
I would tell you that you are perfect
and this is the reason why:
Perfection is based on the perspective of the world,
so let me tell you mine.
You don't have to be the best
and you don't even have to be in the top percent -
You're perfect just the way you are right now.
When you look in the mirror, I don't want you to see
that your hair is a mess or you have crooked teeth,
but that you're wild and free
and have a smile that shows the beauty beneath.
All of you is perfect, the fear and the doubt,
but if you ever doubt yourself
I'll continue to believe
that your future
can be whatever you want it to be,
so continue making the mistakes
that I wish I had made
when I had the chance,
when I was your age,
a lifetime and a half ago.
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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