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Jowlough Jan 2011
On a height of your victory,
Crows will follow,
Waiting for an attack,
flock's going for the ****.

Coming and striving,
you've sacrificed sweat and blood.
when you're about reach the peak,
come hear the shout of the mob.

and they're doing everything,
to pull you down.
come up to some plans,
trying to shoot you out.

and they're doing everything,
to utilize your smallest mistakes,
highlight little glitches,
make it for pedestal's stake.

but you know you have the heart,
Transparent as clear glass,
but as unbreakable and strong,
as precious and nice diamonds

but you know you have the guts,
to shield the burning fire,
they can take away your Image,
but definitely, not your burning desire.

but you know you have the mindset,
to block their dark doings,
to set yourself free,
and drop off those gloomy feelings.

Finish what we've started,
Don't stop, we have gone too far.
Keep going on and shoot the crows,
stay on the ground,  and keep your Stars
(c) Chapter II - jcjuatco Jan 26 2011
Jowlough Jan 2011
I am lost in your eyes, sweet young lady.
your warm embrace deeply enchants me.

you gave room, to reflect and be calm,
as you sing me melodies on happy good times.

made me think, decide and let go,
of gloomy things, made me stop and throw,

made me realize all the possibilities,
made me fall, and know what true Love is.
(c) January 19 2010 - jcjuatco - Made me*
Jowlough Jan 2011
Ideas come like a pistol gun,
One click on the gauntlet,
Snap, it is gone.

Some thoughts are like birthmarks,
Forever they're established,
like a sculpture on a tree bark.

In our life we have a lot to think,
better be strong,
better swim or you'll sink.

daily living, We have to serve ourselves,
as well as  others,
who make life out of our shelves.

Their are places that seemed sanctuaries,
the ambient surroundings,
dejavu, good old memories,

But some places gives us despair
hopeless grin, in and out
of our closet bin

Only Few People care on what we feel,
They come and go,
whatever has got to deal,

better keep your feet down on the ground,
stay on levels,
all can change in a speed of sound
(c) Ideas - jcjuatco - Jan 20 2011
Jowlough Jan 2011
Caught in the middle,
I got to choose,
One has got to win,
The other is on big lose.

Try as I might,
to push this with pure guts,
Projecting scenarios,
ambience stinks like a rat.

Don't tell,
if you can't act on it.
Don't Pretend you're happy,
If it's the opposite.

Don't ever recall,
dead scenes you've giggled.
for I Have dug it's grave,
and prepared its funeral
(c) Middleman - jcjuatco - January 18 2011
Jowlough Jan 2011
What rhymes with love?
Can I **** and say dove?

then you say a word "Camera",
Now I'm thinking to ride a Chimera!

Common is the guitar,
now you want to play a Sitar,

as you watch movies with subs,
cute anime overdubs,

Up early as three in the morning,
you notice mosquitos are roaming,

with last night's hangover,
walked clumsy like a moon rover!

I am a person of rhymes,
until you ring those chimes,

Until you hear an angry gerbil,
I love you much ar
(c) Jan 6 - Angry Gerbil * jcjuatco
Jowlough Jan 2011
I am looking,
For an outlet,
I am wasted,
I am down,
I was abused,
by your Ignorance,
I was misused,
I am in frown.
How would you cure,
a stab in your heart,
Feels like an Alien,
Striving with mankind,
Feels like you don't belong,
where everything's wrong,
you can't keep phase,
How'd you wish you were strong.
(c) Carry On - jcjuatco - 1.6.11
Jowlough Jan 2011
We have Exerted efforts, yet we got no recognition,
They showed no plans in their might’s.

Shining, yet discrimination bites off,
Your people cannot go full throttle in their flights.

Two years, I am only hiding,
though we are part of the unreeling circle as informed,

Which extends up to the core of our hungry heart,
looking for equality, to unlock the doors

waiting and waiting, to release this wicked feeling free,
We are castaways not until we seek as we hunt and flee,

as we dedicate and pursue one hundred percent,
but this Society cannot dedicate enough in return,

as we live in deep dark angst every time,
We are socially deprived and violated, oh ****** heart.

For a farewell bid will never be an issue
I am building my will, let us be, and we'll get through.
(c) Jan 4 2010 - The Mob - jcjuatco*
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