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john p green Oct 2015
As I find myself in fragile spirits and small states
The soft touch of light greets me with a kiss so sweet
And soothing, one must wonder about the blissful treat
Of such bright sweets which crush the dark grates
I humbly pray for revolution in the name of peace
The refreshing blood will lay at the feet of all who yearn
For solace and warmth and a love follows that wont burn
But rest in the comforting glowing dove from the seas
If we dare make the leap shall we fail or touch the skies?
Within the trail of oh such beauty comes with the sound of cries
A cry so loud the drums will craft a tune so light
And rooted in harmony that our souls may fly out of sight
john p green Oct 2015
I'm just sitting around
For that Zack and Anne attack
For it is inevevitible
It's so friggin predictable
There be eardrums to burst
And no laughs out loud
Let's see what transpires
Sometimes their up then down.
john p green Oct 2015
Even collapsing channels
Won't prevent our minds funnels
For it seems unclear somewhat
Touching our dearest fears
Touching what?
Or do go there?
Place yourself alone
Till you'll crawl back home
Guess what? I'll be there!
john p green Oct 2015
Just a suggestion for you're about
Wait! About to head out
Might want to watch yourself
And pay more attention
You said what for I ask?
Cause just look down
What's at the table or my hand?
Just look at your right hand
That cigarette is awful close
To your most personal belonging
Take off before you singe
john p green Oct 2015
Here child! Here you
Just lend me that hand
Let me lead the way
I'll show you I promise
Show everything I know
Just remember, listen tight
Also sit tight in that chair
For we're all here to gather
Appreciate, respect and share
A lesson of life well deserved
john p green Oct 2015
At times I turn, turn away
From what I scribble
Is it fear or that block?
Or merely simple dribble?
Cannot fathom
That unleashing inside
Tis why I write in the dark
No concept in sight
Now I form no reason
And reason obeys
Chaos decides
What time shall allow me
john p green Oct 2015
I quite don't know that meaning
When I glance upon that smile
Where can I can care to slide
For I don't know where to slide
As my life ink runs out
Now don't no how to spell
Yet, does it really matter?
Or just a spell imposed?
To become that imposter
A masquerade or best friend
Whose to say, to go or know
Now it's just all gibberish
Can you find that meaning?
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