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The hanging of the gallows high

Electric chair is set on fry

Passing out free cyanide

So many different ways to die

Rounding up the firing squad

Wait for it...the go for it nod

The guillotine is set on chop

All it needs is for the blade to drop

They're mixing up the chemicals

To go off at precise intervals

Tying up your arms with coils

Being pulled apart by bulls

Feed you to the crocodiles

The ones that have the biggest smiles

Dragging you for twenty miles

Behind ten horses ruining wild

You can beg and you can plead

Getting down upon your knees

But sometimes the reading of my poetry

Might just be the worst of these
Please don't lose yourself in your wild, untamed mind.

Wait to lose yourself and be consumed by nervous thoughts in the wee hours of the morning until I'm with you.

Wait to explore undiscovered ruins hidden in the crevices of your brain until I find my way to where you have stumbled.

Wait to enter the caverns of lost memories and shattered wishes until I have decoded intricate hieroglyphics.

Wait to illuminate this forgotten jungle until you are ready to let me see all the beautiful and ugly creatures which lurk and cower in its tangled roots.

          I reassure you; I will still adore you no
         matter what evils we stumble upon along our
          journey,
         for I know,
         deep in the heart of this wild labyrinth
         awaits decadence and beauty.
 Jun 2013 Pauvel Jétha
AJ
Burnt
 Jun 2013 Pauvel Jétha
AJ
Today I burned three of my fingers.
I am being a very big baby about it.
When I was a baby I touched a lawn mower,
And burned the same exact fingers.
I did not complain or cry nearly as much back then.
Maybe I am Benjamin Button,
Only,
My body doesn't show it.
 Jun 2013 Pauvel Jétha
AJ
I keep putting myself into a smaller box,
And then complain that I feel claustrophobic.
And I make the walls thicker,
And I make them sound proof,
And I make the doors increasingly harder to open.
And then I complain.
Because I put myself in a room with pictures,
But no windows.
I do it so that I can't see the present,
And I can't see the future coming.
All I can see is the past.
All I can see are pictures of my old boxes,
The bigger boxes.
Boxes that I could get out of.
I'm in one without a door right now.
I'm going to stay here for a very long time.
 Jun 2013 Pauvel Jétha
AJ
Today I slept till noon.
I never do this and it scared me a lot.
The whole day was gone.
I have felt empty ever since.

Today I cooked some pasta.
It didn't stick and tasted very good.
I ate way too much.
I have felt sick ever since.

Today I had a breakdown.
I screamed and cried and threw a fit.
I broke a picture frame.
I've felt tragic ever since.
When Goodbye We All Must Say

Today I saw my mother
She seems so tired these days
She knows that she is very sick
Still she says it's all okay

She tells us to not worry
There is a time we all must go
She talks about the plans she's made
And the things that we should know

She says that when her fight is done
And she has given all she can
She knows she'll then be ready
To meet her journeys end

We tell her to keep fighting
Dont give up on her life
Inside we know her journey
Must have an end in sight

I dont know really what to do
For this woman I so love
She has raised five children on her own
And not once did she give up

We tell her that we love her
And pretend that we dont see
This disease that has taken her
And dropped her to her knees

I love my mother very much
And want to take from her this pain
I dread that day I know will come
When goodbye we all must say

Carl Joseph Roberts
I have no idea how much longer we will have as she has been on Dialysis for so long and has gotten so much worse. No longer able to walk or catch her breath, I hope she still has many years but I realize that she is getting worse each month. Still I know that only God has a plan for when any of us go. So if I have lapse in writing it is because I want to spend as much time with her as I can.
My life to me seems a movie
In which I play a part
Not an award winner by any means
The film, some may call it art

It does have a bit of adventure
Some comedy with rhyme
Also it's had it's share of drama
That I myself consider a crime

I've also starred in other peoples movies
In some, bit parts are all I've played
More times though I've been a stand in
With nothing much to say

If you've seen the way I act at times
I'm clearly not a leading man
And as far as romantic movies go
That's just not who it is I am

If I take the time to think about
Comedy is what I do best
If you ask my friends and family though
What I consider funny should stay inside my head

Because once it goes into production
And acted out in scene
It's not quite as humorous as first thought
The moment it hits the big screen

So although my life...the movie
Has had its share of flops
I'll continue on with my acting
Until the movie play reel stops
The skies are gray and cloudy
It's like this most every time
I come here to visit you my dear
Or is it all just in my mind

I could sit and talk for hours
Of all the good times that we had
But the conversation always rolls back around
To the day of your untimely death

It is at that moment I choke on my words
For there is nothing left to say
When all that I have left of you now
Are my memories and your grave

I wipe your headstone clean once again
Leave the flowers where they lay
With that same cloth I wipe my tears
Then turn and walk away...
This poem is fictitious...
Still it brings a tear to my eye...
There seems to be a finality to it that he just can't let go...
So sad...
STOP!
The  World cries out
Your killing me
As you **** my land
And pollute my sea
Wasn't it Gods plan for man
To take care of me
If we try I'm sure we can
Live in harmony

WHY!
The Man cries out
Are you always blaming me
Can't you see the progress I've made
Through my abilities
Why is it you think I am
Your worst enemy
Do you really think you'd be better off
If I packed my bags and leave

WHAT!
The World cries out
Have you gone insane
My life here was pristine
Till you gave your soul away
Look at the mess I'm in
Of course you are to blame
I've had it up to here
With all  your silly games

WHOA!
The Man cries out
Let me tell this to you
I've got this little game right here
I like to call the nuke
Believe me I'm not afraid
To use it's full force on you
You need to apologize right now
Before I turn it loose

GO AHEAD!**
The World cries out
Why should I even live
When all you want from me
Is what it is that I can give
So give it your best shot, Man
And untie the noose
Let's see who will survive
Your little game of nuke
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