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John Christoper Pajo Poem
Just as how clouds
brought heaven to horizon,
when are exposed to sunlight.
Just as how it fades
while sky turned into crimson,
and slowly, comes the twilight.
Just as how it trembles,
in a storm of aggression
throwing thunders of mere uptight.
Just as how your heart
with the purest of emotion,
speaks the story of your fight.
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Quasar from afar.
She's more of a distant star.
Reddish glow,
twinkling slow,
exposing nothing but a scar.
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Quasar from afar.
Her ego is binocular.
Proving to all,
she'll no longer fall,
that she won't retreat from a war.
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Quasar from afar.
she's nothing but stellar.
Escaping the sore,
that she might feel once more.
So, she chooses to be a Quasar.
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John Christoper Pajo Poem
Neglection: An Acrostic Poetry
Neither of whether hope nor cries,
empowered by a companion.
Grueling moments of surprise
languish as felt dereliction.
Empathy, why can’t just be nice?
Care has no intention.
Tender felt in pure disguise,
impeded to submission.
Only to mark in bold precise:
Novelty in aggression.
Pajo, John Christoper I.
12-08-21
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Across a room,
where shadows breathe out diversion,
there stood a man in deep.
In his eyes is a hint,
of a sorrowful tint-
labeling innocence by gloomy fame.
He broke a neck
and pulled a vein.
Exposed a skull,
and ate its brain.
Drank the blood,
from its stabbed heart.
It was his masterful art.
But,
clear in his dimmed perception,
he saw himself devastated.
Yes,
He was the man he once thought,
from a clash he once fought.
He smiled at the end,
admiring the beauty of what he used to amend.
Reality.
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What made this day a chill
suchlike an approaching winter,
where clouds absorbed the lit,
of the melting heat of summer?
What gave the sky a pour
of a storm with gloomy water?
Brought by the dimmed clouds,
was the rain of howling somber.
What forced the light to hide
above the mourn of a day?
Shading the dampened land
with a tone of mostly gray.
Strong wind passes by,
pushing every smile away.
But after this cold weather,
will darkness gonna stay?
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John Christoper Pajo Poem
Do not gamble your time away
with the indecisiveness you play.
The heavier resolve you pray,
the longer will it take to pay.
Don't just waste your time today.
You have to move and chase your prey.
You may be worried about delays,
but beyond that, you will be okay.
Listen to what time conveys.
See what it wants to portray.
You are with time along the way.
Respond to what it hopes to say.
Uncertainty may come into play,
But never run, be bold -don't sway.
Embrace a heart that won't betray
between precious moments and what may.
When choices dance in shades of gray,
Of which nostalgia begged you to stay.
Summon courage, free from dismay,
to the unknown, forbids no foray.
Whatever beast may come your way,
Just do not gamble your time away.
Pajo, John Christoper I
11-20-23
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Once a bridge has made its way,
to open doors from yesterday;
Will gift a hint for where to stay,
across the time from where it's gray.
Once a scene has played again,
with clueless when or what and when;
There lives a life of the tintless pen,
which all the least, are those forgotten.
Once a day turned back to past,
where all rests in a frozen vast;
There hides a smile in the vintage cast,
while in a dream, it never lasts.
Once progress splits to tear,
with fruitful thoughts in crystal clear;
There lies a heart in the deepest dream,
with all its joy in the loudest scream.
And once a glimpse will take all over,
memories slowly cross to forever.
12-15-18
Pajo, John Christoper I.
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