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John Carlo Poem
What not is to oneself? A question ever been told to myself
Whether you love, you taught, you thought, and you lost
The camaraderie to you and yourself is the greatest bond
To know the boundaries - where you can fly and fall
Where you can commit to all and to stand tall
Even one voice, small. Hectic, make it a mall
In the end of the day, what not to oneself?
Where you stood to all, but mistakes come forth
When you feel life's winding up north
It is the blade, into something that halts
It is not for you, but a lesson and is daft
Take care, world is cruel even in mononym
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John Carlo Poem
For the second time, to foresee everything that love commits
It is hard to see, where wrong and boundary correlate.
So burden would not be love; somber is just hard to translate
Unfortunately, it's hard to designate, that it may never be delicate
The first time, thought love transcends mortality and duration
Giving up is the hardest-- to fulfill the adjudication
I am foretold that love is a sacrificial lamb existence, more on
Moron that i could be the way I am treating the situation
Now it is the fourth time; I never heard of the third.
I skipped it, made of traumas like a herd
Shepherd-- me convincing every pieces, even it is blurred
Though, it is hard to find, my glasses broke, everything scattered
Now, I realized, the pattern is so specific
It looks like mentally challenging;horrific.
That, what I just remembered-- munific
What RIvermaya just performed is honorific
Though even I see that, love eats me out
Every love I fought just made my feet seethe with gout
It is for Rivermaya with no doubt
That narrative of genuine love, still works out
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John Carlo Poem
Existence is dubitable like an ocean; waves spree there-- anywhere
Well, we can't unsee the depth of the well, a person where it can idealize darkness through matter
Feels uncertain; the moment we are not sure of
But who to swim to these stagnate waters from aquifers just to see a miracle
A coin, a peso, no, a horizontal ocean. But it can't be an ocean; it does not splash
It does, a motion where we could generate. It is the most stagnate of depth I have seen
It is too far to say it is an ocean, ocean is dubitable, well the well is too.
The one, is so calm where the other is not. EIther, it contains darkness
Say, it is just life through its motion, as far you could read it
I myself cannot even synthesize an ocean and well because of physicality, rather thinking how it could be similar
Also, I could not even write that ocean is a well, for I am uncertain where I am. I was thrown at the world!
For nothing I should conceive my own meaning.
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Simply to put text that we cannot cover anything complex
There was a simplified version of every object-- an annex
The loss of everything to put it understandable; loosing context
Was like cutting all of the trees just to portray land like Lorax
Though, where we put things behind the bars is just the manifesto
Everything could be described out and reasoned with a memo
I was warned by Spinoza, that not everything fits out and can be a reductio
So, would a man be reasoning out of everything killing complexity would be a maestro
A virtuoso indeed, to be smart that it leaps every precautionary never stumbled
Wish I was that man to hide complexity, to assign simplicity-- oversimplified
But, I would lose the essence of dopamine in searching question categorized
As I would never understand if short text means something to unconcealed
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John Carlo Poem
For it is just another dream, that i do not wanted to sleep
Rigid past and cultural anemonies, wow that is so bad
Well, I have met this girl, after I tried to take it all
For myself ever never thought love would be a choice
Something made me swirl, for the emotions to come
For something myself never regret coming from
It was about and never from 2024, nor 25
It is about the present, something I hope would never seen
Where I cried in my pillows, the short message spanned
More weeks? More years? i do not know
I just want her near me - not obsessed for sure
But love is clear, I never wanted her time - presence commits
It may be, so something, that clearly uncommon
That this chances would come, for me to change myself
Upon the misery, the wisdom cannot help
But my heart trembles and I know it is not deaf
Give a chance - a man would wanted, or maybe more years.
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Met this girl, in every party of whites and boxes, output like matches
I cannot portray if she is fine to talk to me; it is just texts and silence
Feeling is kind of odd; we know someone, we are randomised binaries
Then it is even; to ask consciously to think, is it good if we can change class
Forethought, aforementioned, all of the steps in motion-- like a flash.
Insofar as I never contemplated that I would fall this fast-- constantinople clash
Even so fast to react, a jab of mine would travel quarter of a second
Hers made it even faster, by falling me unconscious, making genuine bond
Whom I would just make friends-- a thom, it is not finished, it is beyond
I feel so secure. give her a lot; she would not bite, yet fear her abscond
Perchance, this just how I adore, from the moment meeting her to this digital world
She is the curly hair that made my way unseen and curved, now rebonded
Soothly, yes. You have observed how I made the rhythms read twine
Oh, Jane, how have you made this word from modern to archaic, emprise purine
Thyself is a thing that a man would protect, a man would serve as canine
You travelled with me through the lights; I have written your beauty in the sun's citrine
I have never met you; only the thinkers think of gods that favor both me and you, serpentine.
I would never depart this land of ours, shaped by what made us feline
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