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Jaison Copper Poem
My stomach is hurting 'cause I haven't eaten.
My feet, they are swollen from sittin' up sleepin'.
I'm cold and I'm damp from the wind and the rain
And I won't last long 'cause my life's in the short lane.
l've once had a home,full of love and of laughter,
and the times in my mind I'll never recapture.
It's over for me,can't pretend not to know,
the wind blows through the holes
in my clothes with every blow.
I'm of no use to no one,
with this inescapable past that I keep living in and running from.
I can't get over 'cause I can't come from up under.
I have done seen the lightining, I've done felt the thunder
As I walk through the streets by the day by the night
I think of the days that I was young and won the fight.
When I think,damn,I used to be a super man,
now I am nothing other than a regular man.
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Jaison Copper Poem
For all of my years I've been scarce in the light,
I'm the hump in the dark that goes bump in the night.
Fierce and cruel and evil am I,
there's deception, corruption and evil in my eye.
There's contempt, resent and bad intent in my heart.
And my haunting pains, They all are so sharp.
I once had- but went out and sold my heart of gold,
now I'm just an empty soul,
and a soul so cold.
I'm the hump in the dark that goes bump in the night,
for all of my years I've been scarce in the light.
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Jaison Copper Poem
Look at just how big and strong I am.
I can go through any town,
or go out on any limb.
I can bring about harm with just my mighty arms.
I can take you to you death,
I can take away you breath.
I can drown you on dry land
with one of my mighty hands.
I can bring you to your knees,
make you bow down to my needs.
I am the Mighty Mr. Mayjhaa Evil
I am the nightmare in your dreams,
the dark and narrow that proceeds you.
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These hands, they are magic,
they will make you reappear
back into a non-existence,
and from there, you will not disappear.
These hands, they are magic,
they'll wrap darkness around your light,
Bring nightmares into your dreams,
and breathe death into your life.
These hands, they are magic,
They will crush you in their palms,
until you become no more,
and until no more are your qualms.
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Jaison Copper Poem
When I see your face,
when I hear your voice,
when I say your name-
It brings me rejoice.
I can hear it in your voice,
when you say my name.
I can see it in your face
that you feel the same.
I can feel it in your hands
when their holding mine,
that right now you really like me
and that you'll love me in time.
I can tell by your talk
you don't want me for a friend,
and that when the time is right for you,
you will let me in.
And every year we can build
more memories to remember.
Every year you can be my warmth in the winter.
Copyright © Jaison Copper | Year Posted 2005
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