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Jake Bounds Poem
Sunglasses shade me under fig
trees,
Our star weights heavy on a basket
case,
No warm embrace for the northern
forests,
We horde this titan for our own
shores,
Roll and rock and roll your mind to
the vast expanse,
Die inside before your time, before
the reaper calls,
Sticks and stones, stones into bread,
The dust in the is bowl is going to
my head,
Clothed in horrors and horns,
devouring native villages in my path,
A sinister wind propels our ships of
dragon skin,
Colors shift to thoughts, trees to
pillars of salt,
In this, the most unlikely of
platforms for rebirth
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Jake Bounds Poem
Leave me in the Garden of Eden,
To witness life form and rivers begin
to roll,
Naked but clothed in innocence,
Immortality has been placed within
my grasp,
Animals, colossal beasts fall under
my authority,
Every fruit and flower is offered to
sustain me, save one,
Why do I want for what is
forbidden, what will do me harm?
Every inch of this utopia is
entrusted to my care,
I will not fall into folly,
She is so radiant, shimmering
diamonds are like as dust,
Born of my flesh and bone, the
apple of my eye,
Her voice is my only weakness, the
only chink in my armor,
As of now I know nothing of death
but I would sacrifice myself for her,
The serpent struck while she
wandered alone,
He enticed her to trade paradise for
a bite,
Her mind freed, she introduces me
to sin,
I must endure the face of beautiful
temptation,
I feel the shift as the fruit touches
my lips,
As as we hear God traversing the
garden, we hide,
Clothed in fig leaves we face the
Maker,
With trembling knees we accept the
consequences,
With backs turned, cast out and
disgraced,
The sword of the captain of angels
bars the gate,
Sentenced to a life of hardship and
anguish,
We will forever lament choosing
death over life
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Her mouth brings nothing but
destruction,
As breathtaking as she appears,
I am captain, I am king,
I am looking Hell in the eyes and I
cannot turn away,
She reaches out for my hand,
This creature of the depths,
She has been the downfall of
thousands before,
Though each man in turn was
warned,
This daughter of the gods begs to
show me the deep,
Who needs the sun, who needs to
breathe,
Who needs to see what they have
already seen?
Embrace me, you heavens, draw my
soul to thee,
Who needs the sun, who needs to
breathe?
The fables passed through
generations,
The strait and narrow is a
dangerous path,
She is written off as myth 'till she is
before your eyes,
Faulty navigator, eager widow
maker,
The cyclone leaves me in awe,
I willingly accept my impending fate,
Magnetic forces in the water,
Draw a portrait of a sailor's grave
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I am not worthy,
I do not deserve the breath that could sustain others,
I am hard pressed to accept this incredible privilege,
Though the burden is heavy, I will not disappoint
They are all failures,
It is appalling the space these inbred's lives waste,
The are not worth the air they breathe,
I alone am deserving
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