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Master Jones Poem
What if age was determined
By the amount of life experiences you had
Would you be an old timer, seasoned
Or a young naïve lad?
Would you change the way you lived
Or would you be satisfied?
Would changes to your life be massive,
Or would you seek a priest to confide?
I wonder why we don't live more
Not knowing when the curtain falls
Instead we tread on egg-shell floors
As if we plan when the bell tolls..
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I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..
You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..
I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..
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In frozen ivory towers and burning dungeons
The inescapable truth is that in the darkness
Even your shadow leaves you
Stare at the abyss and the void fills you
Your mind trapped as you hide your black-hole heart
Shadows lurking out of sight
Manifestations surround you
the journey of the hopeless soul
Is it a lesson that must be endured
To make the heart steady
So that when you reach the end
You truly appreciate how bad it could have been
And what you’re capable of
So that you know that you all need
Is your beating heart and nothing else
Just you
Believing in a dream..
Something that
The darkness
Can’t touch.
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Your fascinating disposition,
My narcotic fixation.
You’re a mystical enigma,
A kryptonic ataxia.
My peculiar constitution,
A mercurial condemnation..
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Today I saw a tree trunk,
Growing through a fence.
Metal bars pierced, as it grew,
It almost didn’t make sense.
Sap oozed out its flesh,
Where the spike had bored.
Victim of its own success,
As if it had fell upon its sword.
I wondered if the tree was wise,
That growing meant having to agonize.
The tree didn’t seem to mind though,
As it stretched toward the rainbow..
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Here I am
On the brink of greatness
Unable to take the first step
Here I am
Standing on the shoulders of giants
A legacy passed on by baton
Here I am
Anxious to hear the starters gun
Deafened instead by the silence
Here I am
A race of slave workers
Who built an empire
Here I am
Climbing out that valley
To that mountain top
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Where is our fight
Doomed to be controlled,
Like robots in the night,
Our hearts growing cold..
Keeping us bound
To open plan offices,
Unnatural sounds
And beige surfaces.
When power is lost,
Creativity strangled.
Eyes staring glossed,
At black rectangles.
Just outside,
A natural utopia.
Yet everyday we hide
and exist in sepia..
A life in monotony,
Is not life at all.
Its almost a felony,
For time we can't recall..
This thinking we need to shed,
These days slowly blurring.
Like Benvolio said
These hot days, is the mad blood stirring..
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3 years in 3 days,
the horror of replays.
Like a bug caught in a jar,
awaiting the inevitable.
No holes,
asphyxiation in darkness.
Battling in dark fantasies,
the journey of fire.
The burning eternal,
calloused soul.
Scorched at the core,
how much must I endure
before I see the light..
If ignorance is bliss
Should I shut my eyes?
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I wish I could be free
From my own mind
Unlocking the uncertainty
Which only makes me blind
Soaring like a seagull
Over gorgeous blue oceans
But for now life is dull
Going through the motions
If I could pass this desert,
Desolate and dry
If I should turn expert,
People would wonder why
I was ever doubted
And disregarded too,
Why I was thought retarded
Even a silly fool
Cosmic explosions in my mind
Galaxies disappearing
Impatiently I wait for my grind
The sunlight returning
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If you’ve never fitted in,
then you haven’t found
The place
Where you belong..
How would you know
If you found it,
Would your heart tell you
To be strong..
What if you’ve seen
this place before,
And your mind
Didn’t believe..
Are you doomed
To a live of sadness
With a heavy heart
To grieve..
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