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John Matlock Poem
Ghosts of the past
Presently predicting the future
Wounds left untreated
Waiting on a suture
Affected by the infected
Waiting for Resurrection
Walking an exhausted path
Begging for reinvention
The wind at your back
No pack to cover it up
Wounds from whips
Screaming "enough's enough"
Copyright © John Matlock | Year Posted 2009
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John Matlock Poem
Just say the words.
Contrary to popular belief.
Don't think before you speak.
On matters of the ehart.
On things you wish to start.
Goals yo wish to pursue.
Begin with the words inside you.
All you have to do is just say the words.
Before she says hers.
Think of the worst-case scenario.
It won't compare to talking very low.
So low only your soul can hear.
Your mind will contradict your true intentions
Regret will then spread the infection.
So just say the words.
Copyright © John Matlock | Year Posted 2006
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John Matlock Poem
What adjectives can't describe.
When metaphors can't paint a picture.
Some turn to their liquid courage.
Others quote the scripture.
You insinuate that I'm not worth your time.
That I make you sick.
Know this!
You're absolutely right, I'm a prick
Made that way brick by brick
by those who have no soul
Those who only want control
By those who only pump self serve
I pity You.
I can honestly say that I meant every word.
How do I handle my demons, you ask?
I keep them on a choke chain out back.
only to break loose, run free
And be adopted by some other poor man
whose punishment doesn't fit his crime
The point of this is to say that I wasn't defeated.
That you didn't win.
However the odds are in my favor.
That this scenario will be repeated.
With another.
Attachment, not love
You are my brother.
Copyright © John Matlock | Year Posted 2006
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