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But the Mystical Forrest

On the rooftop high^
My eyes like kaleidoscope§
One face in the sky??

Fear but calm I sit....
The spirit of a dragon
Storms its eyes at me 

I don't understand..¿?
..But the mystical forrest????????
And it was no dream...??

Copyright © Jorge Tuazon | Year Posted 2015



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My Sanctuary

I'm on my way to my sanctuary.
Where I'll stay up until the morning.
Last night you said that my uglys showing.
At the least that's how I feel.

There was a time that I do remember.
Tossed aside to cry into the ember.
Something woke me up into a slumber.
This unreality is just too real.

There's no hunger in starvation.
Loving in relations.
World-wide suicide.
Blessed into damnation.
Everybody's hoping for a world full of peace.
All knowing every corner's lurking with disease.

This is my sanctuary.
This is my sanctum of peace.
This is my sanctuary.
This is mine!

I'm too afraid of what lies through the prairie.
What I've slayed are the ghosts I carry.
Woven in torment and governed in cement can all seem scary.
I wonder what death will reveal.

Like all the sex from exploitations.
Color coded nations.
Who's cried homicide.
School needs meditation.
So everyone is hoping for a world full of peace.
All knowing every corner's lurking with disease.

This is my sanctuary.
This is my sanctum of peace.
This is my sanctuary.
This is mine!


Copyright © Jorge Tuazon | Year Posted 2015

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Roots - The Object of Scorn

The grass is trying to squeeze back through cement cracks. 
Dying to breath. 
Though we're dying for it. 

Black sheets on top of dirt comforters. 
Soiling the soil. 
Beneath water boils. 
We need the weeds oxygin. 
But slay said weeds like sin.

A little river of green flows through a darkened hardened lake. 
Walking a fake land made by mans hand. 
One by one a tree on every block. 
Standing with its dead brothers and sisters. 
Watching them chained together like slaves under us. 

Nature is fighting back. 
From underground it plots in its mixing pot with everyone and everythings reconnecting soul. Understanding now of what we are taking for granted. 
The trees know. 
The bushes know. 
The flowers, fruits and vegitables...
They all know. 

The grass, or pawns as I may, resuface on our lawns during the time of Spring to remind us of mother natures message. 
But when it reaches a peak, we rain gasoline fueld machines apon the weak and defenseless. 
The letter is hidden. 
Buried underground. 
We've become too illiterate to open the the book our fathers have carved from small portions of the trees. 

Unbalanced is the radiance of Earths beauty. 
It is our duty to not forget our roots. 
Where we come from and continue to be birthed from. 
Our mother Earth. 
Our home.

Copyright © Jorge Tuazon | Year Posted 2015

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In The Midnight Moonlight

Hey there midnight.
How was your day?
And how goes the night?

Lay there and sleep tight.
We're just as afraid
as we all are alright.

So light me up a fire
while we sing along the wires
with a choir who desires
to deserve some peace and quiet...

Tonight is midnight.
Where the sun fades away
in the shade of moonlight.

So goodnight and dream bright.
Like the clouds glow with jade
in the midnight moonlight.

Copyright © Jorge Tuazon | Year Posted 2015

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Summer Days

Summer days.
When mom and dad would stay together..
And you'd run and play...
'Till the rain comes down and friendship severs.

Then nostalgia kicks in.
Your out on a limb.
You thought this would last forever.
These summer days.....yeah.

I remember the time 
as a picture perfect family.
Now it's covered in grime 
buried underneath the Christmas tree.

Oh I miss you. I miss you.
I only want to kiss you.
Now I bless you. I bless you.
I'm only thinking of you about these summer days.....yeah.

Copyright © Jorge Tuazon | Year Posted 2015



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The Depths of Death

Deep beneath the forrest theirs a force so dangerous.
No man is brave enough.
We all just laugh it off.

"Save me from the darkness!"
Our hearts are crying out to us.
Leave us be the ones to run.
From fighting fear to finding love.

No hope.
No glory.
Burn for peace.
End of story.

Death inside the silence.
The rise of the alliance.
No one is making sense.
It's time I recommence.

No hope.
No glory.
Burn for peace.
End of story.

Copyright © Jorge Tuazon | Year Posted 2015

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Appreciation of Laughter

Laughter.

  Laughter is a gift through all who perceive in it's presence. ????????
Laughter is both contagious and healing. ????????
One of natures highs you must appreciate simply because they're some of the best times you'll ever have. ?????
Laughing with friends and loved ones or even strangers. For laughter can even appear like someone you've just met. But you are so welcome to it as if you've known them your whole life. ??????
Laughter is good for your soul. ??
As long as it's all in good fun. ????(finger guns)

(Idk ??Random on the spot "poetry" posting.??)overchilling/overthinking.

Copyright © Jorge Tuazon | Year Posted 2020