JJWilson - Hello Poetry

It is this world. This human world. A constant imperfection at best. All the while seemingly at a junction of sorts. As if it was ever a secret. A junction where media is law and where law is brittle. The regime? Imperfection at its worst. It’s a mixture of horrific thoughts and surreal actions by people at the top. But you also know that already. People who have no inkling of wisdom in their eyes. Who certainly have no compassion behind them. It is not the first time it has happened. The last century tells you all you need to know. And so do all the centuries of humanity prior. In these times we are in nothing short of a fiction. In the worst of ways. A new war of division is upon us with bigotry at the frontier. Yet any soul would be a scrooge to offer nothing more than the negatives. I do truly believe one good thing…that if you read between the lines…you may find that this present world holds the best of ways too. One old way comes to mind. For all the division and bigotry, there is an immense union to thwart it. Those that hold sharper and broader minds. Minds that know that the good fight does not mean the absence of kindness and understanding. Just think of all the stories of old and the ones yet to be written. The ones of doom and gloom. Of dread and evil. Where there seems of no escape. Where there is a lack of air to breathe and where any sort of peace is simply one for the dreamers. Any sort of scraps are there for the capitalist schemers. But this regime has cracks. Like most of them do. Where something simmers ever so subtly every so often. They are hidden deep in their crevices. Just waiting and waiting….for those walls keep shaking until they are ready to spring to life. For something ancient and undaunted has entered the fray. And its name? Companionship I believe. For companions in times like these are an array of gold in the murkiest of waters. And what of a golden sunshine? One that caresses the arrows of fools. Rattling the being of the many bowmen to blindness? Arguably you are then the luckiest of all. For that is for the right companion. The sole comrade. So to my point. At long last. You must keep your companions close in these times. For at least you face these times alongside a friendly spirit. And better yet….suffer together. For that, those comrades are worth every penny. That is the real gold in the end. Like it always was and will be.

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Aug 31, 2025

Aug 31, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC

Shoulder to shoulder

It is this world. This human world. A constant imperfection at best. All the while seemingly at a junction of sorts. As if it was ever a secret. A junction where media is law and where law is brittle. The regime? Imperfection at its worst. It’s a mixture of horrific thoughts and surreal actions by people at the top. But you also know that already. People who have no inkling of wisdom in their eyes. Who certainly have no compassion behind them. It is not the first time it has happened. The last century tells you all you need to know. And so do all the centuries of humanity prior. In these times we are in nothing short of a fiction. In the worst of ways. A new war of division is upon us with bigotry at the frontier. Yet any soul would be a scrooge to offer nothing more than the negatives. I do truly believe one good thing…that if you read between the lines…you may find that this present world holds the best of ways too. One old way comes to mind. For all the division and bigotry, there is an immense union to thwart it. Those that hold sharper and broader minds. Minds that know that the good fight does not mean the absence of kindness and understanding. Just think of all the stories of old and the ones yet to be written. The ones of doom and gloom. Of dread and evil. Where there seems of no escape. Where there is a lack of air to breathe and where any sort of peace is simply one for the dreamers. Any sort of scraps are there for the capitalist schemers. But this regime has cracks. Like most of them do. Where something simmers ever so subtly every so often. They are hidden deep in their crevices. Just waiting and waiting….for those walls keep shaking until they are ready to spring to life. For something ancient and undaunted has entered the fray. And its name? Companionship I believe. For companions in times like these are an array of gold in the murkiest of waters. And what of a golden sunshine? One that caresses the arrows of fools. Rattling the being of the many bowmen to blindness? Arguably you are then the luckiest of all. For that is for the right companion. The sole comrade. So to my point. At long last. You must keep your companions close in these times. For at least you face these times alongside a friendly spirit. And better yet….suffer together. For that, those comrades are worth every penny. That is the real gold in the end. Like it always was and will be.

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It is common knowledge that a dictators power does not lay in might or grit but in making fools of usual people. Taking not an age but a moment for the simple to become marvels and the wise to become history. If only they could see this tyrant being coated by their smirks as division conquers their own. If only they could only see the frauds final smirk merrily given as they descend to the grave. But I guess that realisation will not matter. In that lies the problem. For the usual fool, it is always too late.

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Mar 2, 2025

Mar 2, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC

The Trickster

It is common knowledge that a dictators power does not lay in might or grit but in making fools of usual people. Taking not an age but a moment for the simple to become marvels and the wise to become history. If only they could see this tyrant being coated by their smirks as division conquers their own. If only they could only see the frauds final smirk merrily given as they descend to the grave. But I guess that realisation will not matter. In that lies the problem. For the usual fool, it is always too late.

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Behind the door of freedom We eat from the sweet trees Stroll through sandy shores We will live a sunshine that dives into the serene.

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Feb 2, 2025

Feb 2, 2025 at 2:59 PM UTC

Dreamers

Behind the door of freedom We eat from the sweet trees Stroll through sandy shores We will live a sunshine that dives into the serene.

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You do not have to move a mountain when you can move souls.

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Feb 1, 2025

Feb 1, 2025 at 5:21 PM UTC

Inspire

You do not have to move a mountain when you can move souls.

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Life will no doubt call you and I thieves in the end. Love, cause and sunshine will be the gold in our wandering iron grip. Let it be worth all of the thousands of bitter arrows over time that pierce our beings.

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Jan 28, 2025

Jan 28, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC

Good Gold

Life will no doubt call you and I thieves in the end. Love, cause and sunshine will be the gold in our wandering iron grip. Let it be worth all of the thousands of bitter arrows over time that pierce our beings.

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The heart of the rally can be written in the eye of the storm.

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Jan 25, 2025

Jan 25, 2025 at 12:52 AM UTC

Body

The heart of the rally can be written in the eye of the storm.

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Chase my soul until the closing of the Sun But choose hers And so begins the hunters turn to run.

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Jan 22, 2025

Jan 22, 2025 at 11:14 PM UTC

Roses

Chase my soul until the closing of the Sun But choose hers And so begins the hunters turn to run.

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It came first. Indigenous and free. For let grief lay claim to leaves legions, armies of vessels and the barrels of blood. Go forth and look to the silent tree, lonely ocean and feel deep to the bone. It is where it lives. Open the great stellar halls of your heart again and again and again. Promise me your dawn stays glorious. The outcome unwavering. Promise me your grief stands as a prince so your love sits on the throne.

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Jan 21, 2025

Jan 21, 2025 at 8:45 PM UTC

The Starry Halls

It came first. Indigenous and free. For let grief lay claim to leaves legions, armies of vessels and the barrels of blood. Go forth and look to the silent tree, lonely ocean and feel deep to the bone. It is where it lives. Open the great stellar halls of your heart again and again and again. Promise me your dawn stays glorious. The outcome unwavering. Promise me your grief stands as a prince so your love sits on the throne.

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Time splits the blade to sharpen the saw

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Jan 19, 2025

Jan 19, 2025 at 11:20 PM UTC

Loss

Time splits the blade to sharpen the saw

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For we all fall down So there has always been the broken Solace in the warmth of a hug though no words spoken For we all fall down So there has always been the breaking With no antidote closer than a hand for the taking

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Jan 18, 2025

Jan 18, 2025 at 3:04 PM UTC

A toast

For we all fall down So there has always been the broken Solace in the warmth of a hug though no words spoken For we all fall down So there has always been the breaking With no antidote closer than a hand for the taking

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