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"So familiar and overwhelmingly warm,
This one, this form I hold now,
Embracing you, this reality here,
This one, this form I hold now, so,
Wide eyed and hopeful,
Wide eyed and hopefully wild,
We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now,
Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in...
This body makes me feel eternal,
All this pain is an illusion.."

~ Maynard James Keenan
Artist~TOOL
Song~ parabola
If love's really blind,
     I hope the cupid won't miss.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
The italics of my poetry
Leans only to your soul.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
Rot
I don't hate the planet,
I despise the people that inhabit it,
Cuz I'm looking through their eyes and all that matters is how much cash you spend,
Or how much you make,
But it don't matter how much I hate the twisted ways of all this waste that's in this place,
Cuz either way, this life ain't how I imagined it,

I pray for disasters,
I hope that it shatters,
I'll watch your world crack while you drown in my laughter,
Cuz all this won't matter when it turns a new chapter,

You'll watch me on my mountain top watching all you cowards fall,
And I'll sound the song and pound the drums at God before I curse him for letting this go on this long,

Flip the world off while I watch the ground just drop from under yall,

Take my place as king at the side of the devil cuz he sung his song,

You can call me the son of God,

Dear world,
I hope you ****** rot-
I've
Cracked
at
the
seams
I
Can't
find
out
what
these
dreams
mean
I
don't
understand
why
my
mind
keeps
becoming
so
underhanded
Playing
tri­cks
on
my
consciousness
Can't
for
once
it
just
go
away.
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