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Apr 2016 · 415
Fragile
J B Moore Apr 2016
Save a man from self-destruction
Fill him with ideals that never matter
Prevent him from thinking freely
And then watch his morals shatter.
4/22/16
Apr 2016 · 366
What has become of you?
J B Moore Apr 2016
It has been so long since we last met
That whenever we finally do

My greatest fear is having to ask
What has become of you?

4/22/16
Apr 2016 · 3.9k
A Beautiful Gem
J B Moore Apr 2016
Don't ever let any one tell you that you're not beautiful.

You are a most precious gem, 
         beautiful in nature, unique in design.
                 One of which all men are hoping to find
A gem that should be strung on a necklace
                       and kept close to the heart, 
Yet necklaces are often only seen in part.

Perhaps you should be on the band of a ring 
                             on a hand like a string, 
    reminding everyone of your glorious beauty,
Yes for all the world to see the treasure that you be. 

But hands are often, time and again 
                       bound to get ***** now and then. 
No, not on necklace nor a ring can 
                        all your beauty be on display. 
If there was something I could do,
                         if I could just find a way.

Perhaps on the ear you can hang, 
          where no dirt will be
   But lo, there is hair and hair blocks
              the beauty the world needs to see. 

Where can I put a gem like you?
         Necklace, ring, and earring all won't do
   So where can I display a beauty like you?

At last only one place remains, 
            (Though your beauty I could never contain)
    In a case, behind glass, on a stand made of brass, 
        where dirt nor hair get in the way
        where your beauty can be put on display. 

Then the world may know what treasure have I,
to hold such a gem as yourself makes me one blessed guy.

2/11/12
Mar 2016 · 608
Sleeping At Last
J B Moore Mar 2016
Dear True Love,

It seems like forever since I've heard you speak
For so long the current of life has kept you out of reach
So before I finally close my eyes to sleep
I thought I'd share a secret that no one should ever keep

Death is a promise and life's a gift
Upon each one is placed such Emphasis
Like a current pulling us further from the shore
We simply long for the way things were before

Now here you are, you are next to me,
Our pain reflects our broken memory.
Since we can fix it all with scissors and glue,
Let us rearrange the old and call it brand new.

Life is a broken and beautiful gift
And each day is either a Hit or Miss
But they Say the truest of forms will show
The truth in your soul you're just dying to know.

Every sunrise and sunset marks a Turning Page
Sand passing in an Hourglass as we slowly age.
We were given a little time, all I want is a little more;
A chance to redefine, and see what I've been waiting for.

Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss
Once more, there's placed such emphasis,
If you listen just right you can hear my Ghost crying, 
I'm still trying to decide if I'm living or if I'm dying.

Oh, My One True Love, 

Like Clockwork we must all come to an end;
I'm so glad I got to call you my best friend.
Nothing made me stronger than your fragile heart
But lo, the time is coming when we must finally part.

I am helpless, like a moth to the flame
The darkness is consuming, but I can feel no pain,
The last grain of sand passes through my hourglass,
And then I'm sleeping, Sleeping At Last

3/31/16
Inspired by the many songs of the artist Sleeping At Last
Mar 2016 · 692
If I Nearly Died
J B Moore Mar 2016
If I were to get hurt
If I nearly died
Would you stop what you're doing
Just to be by my side?

Or would you live like I didn't exist
As if you didn't even know
Carrying on with your life
Not a feeling for me to show?

Would you not shed a tear
Nor let me hold you near
And instead walk away
Like it were any other day?

If I were to get sick,
If I nearly died
Would you not find yourself 
Right there by my side?

If anything at all
But to tell me at least,
That you liked me as tall,
That I was one handsome beast?

If I nearly died 
and just layed there in bed
Would you stay by my side
With sweet words to be said?

Would you give me your hand
That I'd have something to hold
Would you show me your smile
So I wouldn't feel so cold?

Even if I were to eventually get better 
And after, we still went our own ways 
At least I could live life knowing 
That you came to me in those days

For if you were to get sick 
If you nearly died
I would make sure to find out
And then rush to your side.

I would give you my hand
So that you'd have something to hold
I'd wrap my arms around you
So that you wouldn't be cold.

For if you really nearly did die
I'd thank God that you were still alive
And oh so many tears I would cry
From joy in knowing that you'd survive.

I hope this never happens to you
Though perhaps maybe to me
Because that might be the only way
That your beautiful smile I'll get to see.

If I were to get hurt,
If I was about to die,
Would you tell me you love me?
Or would that just be a lie...

11/6/13
Mar 2016 · 1.4k
Never Lost
J B Moore Mar 2016
Courage, why have you left me
Strength where have you gone
Faith, you fled into the world,
And left me wandering on.

Prayers you seem to be no more,
Hope, as well, has disappeared 
To the dark have I lost them both
Just like I had once feared.

I'm afraid I've finally been left alone
Shall anyone notice my cries out here?
But what's more there's a voice so soft,
I stop and wipe from my eyes my tears.

Someone, they're calling something out
It's too faint to hear as I'm too far away
Yet they must be getting closer 
For I can start to make out what they say

"Be strong, hold fast, take courage,
A command has He not given you?
For He will not leave, nor forsake;
Every tear that falls will He not come to?"

I stood up from where I was,
For I was no longer Alone.
By the voice of one like no other
Was a light to me shone.

I felt the cold leaving my body
Taking in warmth of the light I heard,
Strength came and filled my bones
At the sound of the Great Shepherd's word.

"Take heart and be strong, little lamb,
Here's something to ne'er forget
Many have been given to me by the Father
And of those many given, all shall be kept.

"This is a promise you have heard before
By it shall Faith and Hope return to you
Who will work together to bring back Prayer
And all this has come when there was naught you could do.

"Then given time Prayer will strengthen Faith
And they will work together along with God's grace
When all have become strong shall Courage come back
And all will have happened in their preordained place."

At the sound of His voice I fell down and worshiped
Just like he said came Hope, Faith, and Prayer,
When I finally looked up I could no longer see him
But, his promise remembered, I knew He was there.

And after some time along with much grace
I found that Courage was put back in his place
For as long as Faith would look toward the Cross
I knew, from God's Word, I would never be lost.

12/6/12
Feb 2016 · 1.0k
The Conundrum
J B Moore Feb 2016
Am I crazy or is it true,
Does the world reject the new?
       And can a beautiful lie
             Begin to rectify
   The deception of the truth?
Feb 2016 · 442
A Prayer
J B Moore Feb 2016
Thank you Lord, For darkness and light,
Thank you Lord, For giving me sight.

The sight to see, Your mercy and love,
And giving to me, a gift from above.

The gift was your Son sent to live perfectly
The only one, to pay the price for me.

The price it was death, hung from a tree
Taking God's wrath for sinners like me

Three days later you showed your satisfaction
By conquering death through His resurrection.

Thank you my God for letting me hear
Your word being taught for all of these years

Help me remember to never forget
Renew the ember, a fire once lit.

Keep me burning for you and help me to find
That living for you is worth all of my time.

To end not my will, but Your's here as in heaven, 
Because of your son, I am forgiven.

Amen

June, 2011
Something I wrote before I really got into poetry
Feb 2016 · 667
The Same Old Place
J B Moore Feb 2016
When we've gone astray on distant shores,
          Our loved ones lost, our hearts ignored,
                 When our fears put us to chase. 
              Sometimes we want nothing more
               Than to visit that same old place.

2/15/16
Jan 2016 · 1.2k
Dreams of Eloquence
J B Moore Jan 2016
I can write wonderful words of eloquence
Describing in detailed elegance 
the pictures in my mind.

But when it comes to speaking aloud,
Especially in front of the smallest crowd
There are no words to find.

That's why I pick up my pen to write,
To let all of my dreams take flight 
And go explore the worlds.

Then perhaps while they explore 
They'll listen to my heart as it implores,
"Find me that perfect girl."

Off soar my dreams with the stroke of the pen
To search for the girl that my heart seeks within
To find only a broken blue heart.

So they search for and gather some of the pieces,
For the ones they can't find, their sorrow increases
Their eloquence falling apart.

With what small courage I had, my heart tries to speak
But it fumbles and falls, and feels like a freak
Our weakness fully revealed

Yet touching my heart, she helps it to stand
My own broken pieces enclosed in her hand
And nothing left to conceal.

The rest, you could say, will be history
But 'til then it will stay a mystery
I can't wait to be told

For now my dreams are straining more,
While I just sit here waiting for
My story to unfold.

1/30/16 12:01am
Jan 2016 · 393
A Friend
J B Moore Jan 2016
I looked for a friend
Who'd know me and trust me,
I looked for a friend
Who always would love me.

One who would see
The worst and the best
And still would love me
When I was a pest.

I looked for a friend
I never thought I'd find,
One who would be there
No matter the time.

One who would care
To know me, to trust me.
With whom I'd share
My worries, my fears.

I often would pray
For one just like this
Who, when away,
I would quite miss.

I searched night and day
And still couldn't find
One who is fair
And loving and kind.

Now, Praise the Lord!
For that day has come,
I found a friend,
With whom I have fun.

How blind could I be
To be looking around,
When in front of me
Is where she was found.

One who knows
My quirks and my riddles,
And sets me aglow
By her laughs and her giggles.

One to whom I
Will always listen,
When sharing her troubles
With tear drops that glisten.

This is my friend
Who shows me she loves me,
By being my friend
Who knows me and trusts me.

This is my friend
Who always will care,
Which just goes to show you
how God answers prayer.
Something I wrote sometime around June 2011, one might take it as the ultimate friend zoned poem, but this was the only way I knew how to say 'I love you' without really saying it. Unfortunately, always doesn't always last as long as we'd like it to, but such is the way the world turns, sometimes we just have to turn with it.
Jan 2016 · 529
In love again
J B Moore Jan 2016
To my once dearest friend,
I simply wish to make amends,
I know that you've moved on
It's my turn to go.

But what's it like to realize
That what we felt was only lies 
And not for real?
Did it catch you by surprise,
And did he open up your eyes
To how you feel?
Oh, I just want to know, my friend;
What's it like to fall in love again?

I often wished to write, but then,
I feared upsetting you again.
 I really should move on,
But I need to know.

Will I look into her eyes 
Only to think of all the times 
I looked at you?
Will not everything she does 
 Simply remind me of the love 
That I first knew?
Oh I just want to know, my friend;
What's it like to fall in love again?

I can't help thinking of
The day I get to fall in love 
And show how far I've come,
That I've let go.

But what's it like to realize 
That your first love was all a lie
And not for real?
When she looks me in the eye
Will it catch me by surprise 
just how I feel?
Oh, I just want to know my friend;
What's it like to fall in love again?

 I'm not sure how I'll feel.
How will I know if it is real,
Or if it's better that I run;
I need to know.

Will she catch me off my guard
And will I feel within my heart
A love that's strong?
Or will I know upon first sight
When I'm with her I am right 
Where I belong?
Oh, I just want to know, my friend;

Will she help me off the ground
And will I at last be found
As I take her hand?
It hurt like nothing else before
When you knocked me to the floor,
I couldn't stand.
Though I know you said we can't be friends;
Tell me, what's it like to fall in love again?

9/10/14
Lyrics to a song I tried writing, but I could never quite get a good melody, and the one I do have I can't seem to find on the piano. Still the words are exactly how I felt and still do from time to time; it doesn't come from a place of total sorrow, though there's certainly some pain. It really come from pure curiosity, sometime I just can't help but wonder, what's it like to fall in love again?
Jan 2016 · 315
Before It Comes
J B Moore Jan 2016
There are always warning signs,
If you could only see one.
If you do see it in time
Don’t ignore it, just run.
Forgetting what lies behind
You might just get out before it comes.
Jan 2016 · 738
Never Let Go
J B Moore Jan 2016
When you find a love worth more than gold,
That special girl, to have and to hold.
With all of your heart, love her so.
Awlays hold her tight, never let go.
Jan 2016 · 840
The Blessing of Tomorrow
J B Moore Jan 2016
After all those sunny days, this one seemed so dark,
With tear drops falling as you were falling apart.

Depression nipping at your heels, sewing seeds of doubt.
Those memories calling as you were calling out. 

"Help me, please help me!" But you were all alone.
Then a memory appeared and back in time you were thrown.

It's not about the memories, it's not about the dreams;
It's realizing that everything was never as it seemed.

You take a trip down memory lane
To a time where you didn't know any pain.

You were young and full of joy and laughter
Dreaming of stories ending happily ever after,

Where you were the good guy, even an ace,
Putting the villains into their place.

But it's not about the glory, it's not about the fame;
It's realizing that everyone may never know your name.

You're back from the trip, the memory's gone
Back in the place you guess you belong.

The pain's still overwhelming, and sorrow too intense,
You're trying to find a reason, but nothing's making sense.

Then you begin to remember something you were once told
A lesson from your father and the stories from of old.

See it's not about the pain, it's not about the sorrow;
It's realizing the gift of life and the blessing of tomorrow.

11/19/14
Jan 2016 · 560
Here's to the New Year
J B Moore Jan 2016
Here's to the New Year
For one filled with hope
Where we conquer the fear
With which we couldn't before cope.

To a year full of promises we mean to keep
To finally getting a good nights sleep.

Here's to a new dawn
One filled with a brighter sun
A day to face with out a yawn
And filled with joy and fun.

To a day for us to be reborn
After being battered and forlorn.

Here's to the new life
And the promises to change
To persevering through last year's strife
And outrunning terror's range.

To all the things that caused us pain
That they might at last bring forth gain.

Here's to the New Year
Filled with great unknowns
To have many days of cheer
And a light to us shown.

Here's to the hope of a better tomorrow
One filled with hope instead of last years sorrows.

Here's to the future me
To never forget the past
That I might always see
How God has built me to last.

Here's to a New Year filled with laughter
And to living life happily ever after.

1/3/14
Something I wrote a few years ago
Dec 2015 · 409
Untitled
J B Moore Dec 2015
I may not know what words to speak
When meeting new people, I'm a little weak
But I'll still watch closely and listen well
To capture the story they're all dying to tell
Had to write this down before it was lost in the maze of chaotic thoughts. Perhaps it will find its way into something with a title... or perhaps it will always be nameless
Dec 2015 · 904
Running to Find Me
J B Moore Dec 2015
Fear.

Has picked up my trail
Is looking to find me.

Fear.*

He's right on my tail
He's coming to bind me.

I run through the night
I'm looking behind me.
With no one in sight
I'm running to find me.

Where would I go?
How would I get there?
Will I ever come back?
Would anyone care?

I'm outrunning fear
Running to find me
Who will come near
And help me come find me.

Out of nowhere it strikes me
I fall to the ground
Out of nowhere it fights me 
From pain do I drown

Away from the pain
I go and I swim
But what will I gain 
If I actually win.

I'm running away 
But there's something I lack
I know I can't stay
But do I have to go back?

8/3/13
Dec 2015 · 418
A Choice
J B Moore Dec 2015
You found me without searching,
 Said you loved me with all your heart

Then ran and did desert me
Once you helped me fall apart

I'll never see your face again 
I'll never hear your voice.

For you thought it best we not be freinds
Claimed we didn't have a choice.

But the choice was there, the choice you made,
Leaving me in the pouring rain.

I sit facing my future alone and afraid;
Afraid that I'll never escape this pain.

I only ever, at all times, always
Wanted forever to make you smile.

If only ever at this time in all ways
To do what hasn't been done in a while.

That would be, being for once, happy
Which is hard for me, being without you.

But it seems you're doing fine without me
If the very thing I hear is true.

So much for no choice in the matter,
When you left me and chose another.

For even though you love the latter,
I can't choose right now to love any other.

4/8/14
Dec 2015 · 640
Overcome the Outcome
J B Moore Dec 2015
It's that time of year
So I guess I should confess,
Twelve months ago my greatest fear
Put me under great duress.

I started living my worst nightmare
In every single way
And learned to cope instead of hope
In waking up someday.

Still I've overcome the outcome 
Of being too depressed
By holding on to being wrong,
It wasn't love I guess.

But it's that time of year again
To curse my memories and dreams,
For a year ago I lost my friend
Who has yet to be seen.

I couldn't live without her,
But I haven't died yet,
I've come so far; as to what we are,
well, it's best if I just forget.

For I've overcome the outcome
Of being friends at best,
By holding on to being wrong,
 We were doomed to end, I guess.

So happy anniversary
For the worst day of my world
A time of great adversity
When I lost that perfect girl.

I thought my life was over
I thought that hope was gone
It blew my mind, I couldn't find
A reason to move on.

Still I've overcome the outcome 
Of losing too much rest
By holding on to being wrong,
Well, at least I try my best.

10/10/14
Dec 2015 · 262
Definition Defined
J B Moore Dec 2015
I am not now, nor will I ever be
Defined by misconceptions others have of me.
But rather by my actions to those that bring no gain,
How much more so to those that caused me pain.

I am not now, nor have I ever been
Defined simply by the number of those I call my friends.
For an excess of friends can be like fame, vain and quickly fleeting
Rather I have found only a few close friends is what I'm needing.

My convictions are no restriction, at least not that I have found.
For the best way to learn is debating with one who disagrees.
It may take some time, but the truth does truly set free.

Definition like inhibitions, only weigh us down,
Clouding our careless conceptions, not allowing us to see:
We are what we do, attempting all we can surely be.

12/15/15
Dec 2015 · 1.3k
Rhythm of the Rain
J B Moore Dec 2015
Poetry is perfected in pain,
Music through the madness of life.
So let your worries fall like rain
With a melody like a knife.
Take your sorrows and your fears
Play them out like a song
Drown them with your tears;
Until the whole world sings along.

For poetry is unlike the sorrow;
Music, much unlike the pain.
Each describe the madness of the morrow
Where melodies and tired eyes are sleepily lain
And eloquent dreams of memories borrow
The magical, maddening rhythm of the rain.

12/9/15
Dec 2015 · 1.3k
The Raven
J B Moore Dec 2015
Read the pages of ancient lore,
Where a creature lives in days of yore.
With violet, black, and silent wings
In the dark, a wretched thing.

Over bloodstained fields of dead men's flesh, 
Bringing forth the sting of death,
Silently soaring, with talons sharp
Quickly tearing the weak apart.

Who can stop it, strong and wise,
Seeing everything, with it's watchful eyes.
Never sastified, wanting more,
It's greed rotting it to the core.

Among the shadows it spends it's time
Plotting carefully within his mind
For the next time you come around,
 You'll try to scream, but won't make a sound.

He'll take what you have, to the very last straw,
Quickly and quietly as you watch in awe.
In the depths of your soul he deeply stares
You should be thankful if your life he spares 

He sees himself as full of power
Not knowing there will come an hour
At the time when no one else can hear
And the shadows he himself should fear.

For long ago, in days of yore, 
Within the pages of ancient lore
The dark became his haven, 
And he called himself The Raven

4/15/14
Dec 2015 · 355
If Only
J B Moore Dec 2015
I can't take this any more
I'm so battered and so worn
I've lost my way and my mind
I'm just so awfully torn.

I need my friend back,
I need my home, 
I'm so sick and tired
 of feeling all alone. 

I can't get my mind off her 
I can't ever let her go,
If only I could tell her,
 If only she could know. 

But would that even make a difference,
would it really bring the change? 
Or am I just losing my mind 
becoming totally deranged?

 I told her I loved her, 
I swore it was true
 but she doesn't feel the same, 
If I could only get a clue.

 But I can't move on, 
I can't ever let her go. 
If only I could tell her, 
If only she could know. 

I just need to find a friend, 
I need someone to hold. 
Someone who can keep me warm 
While the world outside is cold. 

I'm not sure where I'm going, 
I barely know where I've been. 
Still I just want to go back 
If only to feel alive again.

I want to find a new friend
But I'll have to let her go
If only I could tell her
If only she could know

But I can't move on
I can't ever let her go
If only I could tell her 
If only she could know.

7/27/14
Something written, what feels like ages ago
Dec 2015 · 386
The Poet and His Pen
J B Moore Dec 2015
"Why do I write?" asked The Poet to his pen,
"For justice? For peace? For the chance to get some sleep?
Did I think I'd be heard if I just wrote down my words?
Was it my belief that I did it for the fame or the glory
Or to just get some relief from the misery in my life's story?
"Why do I write?" asked The Poet once again.

"That is the question," said the pen in reply.
"After everything's done we must ask why.
That is the question to last through the ages
The question to fill all the books and their pages,
Written by the teachers and their sages
All seeking to answer the question why.

"Why do we do what we do when we do it,
If to wake up down the road and conclude that we blew it?"

4/22/15
Dec 2015 · 1.3k
Ashes & Embers
J B Moore Dec 2015
Ashes falling, embers burn,
Sirens calling, "Lessons learned!"

"Help is on the way," they say,
But help won't make it here today.
You try to run but can't get away,
Death will come and fear will stay.

Ashes falling, embers burn,
Death is calling, "Lessons learned!"

Crimson streets, the bodies line,
Those still living are losing time.
Death is searching and will always find.
Fear will take hold and rot your mind.

Dreams are falling, memories return,
Regret is calling, "Lessons learned!"

"Play not with fire," you were always told,
"Lest you be burned before you grow old."
But you loved to stare at the colors bold,
Enjoying the heat, despising the cold.

Ashes falling, embers burn,
Fire is calling, "Lessons learned!"

You loved setting fires and watching them burn,
The only thing for which your heart ever yearned,
 But a flash and a bang say you'll never return;
Life is fading, lessons learned.


8/26/14
Dec 2015 · 534
My Birthright
J B Moore Dec 2015
It seems like time
Will forever last
In this near perfect world,
Where I have no past.

I never hunger,
I never thirst,
I never wonder
What comes first.

I am not standing
Nor do I sit.
Maybe I'm floating, 
Yes, perhaps that's it.

It seems like time
Will forever last 
In this near perfect world
I've naught more to ask

It's warm here,
And my room is small
Every time I stretch 
I bump into the wall

There's a soft glow 
There's a warm light
I hear a small drum beat
Saying everything's all right.

The room it shrinks
Either that or I grow,
Time starts to reveal
What I don't know.

It seems like time
Will not forever last
In this near perfect world
The end is coming fast

Suddenly there is a change
And I'm feeling very strange
I think there's a type of claw
I can only stare in awe.

It grabs my arm, I feel the pain
My bones sound a crack like a horses reign

I cry out in silence, Can anyone hear?
Slowly I slip away into the abyss of fear.

I can't bear it as the pain carries on
Why in the world is this allowed by my mom?

What did I do? Why doesn't she fight?
I guess it's too late to know
Why ****** has become my birthright.

1/4/13 12:21 am
Life is a beautiful thing, to destroy one before it even begins... I can't think of something more appalling than that.
Dec 2015 · 3.2k
Beauty of the Seasons
J B Moore Dec 2015
Oh the beauty of the seasons,
Each one with it's own specific reasons.
Winter springing as Summer is falling,
Look at the sounds of Memory, calling.

Feel the warmth as a summer breeze blows;
Washing us over, from our head to our toes.
Remember the laughter spent in summer days bright
As children dance with glee into the summer night.
As August comes to an end you should know,
Summer is the season in which life and friendships grow.

Oh the beauty of the seasons,
Each one with it's own specific reasons.
Winter springing as Summer is falling
Look at the sounds of Memory, calling.

Autumn is here now and summer is over
Kids return to school another year older.
This is the season where change happens most
The beauty in the changes, her greatest boast.
We gather around while the world outside is dying
Giving thanks for each other, while others are crying.

Oh the beauty of the seasons,
Each one with it's own specific reasons.
Winter springing as Summer is falling
Look at the sounds of Memory, calling.

Old man Winter arrives with a storm
Beating us down, making us worn.
But then the storm is over and snow covers the ground.
Frozen crystals hang from the trees, beauty all around.
Winter has washed the dead of the land snow white.
A reminder of the power of the perfect work of Christ.

Oh the beauty of the seasons,
Each one with it's own specific reasons;
Winter springing as Summer is falling
Look at the sounds of Memory, calling.

As old man Winter blows away,
Spring brings life with each new day.
A gentle breeze blows in the honey bees
That love the very trees that make you sneeze.
Rain drops splatter with every April shower,
Working with the Sun to give life to every flower. 

Oh the beauty of the seasons,
Each one with it's own specific reasons;
Winter springing as Summer is falling
Look at the sounds of Memory, calling.

Winter covers Autumn's death with beautiful snow white
And Spring brings the rain to give us life.
As life lives through the summer we continue to grow,
And Autumn reminds us of things we don't want to know:
There is a beauty to change and even in death,
So long as you live for Him who gives rest.

Oh the beauty of the seasons,
Each one with it's own specific reasons;
Winter springing as Summer is falling
Look at the sounds of Memory, calling.

7/25/14
Nov 2015 · 1.4k
Thought for Food
J B Moore Nov 2015
Is it indubitably unsuitable
to be suitably incommunicable
on the undeducible deduction
dubitably deduced
to be immovably unmovable
or doably undoable?

Or can a crazy conundrum communicate
the incommunicable indubitabilty
of the undeducibly suitable deduction?

Simply said,
such is doably suitable,
or indubitably deducible
if the doably communicable deduction

deduces down
to the suitably suitable,
Movably reducible reduction
that's indubitably doable.
Nov 2015 · 763
The Music Box
J B Moore Nov 2015
A broken heart and shattered dreams
Left this man wandering,

Trudging through the ice, left out in the cold,
Having just lost the only one he loved to hold.

Tears fell from his face like pouring rain
But he knew he was the one to blame.

He held on to the one thing he still had
An old music box he opened when sad.

In it were peices of his heart and shattered dreams,
Mixed with broken memories of beautiful things.

In the midst of a storm, while his fire still burned,
He kept the box close and would to it often return.

Opening it up when he'd begin to forget
He'd use the old dreams to keep the fire lit.

He looked at a picture from the very beginning,
In which they were both from ear to ear grinning.

With an oversized shirt and his arm around her shoulder,
Compared to then, he felt so much older.

Pictures like these reminded him of being home
At a time when he never had to think of being alone.

With so many to look at, his fire would burn a while,
The smoke made him cry, though his face showed a smile.

With no pictures left he moved on to the songs,
When everything was right before it went wrong.

Their first dance seemed to last a thousand years,
What he would have given for a hundred more with her near.

By the everglow from the candlelight,
He couldn't help but think he must've done something right.

He always thought that this was the best thing,
Until that night he found himself awakening.

On the brink of disaster, falling asleep at the wheel
Having paid too much mind on how she made him feel.

When a twist in his story came out of nowhere
And he was forced to live out his own worst nightmare.

And overnight he was expected to suddenly move on
For it took just one fight before she was gone. 

He did his best to find peace,
But he could only do so in his sleep.

'Don't wake me,' he thought, 'From my favorite dream,
It seems I'm forever and always awakening.'

'Suppose I reached out, and with my thumb wiped your tears
And suppose this fight just magically disappeared

'Could it help bring you home, would it be worth the try,
Or is it all just one foolishly stupid lie.'

So caught up in not wanting to become a stranger,
He put his friendship in very real danger.

He didn't want to love somebody else
But there was nothing left to remind himself.

As the last song played it danced away
Their memories fading, not able to stay.

Looking into the box there was left one thing,
And it would have the most memories to bring.

Last, was their story, from when they first became friends,
Which they spoke of a lot but only wrote now and then.

It had helped them to grow into what they'd become,
Built on friendship, laughter, and a whole lot of fun.

It still wasn't finished when they had got in that fight
But even now, once in a while, he still liked to write.

With so many memories, the fired Would burn on,
Unitl finally light reached him from the coming new dawn.

He sat in the cold, with no more tears left to cry,
No longer afraid that alone he would die.

And with no more memories left to remember 
He set down the box and put out the embers.

He had nothing left now, it was time to move on
A new day was here, it was already dawn.

By the strength from the sun, he left behind his sorrows,
Sick of searching for hope in a better tomorrow.

For tomorrow is always coming, and there it will stay
So instead, choose to find hope in the here and now of today.

That's what he did and that's what he does
Until today becomes the day he truly falls in love.

Never will he see that music box again
But the memories will return, now and then.

They will be sweet ones of things long past
While he sits in the arms of a love that will last.

4/19/14
Nov 2015 · 424
Promises
J B Moore Nov 2015
I promised to never leave yet I left
A promise I meant to keep but haven't kept.
So I sit here so many tears having wept.
For all my promises not kept.

I can no longer hold you, 
I was not there forever.
Unlike I had once told you, 
I doubt we'll be together.

I promised to make you my wife
To be there for you for all your life
Now I sit here and I weep
Over the promises I cannot keep.

1:45 a.m. 12/11/13
Sometimes, life just doesn't let us keep the promises we so desperately wish we could.
Nov 2015 · 475
A Simple Prayer
J B Moore Nov 2015
As I lay here trying to sleep,
Breathing in, I'm breathing deep
A gentle nod, a heavy eye,
A simple prayer for a quite night 

Rain drops patter on the window pane
Moonlight so soft as it starts to wane
A heavy eye, a gentle nod
A simple prayer to an awesome God

“Dear Lord, bring me comfort, give me peace;
With all that's going on, set my mind at ease
Fill my dreams with precious joys, I'm asking please

This is just a simple prayer, help me tonight,
Lift away the fog, drain me of all fright.
Let me gently nod, as my heavy eyes close tight.

Amen


10.19.15
Nov 2015 · 615
The Old Tower Bell
J B Moore Nov 2015
Listen to the slow steady gong of the death knell
From down the street at the old clock tower
The tell tale tolling of the old tower bell.

In the square, no one dares approach that well,
Where sick beat the quick, and sweet turns sour,
Listen to the slow steady gong of the death knell.

Sinking into the hearts a fear no one can quell,
Making the strong weak, causing brave men to cower,
The tell tale tolling of the old tower bell.

The streets are abandoned as dark spirits swell,
Beseting the village, all light they've devoured,
Listen to the slow steady gong of the death knell.

The people were running, scared as they fell
Yet, amidst all the chaos, marking the hour
Was the tell tale tolling of the old tower bell.

Dark and deserted, there the demons will dwell
Betwixt the spirits and shadows with chaotic power.
Listen to the slow steady gong of the death knell,
The tell tale tolling of the old tower bell.

10.21.15 11:16pm
My first attempt at a villanelle
Nov 2015 · 981
Fade into Dreams
J B Moore Nov 2015
None of it feels real but rather surreal 
as my memories fade into dreams.
The future becomes the present and the present past,
As my memories fade into dreams

I feel lost in a fog, dazed and confused
Confused how I woke up feeling so bruised
I've lost all feeling in my past it would seem
As my past becomes a memory that fades to a dream.

Now that I'm awake it's hard to recall
Standing with caution, afraid I might fall.
Dreams fade into memories that can't be kept,
Memories of dreams, dreams that long to resurrect.

Resurrect from within, a life full of gladness.
Putting to death my sorrows and sadness.
I start to recover from the battle lost
My memories fading like dreams, is the cost.

For shortly after waking, dreams fade away.
In the same manner my memories won't stay. 
I fight to remember, I struggle to hold on
But lo, quick approaching is a burning new dawn.

And with every new coming dawn
Are my thoughts left wandering on,
Warm sun light so brightly gleaming,
My memories quickly fading as I awake from dreaming.
11/27/13
Nov 2015 · 389
Already Dawn
J B Moore Nov 2015
Lying awake, I stare at the ceiling,
Wondering if I'll ever regain any feeling.
Trying to lay still, I still feel like I'm falling,
Listening to the cries of my memories calling,
Flooding my thoughts, causing me pain,
Binding my mind with these freezing cold chains.
Now I must wait till those thoughts are all gone,
But by the time that does happen, it's already dawn.
Written 11/22/13 1:29 am
Nov 2015 · 1.8k
The Poem Siri Wrote
J B Moore Nov 2015
Letting his pome to Siri
Hopefully will make us 2.[period]
I got it matters what I say
Should probably change it anyway
Still out the 10 at home to Siri

I don't think contacts it should be
Around so cool be made out of me 
Still grumbling to choke 
So I don't waste too much rope
If anyone doesn't turn out too funny

After the person's coming
Bowman mentioned you running
Three more specific
It's more bulimic
Did everything go a plenty

Wonderwall things are
Fly high above All-Stars
Do you think that it's June,
That there Brazelton blue,
If they held and the press really hard?

So this is the phone from Siri
Not feeling quite weary
To Shay' pasta please process he,
Or just a foster for you' [apostrophe]? 
I guess we'll just have to see...

I'm writing this poem through Siri,
Hopefully it won't make us to teary,
I doubt it matters what I say,
she'll probably change it anyway,
Still I'll dictate my poem through Siri.

I don't think complex it should be,
Or else a fool will be made out of me
Still I'll grumble and I'll choke
So I don't raise too much hope
If in the end it doesn't turn out too funny.

After this verse it is coming
A poem that might send you running
Though to be more specific 
It's more of a limerick 
Than anything full of cunning.

I wonder where wild things are,
That fly high above all the stars?
Do you think that it's true,
That their face will turn blue,
If they held in their breath really hard?

So this is the poem from Siri
And now I'm feeling quite weary
For did I say 'pasta please',
Or just 'apostrophe'?
I guess we'll just have to ask Siri.

7/3/14
Nov 2015 · 556
Wandering On
J B Moore Nov 2015
I fight this battle hard and true
To find a way to make me new
But for all the pain that does ensue
I have me to thank and not you.

I'm tired out and torn apart
Ever since we broke each other's heart.
Such a feat came at a great cost
For that's when I found I was lost.

It seems that I am finding out
That evermore I'm finding doubt, 
For every right I do feels wrong
And I'm left wandering, wandering on.

What I should do I do not know,
Perhaps it's time to let this go.
I thought it was love, the day we met
But I guess it's time I just forget.

I long for things that have once been
To find joy in life, once again
But even at night this can never be
For not even my dreams have me smiling.

It seems that I am finding out
That evermore I'm finding doubt.
For after midnight comes the dawn
And I'm left wandering, wandering on.

I stumble around looking to find me
Trying to search for something to remind me
Have I ever been in this place before?
Or is this the first time I've opened that door?

I think I've lost myself to the night
Losing hope when I lost my sight
I'm blinded, broken, battered, and bruised,
If I find me will I be any less confused?

It seems that I am finding out
That evermore I'm finding doubt.
For out of sight my hope has gone,
And I'm left wandering, wandering on

7/7/14
Nov 2015 · 1.9k
The Fisherman's Story
J B Moore Nov 2015
This is the Fisherman's tale
With a rod in hand and live bait in a pale,
Of a day spent out on the beach
And fish just a cast out of reach.

The day started as any fisherman would
Before the sun was up, when the fishing was good.
He hopped on his bike and road the old trail
Till he could smell the tides from the ocean gale.

Today was the day, he could feel it in his bones
He would bring food to his loved ones at home
This was his day, he was so sure,
With a brand new rod and a homemade lure.

Cast after cast, hour by hour
Time moved by until he started to sour
All that time and not a single bite;
Now clouds rolled in, black as night.

The wind started whipping the sand all around
Still the old fisherman stood his ground
The storm was coming, in just a matter of time
"I can't leave" he thought, "until that fish is mine."

As the thunder boomed and lightning crashed,
He decided to give just one more cast
As the rain came down, soaking him through
This was the one, he swore it was true.

Waiting there patiently, slowly he'd reel
Even if his legs he could no longer feel.
When all of a sudden with a great flash
he was able to tell that this was the cast.

The line went tight as he threw back the rod 
He was hooking this fish, he thought with a nod.
The battle that followed was one terrible fight
Fish verses man all through the night.

And as the sunlight rose, marking the dawn,
The fisherman still fought as the battle raged on.
He wouldn't give up, he wouldn't let it go
The fish was his, and he would soon let it know.

The fish neared the shore jumping clear through the sky
Only to get robbed off the hook by a seal passing by.
The fisherman stood there, staring in awe
"The seal stole my fish!" He thought dropping his jaw.

"The fish it was huge, six feet at least," he would say
"I fought it all day and night till that beast took it away"
Yet no one believed him, they just called him a goof
And scoffed, "how convenient it is, that you don't have any proof."

Still this is The Fisherman's story
After fishing all day and night on the beach
One filled with unseen glories
How he was one cast away from the catch of the week.
Nov 2015 · 689
I Wonder
J B Moore Nov 2015
Forever have I promised
To from you never sunder
And though this promise I will keep
I have begun to wonder.

I wonder just what it'd be like
If for all my life I hold your hand, 
For all my life could be a long time
I wonder if that you could even stand.

If I hold your hand past "down to the wire"
Through the sniffles and the cough
Would my hand begin to tire,
Could it possibly fall off?

Even if my hand could get dismembered
I'd hold you nice and snug
For this you should remember
If I lose my hand I'll give you an eternal hug.

But then I begin to wonder
If I hold you close for eternity
Would our heart beats sound like thunder
Would we manage to keep on standing.

Yet even if our legs turn to jelly
And like pudding become our thighs
Nothing will stop me from saying "Hello Beautiful,"
Nor from looking into your eyes.

And this I know about my eyes,
They could never become weary
If all they saw was beautiful you,
Yet I know they may get teary.

But there's one thing I'll always wonder,
How could I be so blessed to have you,
And even though I often blunder
I know your love will always stay true.

7/20/12
Nov 2015 · 1.3k
An Imaginative Creation
J B Moore Nov 2015
What is wrong with a world
Where the sky is green and the grass is blue?
Where up becomes down and left turns right
And the sun starts to rise first thing in the night?
Why can't people fly, and chickens dance,
And all the little critters wear pants?

What's wrong with a place 
Made with a creative imagination?
Or an imaginative creation
That makes everything new? 
You could have superpowers for even an hour
Heck, why not the whole day?
And those who lied, would be justified 
By the power of the truth we say.

See, I'd like to create a creature
That could change its physical features
To look like watches, gems, or diamond rings,
Or any other shiny thing.
What's wrong with a world like that?

What is so dangerous about the imagination?
Why do we frown upon its sight?
Am I crazy or is it true
Does the world reject the new
When upside down becomes upright?

I suppose the question now arises,
After all of these surprises,
As to the point I'm trying to make.
When this world is full of gloom
And we see ourselves as doomed
And our happiness is fake.
This is when we should look
Away from a screen and to a book
To find real happiness a piece of cake.

Let's explore the worlds within our minds
And perhaps we just might find 
a reason to live on.
For when the grass is too green and the sky is too blue
And you think your dreams will never come true, 
and your hope is gone,
Fly away to a secret place, 
look in the mirror and make a face,
So you can greet with a smile each new dawn.

This is the power of a creative imagination,
Building a world, an imaginative creation.

12/9/14
Nov 2015 · 999
Ponder this
J B Moore Nov 2015
People plan to partake in 
pondering this painful piece
of the Ponderer's ponderings.

These pathetic pain filled people
presume that
pondering the Ponderer's ponderings
is perfectly practical in practically every peaceful way.

But presently,
the Ponderer's particularly pondering ponderings
are perniciously precarious in every perilous way.

Thus, to ponder the Ponderer's pondering ponderings
is not particularly practical,
but instead pertain
to perniciously painful parts of precarious nature
Nov 2015 · 755
Wretched Soul
J B Moore Nov 2015
I once was a man, so full of pride
Behind my timidity would I hide
I thought my deeds were like shimmering gold 
When in truth, no value did they really hold.

So good was I at being good
I began to believe that no one could,
Even if they really did try,
Yes no one would catch me in this lie.

I got so good, I thought I believed
When really I merely myself deceived 
I was in so deep I never even knew
That all was a lie, I thought to be true.

I joined the ranks, under His command,
On the side of the King I took my stand.
But never did I fool the Sovereign King
Who knows all, sees all, everything.

Even still being the traitor that I was,
I faught for the King because, because.
Because I thought I could make my place
Within his Castle, if I stayed an ace. 

Had I only known that enter did no one
Unless the King had specifically chose them.
For no matter the battles that I could "win"
Only those called, would ever get in.

But then one night, lo that awful night,
Was a battle in which alone I did fight.
It was upon me so quick, off my guard being caught.
She went for my sword, from my hands was it wrought.

I tried crying out but quickly went silent
The sin conlvulsing within, becoming so violent.
I begged and I cheated my way out of death
Giving in to Temptation, who stole my breath.

She never would let me on my own breathe
Having taken my breath, I never could leave.
But she'd give it back so I could live normal days
Yet every night once again would she take it away.

Though not my own, I found a well,
Reaching deep within for a drink, I fell.
Having been so thirsty, I was quickly consumed
If I only knew, those who drank were forever doomed.

If I had only known the poison Temptation gave me, 
I would have gladly died if it meant I'd be free.
The sin grew within making me lose control
Still, I gladly drank the poison that was killing my soul.

This continued on for a time too long;
And I still couldn't see that I was in the wrong.
No matter how fatal I knew the poison to be,
I just wouldn't stop, even if it were the death of me.

Then one night, while in Temptation consumed,
There came a light with a crack and a boom.
And there stood a messenger from the King himself,
His garments displaying the King's great wealth.

"Sad tidings for you do I now bring,
A message straight from the King.
A message to you of consequence,
One that will cause your burning ears to ring.

"The King is aware of your heinous crimes
He warns you of the coming times
Where his judgement will rain down on you,
And you will feel you've lost your mind.

"He knows about you and Temptation,
And how you desire her awful sensations.
But you think that you of all are perfect 
Not needing any salvation.

"Oh how you error in your ways
When you should be counting the days,
Until the debt you have incurred 
Is a debt you will soon pay."

I looked at him and openly scoffed
When I knew inside that I had naught,
Nothing at all with which to pay,
To my silence he then had this to say.

"The King is generous which is why I was sent
To make sure his gift wasn't carelessly spent.
You must pay it all back, everything
Down to the very last cent.

"If not, to you a curse shall ensue
In the midst of a battle, the world verses you
On that dark and damning day 
You will have no choice but to pay your due.

"For there will fall your wretched soul,
Into the deepest, darkest hole
The consequences of your crimes
Having finally taken their toll.

"And there you'll fall forevermore 
Never knowing what's in store
And all the wretched deeds you loved
You'll now at last abhor

"For so long you wore a mask of light
And even fought their same fight
Yet all this time underneath your skin
Your heart was darker than blackest night.

"If just one had been able to tell,
Who you were, yet there you fell
Falling closer than you ever knew
Toward the tormenting, firery, flames of Hell."

"Enough, that's it, no more," cried I
"I can take no more or else I'll die
There must be something I can do
Anything that could make me new."

"Have you not listened to what I said?
Or do you have too thick a head
You cannot do a thing at all,
Your soul, forever has been dead."

"Please tell me who," I did reply
"Can save me from my very lies.
Who can bring dead back alive 
And my useless soul, who can revive?"

"There is one man, who completely paid
The price it cost and was not afraid
For on a cross he did die,
For the sinners lost, his life he laid.

In the grave he spent three full days,
Yet in the grave he would not stay 
The King having given him the power
To conquer death in every way.

Only through repentance and belief upon the Son
Can ever your battles against sin be won.
For through Christ and his saving power
Has all the work been done."

Before the messenger made those words his last
Before he was suddenly gone with a flash
He said this to me "Be warned,
When between right and wrong you are torn."

As you sin you twist the jagged knife
That drains away your lover's life
As you stare at them through tear filled eyes 
Think, 'was it really worth this price.'"

With that he was completely gone
Come to find out it was already dawn.
For once, I felt refreshed and renewed 
And the sin that I did began to feel crude.

At last I thought I was truly free
But Temptation still had her chains on me
Only now, she had loosened her grip
Letting me over my own stumbling blocks trip.

I then fell in love with a girl who changed my life
So much so I wanted her to be my wife.
Yet Temptations chains held me back,
It was strength— or was it faith— that I lacked.

Then came the night for which I was doomed,
Whilst in Temptation completely consumed
I plunged my sword into her back
My love had died, my soul stained black

What I wanted to be one, was forever in two,
The Messenger's warning now coming true.
I had loved her dearly, or so I thought,
But in the end it was all for naught.

So there I was more broken then before
Having lost everything to still lose more.
For I had believed I had been made new
Only to find that to be far from true.

And for the very first time
I realized I was quite blind
To still be living a life with Temptation,
Was the very proof of my lack of salvation.

Then I went and bowed before the King
Giving him much thanks for everything
For the loss of a love and for the pain
And the resulting salvation that I gained.

And as the King would so decree
I repented, believed, and became quite free.
The King and his army defeated Temptation 
And I joined His ranks through a watery declaration.

As time went on, I still have found I sometimes would fall
But I wasn't alone, to the King I could call.
And he will always help me up by lending a hand 
And lets me lean on Him when I need help to stand.

For so long as I lean on him in the midst of my trials
And keep repenting of sin which I now find so vile,
He will give me the strength, the strength to carry on,
And show me the way with each new coming dawn.

I once was a man with a wretched soul,
Who was saved by grace and remade whole,
Not by any deed I could do on my own
But by faith in the perfect work of Christ alone.
Warning: this is a long one
Nov 2015 · 375
Among the Shadows
J B Moore Nov 2015
Among the shadows,
in the dark of night,
Something is lurking, 
It doesn't feel right.

You can't hear me,
But you know I am there.
You can't see me,
Yet you feel my stare.

I sit and I spy
As you do your bad deed
With my watchful eye,
I see you fulfilling your greed.

Beware! Beware!
For out I will come.
Beware! Beware!
There's nowhere to run.

For I will be on you
In the dark of night
And they'll see what you've done
Clear as black and white.

You will tell us your lies,
The Truth will come out.
And the whole world will know,
What you're really about.

For among the shadows
Is a place you should fear.
When I come, you will scream
But no one will hear.

3/26/14
Nov 2015 · 859
Sonnet of a Man Born Blind
J B Moore Nov 2015
I have often heard the sky is blue and how the grass is green,
But I haven't got the slightest clue as to what that's supposed to mean,
No, I've only heard the stories of a sun shining bright.
You see, I was born into the dark, never to know the light.

I know birds by their songs and trees by their shade.
My fingers run for miles on hills artificially made,
Painting pictures in my mind of things I never knew,
Looking for some insight, searching for the truth. 

I have smelled the color purple, I have heard the color blue!
I have tasted green and yellow, and the combination of the two!
I can feel the color orange like the warm late summer breeze,
And the pale blue of the waters in winter when they freeze.

But all I see are the missing trees and those who make no sound,
Ghosts of my own making, look at what they're taking, never to be found.
Nov 2015 · 416
The Sleeper
J B Moore Nov 2015
The Sleeper sits among the shadows
Dark and dreary beneath the gallows
Go near him never still my dearest
Or else to slumber fall, I fearest.

Pray don't close thine eyes my dear,
Please, don't take to slumber
I know thine eyes are heavy
I know thy feelest weak
Pray, don't close thine eyes my dearest
Please, don't take to sleep.

Listen here my dearest, take to see and look
The Sleeper, he is waiting, there upon thy stoop.
Waiting, oh just waiting, for thou to givest in,
But dare ye not to let the Sleeper win.

Pray don't close thine eyes my dear,
Please, don't take to slumber
I know thine eyes are heavy
I know thy feelest weak
Pray, don't close thine eyes my dearest
Please, don't take to sleep.

He's at the door now, I hear the pounding;
The Sleeper's voice sickly resounding,
Calling out my name, my dear!
Calling me to sleep, I fear,
The dark so quietly surrounding.

Don't let me close mine eyes my dear!
Don't let me take to slumber.
Mine eyes are growing heavy,
My heart is growing weak...
Don't let me close mine eyes my dearest,
Pray, don't let me take to sleep.

9/6/14
Nov 2015 · 528
America Once Beautiful
J B Moore Nov 2015
"America, the beautiful," you once were said to be.
Where men would fight to keep this place the land of brave and free.

But now instead these men that fight are left so far behind
They are pushed way to the back, out of sight out of mind.
It is my hope that by the end of this you'll see,
Although they fought with courage we are all but free.

America, America, upon which God's grace had shone 
With liberty and justice for all, where'er the flag was flown.

But now there is another flag that mocks God in his face
What is now a symbol of sinful lusts was once that of God's grace.
And now no longer do we have what's called a home of liberty
For where is justice in the killing of the unborn, this I just can't see.

America, once beautiful, so far you've come since then
You did your best to play the act, but forgot your lines again.

You tried so hard to conquer hate, by making laws to call it crime
Our courts are full of useless debates that in the end just waste our time.
We sit and act like nothing's wrong, as if we're clean and pure
We breathe our last so painfully, yet still reject the cure.

America, America, where will the line be drawn?
Or will you slowly crumble into the fading dawn?

You say if done for love then it's all fair and good,
That these sinners are all just simply misunderstood.
But what about the ******, or the *******?
Everything they do still brings themselves a crooked, ***** smile.

America, so sick with sin, or do you still not see,
Our country has been littered with gross *******.

You fill the minds of all the kids with things they should not see,
Showing your approval to things that should not be.
You now begin to act like you for them know what is best.
Forcing rules in all the schools and claiming parents as the pest.

America, America, will there be hope for you one day?
Will there be a time at last when you hear the truth we say?

To you who are no longer sick, to whom the cure He gave,
Will you let this country fall into it's miry grave?
Will you not help to guide the shot, nor correct their aim?
Will you not choose to take a stand and with one voice proclaim:

“America! America! May God's grace to you be shown!
May you return His truth, into the land we call our home!”

America, so beautiful, you can someday become,
When the fight to stand for Truth, becomes a battle won.

7/12/13
Nov 2015 · 567
I can see it in his eyes
J B Moore Nov 2015
Anger. 
I can see it in his eyes,
I can smell it on his breath.
How is he even standing?
He's lost all self control
(As if he had any to begin with)
Fear is swelling within my soul
So afraid of going back into that hole. 

He's so full of hatred,
I can smell it on his breath,
Screaming and shouting,
And spitting in my face,
Says he's going to put me
Back into my place. 
Down on my knees,
 Face down on the ground,
Until I beg and I plead
Or don't make any sound. 

What an animal, what a monster,
Drunk with hate and distrust,
I can see it in his eyes,
I can smell it on his breath;
How is he even standing?
Or how can he see,
So caught up with anger
Staring, screaming at me. 

He swings at my head,
Striking my face;
(Without make-up for cover,
I would be a disgrace.)
He throws me around like trash
Putting me "in my place"
Face down in the ground where I belong;
Where I am weak, meek,
And my outlook is bleak;
Where all light is gone. 

I don't want to go back into that hole,
It's cold and dark, black like his soul.
I'm sick and tired of being afraid,
But he's stronger than I,
Or so he likes to proclaim,
But I see it in his eyes
And I can smell it on his breath
Tonight he's threatening death.

He's coming at me again,
To hit me once more,
I won't take it this time,
I'm losing my mind,
So I dig my thumbs into his eyes
And scratch at his face.
It's time everyone sees him as the disgrace.

How is he even standing,
Why won't he just fall,
He doesn't seem to be phased at all.
I can see it in his eyes, 
I can smell it on his breath
He's so drunk with anger
I'm never finding rest. 

He pushes me once
 And pushes me again, 
Starting to lose his balance 
Every now and then. 
Just to catch my own 
I lean my hand against the table
To find a pair of scissors right there 
So I question if I'm able.
 He grabs the bat by the door,
 And charges, no light left in his eyes
Before I even know it 
we're on the floor and both surprised.

His expression is unchanging
Now drunk from so much shock
I can see it in his eyes
I can smell it on his breath
This is our last goodbye.
His body is oozing life, 
I can feel it on my hand,
The warmth of that red essence
Dripping down my arm. 

Will this ever wash off?
Will I ever be free?
From the guilt deep within
That is eating me?
My shirt is stained a crimson red,
Life dripping from his lips to my head. 
I see nothing in his eyes,
I smell nothing on his breath,
The guilt is eating me up inside
But at least I've found my rest.

12/8/14
Nov 2015 · 900
Love Like a Dream
J B Moore Nov 2015
When I heard how she felt I couldn't stop from grinning,
But everyone told us from the very beginning,
"You're too young, this is wrong,
You won't last that long."

But we swore to them and to each other
We would be different, we would be better
It would always be the two of us,
Both of us together.

Still, we felt the pressure wherever we'd go,
Making it harder not to one day hear "I told you so."
We tried so hard to do our best,
And prayed that God would take care of the rest.

But it seemed we were never told we did anything right,
Only scolded when we did something wrong,
Keeping us awake, worried late at night, 
Afraid of thinking we wouldn't last long.

And although it wasn't true, at the time that's how it seemed,
Just me and her against the world, with a love like a dream.
Nevertheless, every dream must come to an end
Only this time, the cost would be losing a friend.

For just like in a dream, you don't know you are dreaming
You just look at the blue sky and the sun beams, beaming
Making me feel so alive, with her hand in mine.
With no recollection of the passing time.

But in reality a storm cloud was coming
And everyone headed to the hills running,
All the while we thought we were smart and cunning
To weather the storm so stunning
And finally be free from the looks of the world scared running.

We were happy and alone when it started to rain,
Until the rain brought the pain and it started to pour,
And so we swore to each other that we would endure.
But as the wind started blowing and the sun began to set,
We had to see just how far we could get.
Had I only known that the dream was near the end
I wonder if I would've found a way to keep my friend.

And as it goes when waking up from a dream,
You find that nothing was ever as it seemed.
Just as the downpours turn to steady rain, turns to infrequent showers,
And the sunrise reflects off water dripping off every flower,
So the memories of a fading dream dissolve with every passing hour.
For when love is like a dream, you'll always close your eyes 
Only to have them open to the most deplorable surprise.

12/11/14
J B Moore Nov 2015
Tomorrow shall I go to Paris for I'm searching to find
Those who witnessed a man killed for looking behind,
He who did something to Nobody while Everyone lied
And rushed him and beat him with sticks till he died.

I'll leave tomorrow, for today the sun beams are beaming
And tomorrow is a dream I didn't know that I'd be dreaming,
Where empty streets run red with blood and thunder
Leaving me alone with time to wonder:

If yesterday was Wednesday what will its tomorrow be?
Where are the witnesses who witnessed thee
Wandering alone in thine own misery?

Where went the rain on the road where you cried?
And what of Solitude who watched as you died?
You did something to Nobody but Everyone lied...
Why?
Class assignment, response to César Vallejo, "Black stone on a White Stone"
Nov 2015 · 310
Ghosts
J B Moore Nov 2015
Lights on   Lights off. Then
Lights on   Lights off, again.

First dark  Then light.  I
Can see.   No sight.  Now
It's loud,   then not.   I
Think I   forgot   how
To be    or not. I'm 
Afraid   I might show
That I   really know
Nothing at all.

First life   then death.  You
Breath in,   no breath. First
To see.   No sight. Too
Afraid   To fight. Worse, 
You're here   At night. Too
Alone   To find rest. 
Still I   Try my best,
With luck I'll fall.

Lights off.   Lights on.
You're here   and then gone.

— The End —