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Through anarchy, you gain fame.

Through monarchy, you claim an executive name.

Through trial, you earn a new automobile.

Through a steal, you gain a first class meal.

Throughout it all, you learn that the battle is not worth the fall.

Throughout it all, you learn how to find your natural call.
One of my better poems I think, as it can be very difficult creating rhymes aligned with the same rhyme throughout; without losing any authenticity or creativity. Hope you enjoy.
JONATHAN CHAPI Dec 2016
Its crazy, I miss her even though i dont know her
Or maybe,  its beyond sight to adore her.
These feelings felt proper..

The first time i saw her, i felt a little shy.
Thinking on her dazzling beauty my dreams will lay.
No lie, its a feeling no one can deny.
(Deep inside so hard to hide)

Her presence filled my sights plessure,
rocking my body like a siezure.
She was beautiful......(sigh)
A dazzle like a candle
A puzzle i cant help bt handle
A simple gaze, a tremor of frenzy
Now its a maze, a little bit crazy.

With a shoulder glance  i so her come and go
I wondered why i didnt introduce myself before
As she politely approached my jaw fell in awe
Thinking,  angels are beautiful bt she was a little bit more.

Just a while,  she approached with an exceptional smile,
Specially organised with a casual style.
She laughed with a little grin, and said her that name was maureen.
I thought she was jokin', bt nothing had to be proven on her tender voice and the words she had spoken.

Though it was a short conversation it didnt matter
Because from that moment i had an endless fantasy chatter.
We where neighbors and that made it better
In the end, I hope we where ment to be together.

She was perfect in everyway
I wished i would see her everyday.
I found everything about her so appealing,
but
I had no way of telling her what i was feeling.

One thing i still wonder, is that God gave her everything except my number.
#First sight things.. beyond imagination
#Fantansy, always beyond what  you see..
JONATHAN CHAPI Dec 2016
All around, me i see dark clouds approaching
Overshadowing my day from happiness and pleasure, fears and tremors rocking my body like a seizure.
When the clouds where clear, my life didn't ****
But my world turned around when the lightening struck

As fear runs through my brains , the storm comes near
In the pouring of the rains its hard to notice my tear
I'm feeling the sea flowing in my veins concentrating my fear
But as my faith still  remains, the storm calms, cloud clear

Holding back all my tears, try not to weep
Instead I drive myself crazy with thoughts till I sleep
I wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and all I see is a creep
Am at the edge of this cliff called life bout to take a leap
I lose my mind am about to slip

Turn my TV  , there she is
Telling me who Christ is, saying I ain't the worlds' but His
The only time I hear bless me is when I sneeze
World's on a frantic race, we like bees
They say live a fast life, quick money, do what you can, saying snooze you lose
Telling my neighbor to pray and live on their knees
While am living a wild life on *****

Snap back into reality, look back all I see is insanity
How did I loose it? Got me a people pleaser personality
Then it dawned now I realize it was all vanity
Giving myself away to everyone, anyone like charity.
Er.. times when u feel,  emotional lonleyness and u just kinda sribble your brains out..
#Living life like a sentence
#Crumbling under the pressure of life
JONATHAN CHAPI Sep 2016
Gradually dreaming light, an echo of a lullaby. A poetic vision of a mystic sky.
I can't really claim that these ideas are original, there is nothing new under the sun.
Its hard to conceal the embraces of light I know; I'm trying to make the wilderness blossom to someone.
Thoughts and feelings reviewed with obvious reasons mentioned. On grounds of no resentment to having my opinions questioned.
As the blowing winds move trees side to side. Agitating my mind, thoughts deep and wide.
If water is wisdom then thirst is the drive of reason, making the wilderness blossom.
One of those things that initiate my writing..

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