What is a Jent?
It could be a gent, but alas
It is far from refined.
Is it feverishly loud?
Does it make a sound?
Well no, it doesn't so
Silent does make a Jent
Although, they still make a point
to show they're 'eaven sent.
A Jent is likely to throw away
the pretty flowers you sent,
with not so much as a smile
or a whiff of the wafting scent.
A Jent is nice to your face,
but don't turn your back
Because in their hearts are a dent
and they are resilient and bent
to make a scene and cause a cry in any place.
And never lend a penny to a Jent
For before you can say 'Heaven sent a bent gent'
He'll take your money and before you know
He's showing off all the pennies spent.
And when you ask for'a re-pay
He'll scoff and silently say
He needs it for gas or he has to pay rent
Be on the look-out for this Jent
Jerks, and silent they are
Take the money you lent
and insult your dress in one breath
So if confronted by a Jent
just tell him to stay pent,
forget his rent, he can sleep in the tent
for he is not 'eaven sent
and he'll deserve what he gets.

Round, Round
Oval track bound!
Speed is the name
Engine roar the sound
Tire marks on the ground
and on the walls, the same
The thunder will astound;
Overwhelmingly loud
Bumping, Grinding,
Sponsored by fame
and money to be found
Race to first, rub and pound
A trophy to claim
But not before yellow flags
Hot fuel and orange flame
Straight away drags
Heated tempers, fingers pointing
Untamed revenge, who's to blame?
And this was just the practice rounds
Exciting, thrilling, action abound
A day at the races, Love the sound!

I need a hug,
a pillow may do.
I can bury my head and yell, *******.
I can squeeze it as hard as I want as I sob,
strangling the life out of the lifeless feathers
Throw it across the room, against the wall
and pick it up, knowing it will let me hug it still
Yeah, I don't need you for a stupid hug.

I need a beer,
a tall one will do.
I can bury my mind in dizzing sobs,
Yelling ******* at the side of the can,
I can squeeze it till it crushes under my grip
smiling at the sound of its struggling tin skin
Throw it across the bar, into the trash
letting my sorrows drown in the **** colored drink
Yeah, I don't need you for a stupid beer.

I need a long kiss,
fifteen minutes ought to do.
I can bury my tongue into her throat,
gasping for air as we struggle to breathe
I can squeeze my lips around hers
and I'll relish the lipstick staining my shirt
Throw it across my heart, stained in red
letting your memory dissipate in ravenous lust
Yeah, I don't need you for a stupid kiss.

Hush now, child
It hurts, make it stop!
I can't make it stop hurting child, only you can
But how? It hurts so bad!

Clouds float, drifting over trees that sway
Formed from water of lakes in a valley
White above its waterside where birds fly
Over the mountain tops the clouds turn grey
Darkening skies in the eye of a distant land
Looming fearsomely across many hearts
Yet, in the desert where your nightmares play
The dark clouds bring blessings in it's rain
Pouring to form the oasis of hope and love
Giving solace and strength while you lay

Believe child. Be strong. Promise me.
(Silent nod)
This pain you feel will guide you, child. Follow the sound of the howling wind until you find your fear, child. Only then can you conquer your past. Only then will this pain fade.
......
Promise me, child.
I promise.* This would be the last time I would see her. Looking back, she seemed to know that the end was drawing ever closer. I wish I could have known then, too. Then maybe, just maybe...

I lost you at the start of this inception
A process to change your haunted perception
Fight it, fake it,
Falling for my perfect deception
Do you have the mettle,
to allow this poison to settle?
Embrace this ugly infection
Sickness by forced injection.
For you don't have the strength to last
against the twisted demons of your past
With one lonely taste, the devil awakes
With the blood of angels, your lips are stained
You have fallen, sinner, lost all you've gained
Repent now? Too late!
There will be no objection
To this marriage of misconception
Your pain truly hides inside this illusion
My presence will only further push
your bending mind into seclusion

You haven't given me one silly reason
To lend you my hand
Is it your plan,
To continue onward with this treason?
Change? Unseen by the turning season
This was all a lie, you won't get by
This is where monsters come to die
I control this twisted dream,
The honorable seizin
Let me lead you to the stream
Where your ears can drown in haunting screams
We can rinse your lying lungs clean
Tear the tears from the obscene
To burn your eyes, a brutal reception
Savor the harshness of this deception