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Haddy T Jobe Apr 2018
With hearts that love and hearts that live
It is the joy of human kind to give
Support and help to those without
As God has given and blessed, no doubt

Give to the young and old,as in them we see
What we were once and what we’ll one day be
The will of God not being in our hands
We must strive to achieve not only our worldly plans

But things that will tip the scales on judgement day
And help us into heaven as the good books say
On that day nothing shall help us but our good deeds on earth
What we’ve done for our fellow man since the time of our birth

How best to gain God’s pleasure than by helping the children of Eve?
To the bearers of the torches of the future, we believe
The children, the youth...the ones who will be left behind
Then a penny or two donated to their growth will remind

That the world isn’t impossible and humanity hasn’t died
That when Trivium said ‘’there is no hope for the human race’’, they may have lied.
Haddy T Jobe Feb 2018
Anger, stiffling
Anger, suffocating
Anger, crushing

I  cannot think
Pushing me to the brink
Causing me to slowly sink
Into a dark hole of numbness
That causes humanity to shrink
Into insignificance in my eyes

Anger, when I'm confronted by your lies
Haddy T Jobe Feb 2018
Your school of thought is void of reason
Void of fact, scandalous like treason
I’m shocked to silence by your logic
It causes me to think ‘how tragic!’
This hidden behind the finest fabric

An innocent, beautiful face
Haddy T Jobe Feb 2018
Square jawed and masculine
Immaculate clothes
******* tie because he couldn’t be bothered
Pretty blue envelope with just three words

‘’To my valentine’’
He reaches the station
Steps into the train
Everyone watching begins to feel plain
A few arduous minutes, he reaches his stop

Steps out with a flare
And a bounce in his walk
He turns a corner and flies up a few hundred stairs
Pushes the door open and then stutters
‘YyYou’re here!’

Sweat on his brow begins to cool on his skin while
Head cocked to one side
She dazzles him with her smile
Haddy T Jobe Jan 2018
If I cry, would you die
             If I die, would you cry

                               To die if I cry would be pointless at best
                                                         To cry when I die would be less
Haddy T Jobe Jan 2018
Monday 48hrs
Tuesday 24hrs
Wednesday 24hrs
Thursday 24hrs
Friday 24hrs
Saturday 24hrs
Sunday 12hrs
fact/perception?
Haddy T Jobe Jan 2018
If Nostradamus knew then what I know today
He'd drop his quills and pray
If he saw today in such detail
He'd spill his ink and wail
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