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Haddy T Jobe Oct 2017
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Space by itself...empty but useful in its emptiness
Room for me to work in, move about...
Locomotion needs space
Space...a necessity
Must have.Will use
Haddy T Jobe Oct 2017
An empty book waiting to be filled, with pages clear and white...
A pure soul,so magnificently clean like glass that's polished bright...
A staircase ever winding, no stops and no dead ends...
A simple path so straight and perfect with no sharp turns or bends...
No fear of the future, unknown to them are lies...
No rush, no need for reason... is what you'll see in a baby's eyes

Such strong emotions displayed, still untampered with by minds...
Like windows to the soul, not yet covered by ages blinds...
A heart that knows no hurting, knows just the simplest forms of love...
A gentleness so calming and absolute like something from the above...
No fear of the future, unknown to them are lies...
No rush, no need for reason is what you'll see in a baby's eyes

Embrace the world with wonder, caution still just a word...
An eagerness to explore and discover with the freedom of a bird...
Fresh from God's workshop, just from nature's cradle...
Wholesome in their innocence although dependent and not yet fully able...
There's still no fear of the future, unknown to them are lies...
No rush, no need for reason is what you'll see in a baby's eyes
Haddy T Jobe Apr 2018
Little Aley, Aley May
Was a tell-tale one day
And she told about her friend who sat in class beside her
Her friend she heard about it
And nothing in the first aid kit
Could fix their friendship teddy when she ripped out all the fur

Aley May had broken ties
Just by simply telling lies
And she paid the price by losing something true
For her friend had always been there
Was her support in every warfare

Aley May was taught a lesson on what not to say or do
Haddy T Jobe Jun 2018
No tears
No blood
No emptiness
No horrible silence,static with expectation
No sensations of sinking
Of drowning in mud
No cries
No death
No bang
No boom
No sadness
Nor gloom
No fear
A reason for hope
The war is over
The death of a nightmare has given birth to a dream
Haddy T Jobe Aug 2018
Teacher I am hungry
Teacher I may faint
I cut my finger badly, this is blood it isn’t paint!

Teacher Timmy’s laughing
Teacher make him stop!
There’s something in my hand now, tell me what it is I’ve got

Teacher I’m so tired
Teacher it’s no lie
If we stand for one more minute, I shall definitely die!

Teacher mommy’s happy
She says thanks for your compliance
She said you and her and daddy are now part of an alliance
Haddy T Jobe Dec 2017
Oh Mr. Artist with your pen
Boldness in your posture
With just strokes you **** ten men
And maintain such a composure

Oh the power of your pen, strikes fear into the hearts
And the wielder of the sword wishes he had the smarts
To use your word darts
To conquer earth and not just parts

If it exists, you've found a portal
To throw in thoughts to be preserved
And to make your words immortal
So that your dominion's unreserved
Haddy T Jobe Oct 2017
There's always that moment, That time...
when you look like a morning angel
when the sun rays all converge to stare at your face,through space
And you shine...
Everyday the sun opens its bright warm eyes, so do I with my love for you...
Just stare, admiring
At the crack of dawn I'm there with you, so so near...
I look at you and smile, such a beauty and a wonder
Lie near you the whole night through... just waiting for that moment when I'll be the first to stare upon your face that day...

You're loveliest at that time, the crack of dawn...
Sometimes I kiss your cheek, my dentist won't approve...
Mmm, too sweet!
Sometimes I trace the line of your brows... so perfectly drawn, my pastor will love you...
Hmm, an evidence of God's artisticity!
I sometimes feel your heartbeat... do you know?
With the palm of my hand I touch your chest... do you feel it?
I hope you do, because I want you to

Most of all though, feel my kiss...
Not the 'sometimes' kiss that's on your cheek, oh no...
the heavenly sips of pleasure and such...
The 'everyday' kiss... that I place on your lips
The little kiss every morning at the crack of dawn,
It wakes you up... and means so much
Haddy T Jobe Aug 2018
Is the voice a part of the body?...how then,if so,do souls communicate??
What does a soul look like and how does it sound? Could our voices be the signature of who we are within...a print??
Or is a gathering of souls going to be like a gathering of deaf mutes without sign language?....or maybe souls use telepathy as a means to communicate??
It may well be so....
Haddy T Jobe Jan 2018
Crab claw prints
Scattered generously across the arm
Of the man that tried to hold it back
For they fight back
Who are confronted by harm
And cornered
There's strength in the punch they pack
Haddy T Jobe Oct 2017
Alone with no bother
cousins, brother
No family, and frankly no mess

Misunderstandings, only with myself
insulting only shelves
No sharing bathrooms, YES!
Haddy T Jobe Jan 2018
Serious means look at me
It means
Take a little time to understand
To see

A partner not a mime


To not expect a dime
Or a deed to a diamond mine

But know your life is much fuller
and that is much cooler
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
A seed sown into bare and barren land
Minds taken over and controlled by an invisible hand
Sharing a future, a fate that's sealed
Until locks are broken and hearts are healed
Haddy T Jobe Apr 2016
Trifolding centrepiece, breaking foundation blocks...
Mundane enterprises fronting vital thoughts
Me and my worries, soldered into one...
A depth of pure purity weighing a mighty ton
The innocence of others who name me with a pretty tongue...
The doubt in those who’ve seen me, when my nerves were wrung
Order of the phoenix sitting behind old shelves...
The authors of some stories must have splendour in themselves
Bring me back from wonder, take the dreamy from my stare...
Call me back from dreamland because those books sure land me there
But sitting in this cold seat, frost building in my soul...
It’s easy to forget kindness and every kind word I’ve been told
The world constantly takes from us, the will to soldier on...
It robs us of the reasons to triumph even when we’ve won
I feel sometimes the battles are really not worth the fight...
When my arms just feel like holding love and being held all night
The will we need to summon hate and numbness of the heart and bone...
The sacrifices that wait to be made to turn your ‘human’ into ‘stone’
Is it really worth the effort when it jades and wrecks your core?...
I have heard them ring, their chords have called, to the drudgery of war.
Haddy T Jobe Aug 2018
My life from afar
Always reaching for a distant star
Never stopping to wonder ‘if’
Constantly hoping til hope goes stiff

My life to a child
Always kept from going wild
Trying always to never cry
Refusing to bid my dreams goodbye

My life to me
Never believing what I see
Always looking beyond what’s here
Paying no mind to building fear

My life in reality now
All these winds cause me to bow
I’m just one in a huge, huge crowd
This silent music sounds so loud

My life to God
A pretty pea in a pod
Beautiful, in his eyes
Like the tiny twinkles in the skies
Haddy T Jobe Aug 2018
Ringing ruthless, shrill
In my ears I place a pill
Momentarily numb my brains
To **** the thoughts and blur the pains

Drunk with sheer hopelessness, I am blind
In a daze that’s somehow kind

I don’t wish to deal with hope, it’s what causes global warming
It’s always growing without warning
And hurting people who could once cope

Inside I’m slowly burning
Where’s all that heat supposed to go?
Perspiring all that hurt
That wears the ozone layer
Like rock wears ***
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 Apr 2018
I would listen to your crooning and I wouldn’t mind one bit
If your mother would rather shoo me than introduce me and have me sit
Next to her and her tight crew
Or tell them how I’m related to you

I wouldn’t ask if she’s ashamed that I’m married to her son
And when she mentions other women to you I’ll just take it all in fun
I’d buy the in-laws gifts and never expect a grateful word
I’d use my whole resources and still treat you like a lord

I would not complain about being left alone all day
To cook and clean and launder, I’d say ‘’don’t worry I’m ok’’

And if you get mad and holler, If I don’t do something right
I’d apologize and do it over even if it took all night

I’d be the wife and servant who would slave to pay the rent
I’d do it all for nothing, if I was different.
Haddy T Jobe May 2018
We all rushed out
We were running scared
Not knowing what it was about
She thought us weird

But hearing ‘RAT’
She jumped up quickly
And wielding her shoe as if it were a bat
She side stepped us cowards, rather so neatly

Descending on the creature with her tightly held shoe
The rat didn’t budge and didn’t seem to feel the blows
But hearing more footsteps he finally flew
Behind a filing cabinet as we saw the door close

A few minutes later and she marched stern-faced out
Tail secured between her fingers while he hung upside down
I moved out of the way of the squirming figure and its snout
And his eyes looked much meaner and his fur sickly brown

Arm stretched back like a javelin thrower on a poster
She stood out the main door
The vision of riding on a roller coaster
Was the last thing the rat saw

But I stood there watching and I saw him hit the ground
Watched her spit in disgust and walk away stone faced
His legs raised stiffly in the air and making not a sound
The creature lay on its back where force and gravity had it placed

Should I go closer or walk in the opposite direction?
Walked back to my desk, to look professional
But wondered about our savior’s reaction
Was it a hatred for rats or something more personal?
Haddy T Jobe Apr 2018
I left him in the alley
Derailed as much as me
I’d thought I’d won the lottery
When I met him by the sea

Thought he’d be a blessing
He’d give loving me his all
That he’d try to give me comfort
That our life together would be a ball

I looked and found him handsome
Decided not to consult my brain
But when dawn came
It revealed he was a pain


A wedding ring adorned my finger
Pretty irony indeed
For with its prettiness came much ugliness
Him behaving like a ****

Did nothing but hinder my progress
He had my success in a choke hold
Wanted me to be the adult
While he acted like a three year old

Demanding extra privileges
Expecting that I do his chores
To him I was daddy and mommy
I’d  simply had it with the tantrum wars

With his antics, I was fed up
A proper one hundred percent
I placed a notice in his window
Saying help wanted ‘’Job for rent’’
Haddy T Jobe Apr 2018
******,
You
Oh what a pig
Damaged me,
No longer as unbiased as I used to be
But I shan't complain
I'll just take you off like a wig
That I wish to return
And be careful next time not to let a first impression
Or something I thought was nice
Be the reason I let someone close enough
To shock or disappoint me
No more ''it's okay to roll the dice''
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 Aug 2018
A box full of nonsense words
The first word
SENSE
Haddy T Jobe Apr 2018
I love you

You don't know me

Are you just a crazy fantasy?

With your shapely ****
And that smile that makes me dream

Someday I will talk  to you
Haddy T Jobe Apr 2018
A far cry from fierce
Except by her stare
Fiery, fiery, fiery hair
A dragon with grace
A walk like a dance
Astute and well mannered, you can tell from a glance
LIE
Haddy T Jobe Oct 2016
LIE
To: You

It may be smaller than an atom or as minute as a whim
Or the only thing that’s keeping the light of hope from going dim
When you hear it repeated, it may fill your heart with glee
But even after all your wishes, a lie is all it’ll be.

You may breathe it to your pillow, or announce it to your heart
And it may keep you now from crying but slowly rip your life apart
In your hands is your undoing if a lie you choose to save
For truth has life eternal and mendacity’s bound to cave

Better to be honest now and always, with each breath to breathe the truth
To accept things as they come even if they come uncouth
Life’s a 2011 Kia Rio, lies will take it for a spin
Alas, if it had one distinct color, it would be that of sin.
Haddy T Jobe Jul 2018
The future is such a strange thing-we expect it to be there,    

Yet the concept of what it actually is is entirely left to our imagination, Hope and some kind of probability of fate that's probably too complex for us to fathom...
For beings who do not know for certain what might happen to them at any given time past the now...  
We're quite optimistic, don't you think?
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 May 2016
I miss the long and sunny laughs
The stars that would dance in your beautiful eyes
Your creased brow when you’d worry…

I think you when you travelled by
And when you heard a sad story how you’d blink and sigh
And the color of your old and beaten lorry…

Our townsfolk never knew you cried
You fooled them with that steely stare
They never knew who really lived down by that dusty road…

And parents would have loved to see me
Move away and earn a pay
To forget I ever saw the prince that was to them a toad…

But something great was in that man
And lives in him forever still
For me he was the alien ship that people call true love…

He brought a bow, gave me a string
And the will to capture everything I’ve ever aimed to catch
My fierce burning ambition, my calm and stately dove…

I tell you now of who he was
Of what I saw and felt and knew
And of all I’d give for that precious time past to simply borrow…


And when I’ve told you all he was
Of all I saw and felt and knew, I wonder did he know it too?
And if not, will I tell him then, when we meet on the morrow…?
Haddy T Jobe Aug 2018
As a willow wisps in a breeze uncertain
As it rudely pushes and pulls at a curtain
Of air in the house of the outdoors
She’s a temper more senseless than wars

Our miss has got reasons to pain
Causes that will dampen the rain
Disasters her constant alias
They burn hope like tissue in pyres

Good fortune to her is unknown
Her best friends her dumb and mute phone
And so I really don’t believe myself mistaken
In assuming that her smile’s painstaking

Lead lady of teary tale, Ophelia!
Twin in pain and tragedy to Miss Miserabelia.
Haddy T Jobe Mar 2016
Nails on a chalkboard....cops to a drug lord
straitjacket to a madman....to a hoarder,the trash can
Rain to a bird...going against your word
Bleach to a stain...morphine to pain
Fear to creatures feared....and to the orcs,treebeard

By: Haddy T. Jobe
Haddy T Jobe Aug 2018
When he is in a black mood
There is thunder and lightning

Sometimes he cries

When he is in a bright mood
There is sunshine and butterflies
It's dazzling and warm

My friend
He is beautiful and moody

My friend, the sky
Haddy T Jobe Jul 2018
To keep growing in knowledge and skill.
To help make the world a happier place for people(starting with those closest to me)
Because that will make me happy.
Happiness is important.
To me, it's the difference between an existence of staring blankly at the heavens and being able to appreciate and be blown away by its wonders.
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 Apr 2018
Bellows on sails
The warmth of the sun
The sound of the wind
In my ears when I run

Safety when there’s danger
The shade of a tree
Blossoms in the spring
A bird flying free

I see you out my window
When the sunrays kiss the glass
As birds fill the morning with glorious music
And dew drops adorn the grass

Reaching out and hoping
To maybe touch a star
I see you in everything beautiful
Be it near me or afar

Close my eyes and wonder
Could one be right and still be wrong?
If a should be happy ending
Is onions and a sad song
Haddy T Jobe Jun 2018
Align
A line
Waiting
Making
Contact
With fact
The fact
Is that
At the head of the line
when we align
Is a power
That can shower
Mercy when mercy is out
Then erase every possible doubt
Of his existence
Forcing out of pure logic, the admittance
That while the concept may seem odd
There does exist one GOD
Haddy T Jobe Aug 2018
Born again in a bent and broken world and still
I keep feeling the same...
Pain after pain, slowly pulsing, tightly curled...
Old days I'm re-living...pressure and confusion...
Always begging to be forgiven...all the time fear and every minute stress...
Jumbles, stumbles...a catastrophical mess
Surface broken and a million faults on my core
I'm sorry...I cannot live anymore
Haddy T Jobe May 2020
We breathe
Even when we're broken
I know now
What real pain is

It is the awkward silence
When I choose myself over you

And you hate me for it.
Haddy T Jobe Oct 2017
By the living never seen
No where has he never been
And has trouble hearing NO
Unless it's God who says so

He's never ever late
Such a definite part of fate
Boy, I really truly hate
That he doesn't warn or wait
Haddy T Jobe Oct 2017
True, he's such a gentleman for how else does he put us to sleep?
And make us so calm or appear to be to the people who bitterly weep...
He mightn't be nice or friendly but he's terribly good at his job...
Since the beginning of time he's been doing his rounds, no time to stop for the usual sobs...
He's everyone's neighbor but I don't care, where ever he likes to go, I'll never go there...
Like fire and ice I'll avoid him like hell...
But he's sneaky and tricky so you really can't tell...
From head to toe, dressed in ebony black...
So mean and lean, I bet he loves to snack...
On souls...young or old,doesn't mind in the least...
Deep inside could he be an unsavory beast?
Indifferent and cruel and used to getting his way...
Yanking souls from poor bodies every second of every day...
People tremble and shiver at the mention of his name...
Because his terrible nature has brought him great fame...
I love him little though I hate him not...
Because somewhere inside,surely sir death has a soft spot :) ?
Haddy T Jobe May 2016
As in an effort to kick effort out,You display theories in round about
And build hopes you aim to destroy,on a cloud you make believe is a metal alloy
And the bait you use is sweet talk,Kindness used cruelly to shock
Long hooks of iron that pierce,Aiming to please in a way that is fierce
With a chain mail character that’s just a smoke screen,Hiding the reality of where your mind’s been
Is not truth what’s in the essence of your word,When dishonesty is what your faculties herd?
Yet you’d have everyone believe,That if truth is ugly its better to deceive
Much better to out with it when it’s needed,Even pretty weeds in a garden get weeded
I’m poor if I fail to accept this,I’d rather the goodbye than the goodbye kiss...
Haddy T Jobe May 2016
Pierce you good with an arrow
Knock you down like a bowling pin…

Call up pain and marry sorrow
Because my spirit’s such that I’ll win

You’ve nails in the lid of a box
Have convinced all that that coffin is mine…

But like a key that blows up the locks
Think of me as that looming stop sign

That you shall face eventually, no doubt
It will **** the calm from your frame…

Call the truth from your treacherous mouth
That you may finally taste your earned shame…

And yet still he is luckier than I, He who’s bought a true heart with a lie.
Haddy T Jobe May 2016
Voices that had sounded real,now forgotten in my dreams
Open eyes have closed the doors to the world of the unseen
Memories  i’d  long since captured,lost in torrential streams
Kindness never shown when the world had seemed so mean

Friendship flawed...chances lost,battles never won
The door was open so the warmth flew out...and that’s why he is gone

Spoken words,yours and mine,just lines of ancient history
The life of them taken when care left my eyes and mind
Unfairness in cruel excess from your actions erased the mystery
It is the ghost of what i should have felt that can’t leave the shame behind

Feelings disregarded...time misplaced,a night without a dawn
I just stood and watched as he walked out...and that’s why he is gone
Haddy T Jobe Oct 2017
A twist of fate, I took the bait...
The impact like being struck by a majestic wave...
I reserved no shock, t'was all on my face...and no happiness could I save
I want an ending that's colorful but still,an ending's an ending...
Because I'm just like a letter that God is sending...
At a point all our lives must go through estimation...
And that's when God's letters reach their destination
Haddy T Jobe Jun 2018
It's so much better when they remember
Remember to care because you care
Than to have to use neuter gender
Alongside hostile glare

Less sillier to say hello
And try to coexist
Than act the part of Mr. No
And scrutinize guest lists

I'm human too, despise me not
Atleast acknowledge me
Don't act like you are all we've got
and nothing is all we'll ever be
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
Haddy T Jobe Aug 2018
Sixteen miles of walking along a road..
Rampaged by rampant thunder..
Think not lowly of the traveler then..
If he might fall or blunder..
For broken bones shant stop this man..
Nor will the anticipation..
Because he feels that torture or torment..
Is just part of education..
Haddy T Jobe Dec 2017
A loner with some friends, a pauper with a Benz
Is allergic to their mum, has no idea where they're from
Delivers speeches and is dumb, keeps all appointments and misses some
Has an over active mind and never thinks, hates unpleasant smells yet stinks
Such a conundrum in a person, like a case that seems to worsen
But instead of being peeved, I'm rather quite intrigued
Haddy T Jobe Aug 2018
I see a man in you, the man who fought for freedom
I know a man's in you, the man who longed for peace
I met a man in you, I knew he had a dream...
I want that man in you, to come forth and make a change
Haddy T Jobe May 2018
It's not everything I write I post
Each poem is a piece of me
Not every part can stand the glare
Of public scrutiny
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