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  Sep 17 Jude Rogers
Dracol Noir
Look under the bed
But don't touch the floor.
Many tears to shed
But don't go knocking at the door.
The title is just a name I thought up of, it's not a film, book or anything at all.
Jude Rogers Sep 17
net-zero!c by!c 2050
no GARBAGE need iq
love right so you understand
wire a peculiar poem
YOU like this if good thats right
i understand you are heartbreaker
if i dont like this write that poem
you were luck thats you believe this
were you your friends
thats you it stink
if i would i would say
dont you sooo this
furthermore to you it very high
is this your lads
aint that
are am to no
like a dadaist poem but i sorta chose what order to arrange the words in
  Sep 17 Jude Rogers
J Drake
A father looks deeply
  into the eyes of his son,
He speaks soft and sweetly:
  "Child, my days are done."

"I've loved every moment
  From the day that we met.
The day of your birth,
  And I'll never forget,
You told me you loved me
  Without using words,
I gave you my heart
  And you gave me the earth.

"And though my life's ending,
   I want you to know,
This is the beginning,
  Of life on your own.
So hear me right now,
   With these final breaths,
And I'll tell you how,
   Your life shall be blessed:

Sing with the water,
  Dance with the bees;
Travel the world,
  And sail on the seas.
Learn to enjoy
  The moments you have;
For now is eternal,
  Yet time moves so fast.

"Learn to love,
  And love to learn;
Light your passion,
  And let it burn.
Reach someone,
  Touch longing lives;
We are all one,
  Together we fight.

"Let go of hurt,
  Learn to forgive,
Understand others,
  We're all new at this.
One day you'll see,
  You'll blink and wake up;
And then you will teach
  Your son to grow up.
  Sep 12 Jude Rogers
J Drake
Faith. Hope. Love.
I don't have answers. I don't really know much.
But I know that those things ignite something in your heart, casting away the darkness of fear and regret.

When the cobwebs in the basement are cleared, you find all your old dreams hidden in corners you forgot about.

And when you pound your fist in the dirt, and say enough is enough... I'm not here to survive, I'm here to LIVE... to laugh and play and realize my deepest passions... to find the ocean of joy and invite everyone I know to swim in it with me. To love myself daringly; to dance with the darkness of my fears and invite their lessons in.

Something doesn't have to change. Everything has to change.
I'm not interested in being right anymore.
I'm interested in being ALIVE.

When you commit these things to yourself, and fight for love, for hope, for the adventure of really living all the way... something happens.

Something flips inside you, and heaven begins pounding at your door.

Life has always waited patiently on you to stop waiting patiently.

Adventure isn't around the corner. It's hiding underneath your heart.

Right here. Right now.
The beating of my heart... measured into words. Happy New Year. Contact me at awakenedimagination@gmail.com to share your feelings on my work. :)
Jude Rogers Sep 12
i look close
and i look closer
until what i see is
tiny beads of light
red   green   blue
lots of them
i will try to forget about my 2nd poem and how weird its lol
Jude Rogers Sep 12
I try to avoid
Presence of any rhyme scheme
...accidents happen
tried to fit something bigger in  5-7-5  syllables, really makes you think
oh yeah by the way that weird form of writing in the last poem was one off lol
  Sep 12 Jude Rogers
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
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