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to all the mothers in the world-who are raising their liitle
boys and girls.-it is plain to see that you have a tremendous responsibilty.
whether we are single or with a spouse
have an apartment or a house.
not many people know the pain you go through.
except the ones who are close to you.
when you are single and no one to give a helping hand
and no one to encourage you-or ease your pain.
it will never be the same-as someone with a caring spouse
who is a man and not a louse.
you struggle to give them all you can without the help of a man.
for there are very few men who will take on the responsibility
of raising someone else's kids.
unless they are in the same boat as you-and don't know
what to do raising his children on his own-in hopes that
they will be big and strong-and for them to see-he is holding his responsibility.
so if this man and woman can join forces as one
there is nothing under the sun-that can shake their faith
in the one up above-for he has given them this love.
and for the women who do have a man to share
the responsibility.-don't ever set them free-
because what you give up today
some one else will pick up the slack, and never give him back
A tidy hole between the middle of your chest,
Snapped behind a vest from whence poets did inspire.
Red ****** mire!
It beats silently, yet with heartbrakes destruction violently it screams!!!
It gives life to newborn's dreams, and it can betray you as another..
Choose wisely who you give it to, it might lead one asstray!!
Born tommorrow, dead today..have you found what's important yet?
No I bet...
For the master architect sculpted you this fine vessel, where your treasures you keep locked away by key, can be unopened by the dawn heaven sprinkled!!
Where does thine own treasure lie oh man?
In the heaven's?
Or moss eaten, and dust corrupted, stored away upon this earth!!!!
 May 2015 Jack Thompson
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Thinking
 May 2015 Jack Thompson
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One of those people that I need to get away from
Is you.
One of the people who make me feel high
Is you
There is an effect your words have on me
I can't stop listening
To be free I am poised towards you
Instead I run away to be free from the truth
That love conquers me

This is the first day with you
This is the last day I will be without you
Home is alone with you
Senses drowning in your warm presence
It's an ocean
Pure and true
There is only you
In my mind
In my hand are the lines to a song
You will sing with me won't you?
There is nothing left to give
That you would not lose
You will sing won't you?
With me in this protest
Against the choices they are making
Oh my god, I am through being alone
Being without you
The time has come for me to live with the population
My spirit, the death of me, has gone to be with you
Only my body remains without you
Give me something to be with
Your words last forever, I'm serious
Give me someone to be with
"Adults don't cheat, children are weak"
Don't say, you agree.
There is no more child left inside of me
How can we be
Freedom tastes like it smells
Hope as perfume fills my nostrils
Memories of you, I keep flooding back to you

One of those people that I need to get away from
Is you.
One of the people who make me feel high
Is you
There is an effect your words have on me
I can't stop listening
To be free I am poised towards you
Instead I run away to be free from the truth
That love conquers me
Concentrate lips,shuttle kiss to fly you to outer space..
Two separate lovers, one entity to gather in one trace..

A child's place, the third heaven, not the in between... For fruits do grow here, no dispair... A land of gold and green..

Rosebuds to wrap their vines between there locked in thighs, immaculate conception of reasonable neutrality!!

Unspoiled sweated flesh to invest to one another...sister and brother do you hear what I mean?

Two lovers, both phenes of justice in ones arms../
Where trains take you to farms, not earthbound of course...

No shame, no remorse oh sadly looker, chefs shall be cookers,
Delighting treats of the six senses!!

Our blanket to be softly woven in by our own thoughts, where nothing is sold nor naught....

But given all freely.
 May 2015 Jack Thompson
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The ups and downs of a swing
Mirrors the mad ride of my befuddled heart
In one end, my face stretches to a jester's grin
In another my sadness leaps like a gray cloud
It's as if someone is playing, puppeteering my failing will
Pushing the limits of reason from my slipping mind
I seek for the answers
But only questions welcome me
Self-awareness has left, landing on a different plane
I am now in an island
Nowhere to walk on
Save for the abysmal, unclear waters
Of the inscrutable, irretrievable person
I once was
My all too familiar episodes of utter confusion and emotional instability are happening quite frequently, quite recently.
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