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1.7k · Jul 2017
If the ocean could speak
Jean-Pierre Jul 2017
I am water I am no friend
I am no foe
I do not die I do not live
They fear me they adore me in the same hearts of passion.
I would not boost about my purity I will not rejoice bout my power.
My deepest depths are dark and hidden who dare to go there or beyond.
Consistency and balance though is not my virtue.
I heed to a few laws to head my flow.
It can not change learn them my princess then see me again and understand. Who am I to teach you seeing all your fury and might.

I would wash and gently break down over time even the hardest of stone till all remains is powder
And dust.
I am naked they see through me they trust me enough to live in me.
Sometimes even I bring death and life my methods always changing.
They live because of me they die because of me
I filled up many sees because of the tears they cried for the death I brought.
They yearn for me and cry for me I don’t have to tell them anything their fathers learned from me all to be said in the beginning of ages before time.
I am everywhere always changing and moving. My children are born in the morning due my fathers stand unmovable in north and south of the poles of this world.
If you try and control me if you try to hold me make sure you have no cracks in the frame I love to serve you
I love to embrace but the smallest of cracks causes me to break in with power and might
who can then stand in my way
My anger always dies down I always return to tranquility only to wait again in rivers of peace for my new master.
If the sea could speak I imagine it might sound like this. I am starting my internship in marine conservation. to follow my journey come say hi at jppyper.com
1.4k · Mar 2017
Passion in the Gym
Jean-Pierre Mar 2017
JP Pyper

There's fire in my soul.
From the heavens she flowed
She betters my best.
She bridles the beast.
I feel her heat in every set
I touch her flame in every rep.
It burns
It purges
She leads me to perfection
She enfolds me in her affection.
I feel her fingers of fire
Blaze through me
As she trace each fiber
And she sculpture every muscle carefully and patiently
A never ending flame in her embrace
As I raise the weights to touch her again and again.
And I die to self each time we touch.
I wrote this poem in the gym. I have a cool pic of it on my face book wall you can find me in my link below through my volunteer work Everyone hurts in the gym  the way you see pain will determine if you grow or fold. If you like my poem please show your appreciation by having a look at my volunteer work. https://www.gofundme.com/volunteer-work-to-help-our-oceans
509 · Jul 2017
The voice of a flame
Jean-Pierre Jul 2017
I am fire I move ahead
I stand alone
I am no friend
I am no foe
I can not die I would like to think
They fear me and adore me from the same pool of thoughts.

I am energy and purity
I am power and consistency
I represent balance and obscurity
In my vengeance and fury
I bring purity
I purify and purge I am my own light
Don’t make me fight.

I am dressed in the most expensive array
Clothed in the fairest and rarest of rare
My train goes before me and behind me and all around me of which the end can not be seen neither the start.
I am dressed in glory do not touch me in case you die and we become one.

In my stand I am alone.
All I touch turns to dust.
I bring death I take it in me
In me death is born again.
New life is birthed from the death within.
I sculpture and mold and in ashes alone

I yearn to tell them the clay I use for my sculptures and art is made in tears.
It can not be done other by the tears from a yearning soul.
I am everywhere you did not know?
Bring me close to death
I enter your world through a spark a bolt from the sky the flick of a switch
I arrive when I am called

You have to learn don’t stand in my way I will exalt myself and you will die
Don’t try to control me don’t contain me cause I will rise up in vengeance and fury
I will break through in rage and passion
359 · Jul 2017
words
Jean-Pierre Jul 2017
Rhythms and rhymes
descriptions and desires
All embrace and entwined in
Rhytmic motions celebrating
creation




Waiting
When words become inadequate and time
Stood still it could still not be the end
Of my love for you
I’ll wait for you on top of the mountain
I’ll wait for you in the mids of the storm
I’ll Wait for you till all days are full
Maybe then you’ll know what I see in you
Every moment that I wait for you makes me appreciate you More
every moment I wait for you makes me value you more
Every moment that I am away from you causes my love
To mature,
Waiting for drains all my strength
Waiting for you dazels my mind could you show up in time.
That we could be together forever for all to see
Waiting for you
Will it last a love that’s made in heaven
Only when I could be with you we’ll see
282 · Jul 2017
words
Jean-Pierre Jul 2017
Rhythms and rhymes
descriptions and desires
all embraced and entwined
in rhythmic motions
celebrating creation.

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