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John Allen Dec 2013
Propagated footfalls build a steady rhythm.
The path filed down
The grass and dirt are beaten
No one treads lightly.

In defense, Stones emerge
unburied – revealed,
emerged, appeared,
Rising into shoes.
The rubber always stomps the trail out.

The end
Off in the distance can
Shut out the world but don’t
Let the journey be overshadowed
John Allen May 2012
Lightning, the perfect light
A flash and gone
                             Darkness rules
                             We Seep into every space with only
                             A flash Before youre taken
Crawling to a stop they look around for the noise
                             It will be too late

As if them ever had enough time
Shirley always too busy for them
Peter needs friends not them

Them don’t even want them
Them look forward to work
Business takes them’s time away

                             Darkness does not care
                             We will take your time

Them’s attention is too short
But them will always try
Shirley never wanted to go
Peter always just sleeps

      With your eyes dark
Light brings understanding

Not tonight only flashes of un dr stnd g
Storm
       Make light fade
Wipe faster
Not enough for clarity
Constant rhythm
Cheat
Get caught
Them are perfect
Shirley and Peter are dark
no A no way
life needs A’s, light needs S
neither come

Flash: Shut up Peter!
Flash:Quit bickering!
Flash:like you two are e  am  pl s
Screeching Stopped
Cabin light on: get out now!
Finish this?
You never finish anything
This trip will finish now

Shirley hates this
Men never happy as bravo male
Its dark, them can we just go?
Off they go into the south looking

Flash: Turn!
Too Late

Don’t always trust your light
Seeing everything does not cl r fy
                                 We know
Seeing, Turning makes them whole
                                 We Rule the road
John Allen Jan 2014
Never-ending anthem of youth
Sing your tune
la da de
la de da
Can you not hear it?

Don't worry only a few do
the rest simply act it through
John Allen May 2012
Count your self small
among the lights
What do
you know?
Looking, seeing,
nothing
All is vast in that
emptiness
John Allen May 2012
Begin:
Before Birth

Platypus
Came to America
Sent to celebrate my birth
He was small by monetary holds

Heart is all
First gift full of heart

End:
18 years of lies?

Platypus
Rests in a home
Placed to mark a pairing
He is now a small piece seperated

Heart is all
A token full of heart
John Allen Dec 2013
These 0200 mornings
starting the day
before even resting from the last
my mind races
calling forth all the seamless tales of old

These tales -> play
mistakes -> play
lies -> play
truths -> play
shes -> play

the criminating flashes propose punishment

a broken heart, trust in no one, faith only in deception, These mornings
all is not enough to appease my accuser
that is fine because These accusations were not placed face to face
These are just tales that repeatedly punish

a broken heart, trust in no one, faith only in deception, These mornings

a broken heart, trust in no one, faith only in deception, These mornings

a broken heart, cracked, and bleeding
These mornings

are you happy?
John Allen Dec 2013
Darker skinned breeds pale.
Those cold months are the worst. They say
“but you look so white”, the
insult
mixed breeds get. The sitting around,
lounging inside bleaches.
Indoors is to blame, something
surely created by whites to alter
the darker pigmented people. A created
space of normalcy, it requires upkeep
and a source from which to draw power.
Assimilate,
feel the fake light?
Satisfactory for who?
There is no greater trap.
You want confusion?
Step into a mixed breed’s mind.
The whole world becomes shades and I,
I am,
whatever the viewer wants, an in-between.
But winter,
So **** white,
She is the hardest.
John Allen Dec 2013
A fog crept down from the hills
Of our fathers. She stopped in fear,
Cowering before the bleakness,
I ate it whole.

My eyes see her,
But the world is not one-sided.

The sea lapped at the sand, slowly eating it away.
The quiet feast drained our beautiful discourse
But
Nothing will ever appease the sea

I say ever. It was never.

In the Amazon, exotic draws in its prey.
Not through attractiveness but through mystery.
I found your river its depths never touched,
Lying beneath are countless secrets.
Should I search for them? Solve all the problems?
For answers,
War will rage, countless will die.
War is what she never understood.
Its allure,
You think me sick, maybe.
But when I pass, lives will have changed, and she
She will be sitting not on a beach.
Not in the Amazon, not even among her hallowed mountains.
She will be a charmed snake, attuned to the flat never-
Ending expanse of world that grows and is harvested yearly.

We lived through fog.
Well,
I lived.
She crawled and hid
through the cacophony
Of hidden beauty.
Go out, live rough, take the hard road.
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