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Raindrops up above, concrete down below
Whistles in the air
And then I realize
There’s me, there’s me
Walking down cold streets
Breathing down some air
Feeling a gulp on my hair
The wind feels so fair
And then I realize
There’s me, there’s me
I let the world continue to brush my hair,
The wind’s my compass and my fairy
***** of newspaper scrambling by the streets
I take some knowledge, I take some air
This very moment is what I wear
No rush
No rush, just smile and take a mighty hush
As a reminder to always stay focused in the present moment.

Copyright ©2015
Knocking from the dimmest level
The wisest gate speaks without rejection
Encourage me to levitate within you
So that you and I, together
Shall break the complicated walls of reality

Mystic gate don't give away my destiny
Only give me the strength to accrue
For every minute that I am weak
Bring the crimson flames within me to burn in streaks
To that, I shall rise from the ground
And hold the smile that hides the frown

And in the center of this holy ground
Kismet will gather your every sound
Blow an echo from above
Until the sound of melody strikes around
Around the gates of where I stood

With the motion now set in place
Raise the spectrum to the skies
As I feel my endurance boldly shine
Let my life finally begin anew
For I shall now venture in this vigorous mood
I seek this new comfort in my body and mind
Secured in a world where all is good
John Archievald Gotera © 2013 - 2015

This poem is available in my poetry compilation book, The Home of Carmine Red.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/282380
To break the rules of reality,
I cheat all those all around me
Regardless of how sagacious I may be,
Only fools are mesmerized of those who behold me
I prance and dance on the open sea
Like a basilisk, but I remain afloat
With blessing’s curse, I cannot be washed ashore
Witnessed the many who drifted off beneath
As they recycle down below the abyss
Once more a rebirth of you, the only one I truly miss
I recognize you
Morph to something anew
You don’t remember me, but I remain the same
I float on the pinnacle of the sea
And yet, I’m envious of you
Eons and eons of my demise
Patience, a virtue
In tune to my existence
As I continue to observe the world,
Keeping watch of your perpetual transmogrify
This poem is available on my poetry book compilation, Misty Dawn Road.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/254141
Living in a world of invertebrates
A shadow that reeks cologne
Upon those who reek none
The benefactor of the scent
Is for himself, herself, both, or nil?
A fool in the box
No time to help
But time enough away for a guilt to shine
But outside shines introspection?

A plastic model
No generosity for a spine
Two hands in beyond displace
A smile where it should grace
Asleep in a heart of a child
John Archievald Gotera © 2015

This poem is available in my poetry compilation, One Flesh One Bad Costume.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/544548

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