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John B Oct 2015
Its the way you move

like the wine in my glass

As if beckoning for review

And so it started with your legs

Black heals on gray hose

Hide porcelain from prying eyes

Your skirts flow keeping drafts in mind

Are you wind?

Are you water?

Nourishing my soul through tired eyes

You hung your blazer at the bar and sat

Your shoulders bearing weight still

As if natural

Such beautiful resolve

I found myself here next to you then

And you ordered my bottle

The least I can do is pay

Now will you share a glass or send me on my way?
She was working in the herald building, has a man, more serious then she is, I told her that wasn't something to complain about as long as he's well grounded, he wants kids! Strange but he's not in a rush so I taught her the red flags to look for and wished her the best of luck, she apologized for wasting my time but It was worth the hug you wonderful woman! I genuinely hope you get your happily ever after! Whoever you end up with in the end! Hopefully with not so much heart brake and worry on the way there as there was on the way here...
John B Oct 2015
If you sit and listen

If  you clear your mind and wait

Only then it speaks
You don't need to say anything, if you needed to tell it what you need it's clearly not all that, know yourself and pay attention, there's no mistaking another's voice in your head.
John B Oct 2015
Noon sun alarms chime

No shadows on the ground

Be on guard

You never know what's coming

Marching

Flying

Crawling

Running

Storming the compound
John B Oct 2015
Consecutive concurrences countermand consciousness

Rigorous rigmaroles retrofit repertoire

Imbeciles indoctrinate ignorant individuals

Meanwhile melancholy's making moves

Entities entering earth envelope empties easier
otherwise unlimited potential converted into cheep labor, just like that.
John B Oct 2015
Crumpet!

Come sit.

Tell me all about it...

Drinking alones for killers, melancholy and alcoholics.

Man trouble? That's sad.

Dad trouble? That's bad.

Real trouble's I'm nabbed?

Too good to be gratis...

Your mother taught you well.

I'm only fun on the Sabbath.
Drunk on sacrament, I meditate on the musings of Omar Khayyam and hit on any women in shoes, how do you spend your weekends?
John B Oct 2015
Cure for the long sick silent planet

Purge of two thirds

Rivers run red

Rise of the once meek disenfranchised masses

Apotheosis epoch of unchecked violence

A war to end all wars

Can't you hear the trumpets sounding

keeps me awake at night starring at my lance
Not yet, hold on, keep breathing, it's coming...
John B Sep 2015
Blinded by big brother's burnings

Bummed about all bummed out

Blithering babblences at brothers

Burying closet bone sets

Bleeding pink, Bonaparte

**** smoke medium scrying wind waves

Bark at the moon like a ****** green knave

Battle calls but no battle found

Brake the silence, breath the ground
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