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you have not held anything close to your heart since that night.
you hellhound. you dog of war. you *******. you absolute fool.
when did a knife to your throat become your hail mary?
when did the blade become your prayer?
justice, oh, they talk about justice
and it makes you want to laugh
there is no justice in this world, only
judgement.
this gun in your hand is the reckoning that you have needed for years.
you are his punishment.
(and, for all your sins, is he yours?)
Stacking a thousand ladders over one another and piling dozens of chairs
You still cant touch the moon
You can only dream under it
But the view from up here is closer than before and farther from the ground
The air is colder up here
And you feel more free
And you are legitimately over those who walk
And you realize that the only reason you feel free is because you feel you have the choice.
The choice
To let go of these railings
And the realization that you are in control of your life
That nothing's holding you down there
That nothing's holding you up here
But the will to hold on to life
Or to let
Go
 Nov 2016 John Hawkins
hannah way
I'll make you breakfast for dinner
I'll kiss your lips when you walk
through the door
I'll hang our photos on the walls
so neither of us are ever alone
I'll wake you up when your alarm doesn't
I'll dance around the kitchen in your boxers
laughing and singing
I'll plant a blackberry bush in our garden
I'll love you
I will
h.w.
(real rough draft)
 Nov 2016 John Hawkins
Summer
You’re made out of stardust
And little pieces of time
Strung together
Forever and infinite.
 Nov 2016 John Hawkins
maxime
puzzle pieces fit together perfectly
or so they should
sometimes the pieces are laid out perfectly
each delicately handled with care and slid together easily
sometimes the pieces are scattered haphazardly
thrown aside and yanked back and forced to fit together
each method creates a picture
beautiful and original, yet grotesque and obsolete
if beauty is in the eye of the beholder, who is to say which is which?
sometimes the puzzles that are aligned perfectly are disappointing
they are drab, dull, ordinary
and sometimes the puzzles that are forced together are enticing
they are alluring, captivating, enchanting
so next time chose to force a two pieces together
surely you'll find something new that's better than before
 Nov 2016 John Hawkins
Traveler
Did I tell you my truth
Did I tell you my lie
Does it matter to you
If I keep it inside

We all get to know
These things in the end
Does it matter to you
If I only pretend

I read what you said
About writing the truth
And how
Creativity is measured
Under your roof

But here in the real world
There's no reason or rhyme
Why must you be
Yourself every time?

Sure
It all sounds good
The rules that you make
Stuck in your boxes
Lost in your faiths...
Traveler Tim
2014
What has truth to do with creativity?
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