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john p green Apr 2016
When do I decide not to?
Is it my choice or merely a ride?
Thou shalt grant thy wishes.
Or merely reside within.
Sometimes too many questions.
Haunting you till the end.
Because just for that reason.
That reason simply put.
Let bygones be bygones.
Or another drag from cigarette.
At this point not quite sure.
Could be nonsense or...
Or... possibly the closure.
Let's not fantasize.
Or even be false in nature.
Simply let yourself realize.
You are you and you and...
john p green Apr 2016
Can you cradle something so deep that you desire for more?
Ever been there and done that?
Leaves you asking does it?
When, oh when shall it arise?
Only you know when, and you know.
Could be in that passing stranger.
Or simply that kind gesture.
For no one really, really knows.
If you know please share.
Not just to me but the world
Many eyes need opening
Many souls come alight
That's all goodnight!
john p green Apr 2016
Can dignity befriend me as I gasp?
Will you forgive knowing my past?
Fearing this gasp will be the last.
Will forever always haunt me?
Or simply grant me trespass.
john p green Apr 2016
Readjustment means just that
Visualize then calibrate or cool compromise
Do forgive if I'm incorrect
For I tend to go astray
Aren't we all placed here to play?
Just once release that loose spirit inside
Let it lay no longer with lost things you hide
john p green Mar 2016
Can you tell me your secret?  When can I tell you mine? Who decides?  Which daemon resides when you are that chosen vessel and can not speak.  While it watches you and attempts to play.  Was I there for you or simply that pawn to ******.  Do it and I dare not taunt.
john p green Mar 2016
(A chipping occurs, particles fall forward.  Trapped on the Isle where thoughts cannot bounce.)

...Seeing a change, I wake from the protectional glow.
A light not unlike the warmth of mothers caress.
Only to find that my world is lost to me...

...Surprise, fear, many others crowd about my vulnerable form.
Living the uniform life to the best of knowledge.
Aware of the fall always preying in the shadows...

...Attempts prove futile, while depression blankets my cold,
dying glow...
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