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john p green May 2016
Only muddled worries of me,
prevent your ability to be.
john p green May 2016
Why does it matter the departure?
The first step ends in itself.
  May 2016 john p green
Pauline Morris
Like a scared little doe
You coaxed me into the field to go
You feed me every single day
All your sweet loving words it was such an array
You had me believing
You would never be leaving
Then one day with loving words still on your lips
You pulled the arrow off your hip
Pulled back your bow
Let your arrow flow
Right into my heart
But that was just the start
I didn't die
You only wanted me to cry
With every heart beat
The more I bleed
I slowly go insane
Whilst all the blood drains
And my heart again will turn to stone
I will now forever live my life alone
For you again have showen me
True love is just a fantasy
But for now I'm still bleeding out
Now all I can do is shout
To the heavens, God your so cruel
I'll just lay here and watch my blood, my love pool
I no longer belive in God, see babe you even took that too
No more hope, no more faith, no more love, you took it all, I'M THROUGH!!
Sitting by the window
of a one engine plane
Thinking to myself
this is insane

The instructor got up
and opened the door
“Step up to the line”
marked on the floor

Jump off the edge
hands by your side
Falling so quick
like a bird I will glide

The wind whistling in my ears
sounding like a flute
Now the time has come
to open up my chute

Body rips violently
up towards the sky
Glad that it opened
now I won't die

Spiraling down
without saying a word
Knowing what it feels like
to fly like a bird

Before you know it
here comes the ground
Make a soft landing
without making a sound

Back to the hanger
my chute I will tote
I'd do it again
If I get to vote
john p green May 2016
I held the firefly jar
So tight
It broke in my hands
All my wishes
Took flight
john p green May 2016
Might I describe with a slightly cracked mind that simple act of coping with the tiny fact of how I must not overreact knowing I might become blind while waiting for that abstract moment to arrive whereas I am entitled to act highly surprised when you finally dial back...
Aye!  I lost track.
john p green May 2016
Guess I'm already there
It wasn't forced upon me
Still you wonder and stare
Don't care if you believe
Asking how it feels in here
My soul response to this is
Simply reach in if you dare
If not go find a *** to ****
You'll find that simple fare
What draws me back to this
My reply is back from where
So fond of this profoundness
Once again goes another stare
Do we keep striking matches
Till the wee hours of the night
Or play with Celestial cherubs
Swayingl gently toward light
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