It lost it's meaning
Their were drinking wine
Their thoughts of confusion
Of tarnished old turpentine
So dizzy and queasy
Their sick in bed
Sooner not so late
They'll all be dead
It doesn't excuse them
They sealed their fate
They all be dead
Sealing their own fate


By,

John P. Pierre
Evanston, IL ©Saturday, August 01, 2015 on http://www.hellopoetry.com

I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song
My woven whispers ****** ways and words
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong
Be part of an inner circle and be heard

Write with me, no lines will be false or blurred
Together we will create and be strong
There’s no need for pleasure to be deferred
I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song

I have been sad and alone way too long
Belonging together is most preferred
Creating brings joy, won’t you come along?
My woven whispers ****** ways and words

Take a chance and your senses will be stirred
Part of our circle, not lost in the throng
We are more together, grace is conferred
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong

All ideas are welcomed, no thought is wrong
Just know this; your spirit won’t be interred
May our venture be successful and long
Be part of an inner circle and be heard
I am the Poet

krs
July 21, 2015

Getting her naked
shaving ***** hairs
Feeling her dripping
Way down there
Hearing her whisper
An ******* sigh
Watching her finger
Go deep inside
Watch heSociety's Blame
I heard a girl crying
Do you know her name
They brought her in bleeding
It's bringing down the rains
I hear the neighbors crying
The middle of the streets
If she should pass away
I beg don't take away sweet
There must be a change
From the criminals own mind
We'd rather see them die
Then losing an innocence own time.

By,

John P. Pierre
Evanston IL
©Monday, July 27, 2015

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