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john shai May 2016
The sound of the refrigerator is all I hear
It is the music of the movement of a tear
As it glides over a cold cheek bleak
Tones of deep sombre blues reek

A song so dark and depressing
It is the chant of the power of caressing
My cheek with a single tear
The sound of the refrigerator is all I hear

The ever present music just might
Make me lonesome tonight
john shai May 2016
man
There is a type of admiration
Which transcends love
My friend's dad
A man with a mustashe
And an honesty
To tell the truth
In stories of the past
And laugh wholeheartedly
At comical remarks
A confidence.

It is a love which is different
It is a respect
A desire to understand
And peer into
Rather than touch
The edge of his garment

A patriarchel dominance
Both strict and calm
Which portrays a godlike figure
Like a wise old man from the east
Except he's from Namibia
And he's been divorced

But I admire him
Like a soldier admires his superior
It is a love which is not love
It is admiration
Of a character
john shai May 2016
The world was determined
To be where it was that day
And so each time sinned
Was inevitable in that way

The master of puppets
Thus the plot twister
Blows the trumpets
At the evil mister

Who killed a protagonist
Then himself hanged
Thus an antogonist
Inevitably becomes determinist

When he finaly does see
He is not free to be
While the protagonist
Rises up free

Into chaos
The arms of uncertainty
john shai May 2016
A young man asked me about lucid dreaming
I said it's no falsity and he said seeming
To imply that I should teach him,
"Can it be done without like a small amount of screaming?"

"Yes", I said, but beware the devil for he
Is in the method you shall need to be
applying to get it right.
"You mean the devil totally is real and he will come for me?"

"No no child, for God's sake!" The devil is in
the method of checking reality akin
to checking a lion for lice!
"You mean to say, the devil lies in the way I think?"

"Well there you go son." As you test reality daily
you will realise how unreal it all is
and thereby you will learn
that evil can be bliss.

"Groovy"
john shai May 2016
There was something about you
Like a house with an open door
A window with a vision
A room with a burning fire

Therefore my desire

Can a man like me enter?
Cold from winter's chill
No offering of rent
Just my weary worn out

Labour I'll give witout doubt

You took me in
Gave me a meal
And showed me the value
Of eating with knife and fork

It's a pity I'm not a dork

I'm incapable really
I eat with my hands
And wipe my hands
On my sweater

You deserve better

So I left
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