Jon Martin

Jon Martin Dec 2012

I had to write for you, love,
Because sometimes a father must
Hide the things that hurt you,
And your pure unflinching trust.
The gentle hugs, the softest laugh,
I take in all I can.
But now I must be honest, dear,
Your father's just a man.
I've loved and laughed, cried and hurt,
I've seen miracles come true,
But know this child, from all I've seen,
There's no miracle like you.
I'll always try to be there,
To be everything you need
I'll always fight beside you,
And for you gladly bleed.
But when the watchman comes,
And it's time to say goodbye,
Know this then, when I am gone -
You're the reason I'm alive.

This was written in a very dark time. The last two lines are pretty literal.

Jon Martin Dec 2012

Daughter

Someday, you will find these words,
And I hope you find them wise.
Someday you will read this verse,
With old, and tired eyes.
One day I will write a song,
That's happy, just for you.
And if you've ever known me, love,
You'll see me in that, too.

Jon Martin Dec 2012

Armageddon

How would you behave,
If the world would end tonight ??
Would you tell youself you've mended
Pretend everthings alright ??
Have all your thoughts been righteous ??
Have you prayed to the right god ??
Have you had enough that's normal,
Have you had enough that's odd ??
If all the journeys end
In one swiftly sweeping smite,
Would you cry a lover's tears ??
Or would you try to last the night ??
Can you look me in the eye
And say there's no one else ??
Because if you can I'll let you
Watch me end the world myself....

Jon Martin Dec 2012

Remembery

Tonight these pictures flashing past
Souls repose, and lying last,
To quiet down my minds desire,
And let this silent prayer expire.
My heart keeps pumping, blood and thought,
How never any ending wrought
The dreams I chased in days of youth,
And in this ending softly soothe
My bent and old, and brittle mind,
This peace brought forth for just a time.
As silent pounds the rain outside,
So my giving slowly dies.
To pour myself from out this cup,
One silent tear seems not enough...

I do not remember writing this...thus the title. Kinda wish I did, tho'...

Jon Martin Dec 2012

I refuse to title this

This coffee-stained late night existence, an experiment
in progressive technocracy. An amazing, affluent proverb
of modern disfunction. So many late nights swilling the
mis-brewed staple of societal vampirism. Those forgone,
unsung antithesis of the conscious, diurnal homosapien.
To pretend problems non-existent, to daydream as that lazy
star sleeps, to truly feel sibling to the moon. Mood is the
monster that begat me, these creatures of the ambience of
dark. Nowhere - NOW. I give thanks to have finally hidden
from the beast that can't find me. I am what I decide, a dawn
of infinite potential, and the opportunity to spend an entire
night in preparation....

No, seriously, this has no title.

Jon Martin Dec 2012

Bill

Tracing every line
Of the picture that you drew,
The flesh I'd give, to have you back,
The needle digs into.
I will gladly bear the mark
Of the burden that you bore,
I'm sorry if I let you down,
The price I'd pay for one day more...
It's too late now to show the things
I tried so hard to hide,
I'm glad I said I love you,
While you were still alive.

Jon Martin Dec 2012

Not worth a title

So many things I thought I'd find,
But never here, and never mine.
Left alone to find my way,
These prices I could never pay.
So all I ask is help me stand,
'Cuz I don't know how much I can.