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Jonathan Jun 2013
I figured, If they knew the truth they would change, maybe
Change comes as fast as the relief comes when you take a mans life,
Easy if your evil but hard if your right, or should I say righteous,
Their courtesy was always given but, with wrong intentions
Hate is in his heart and he doesnt see it, destruction in her's but she wont accept it,
Coming from a culture thats past was built on the destruction of others beliefs, hmp!?
When a man Loses his cause in life Hell turns to heaven,
If that means fighting for what he believes in.
And should it not? If being different is wrong then nobody should be right.
because no matter who you are, a man guided by his heart is never wrong.
Jonathan May 2013
A sly girl, ryhming so inteligently
Her mind finds ways in the words with no boundry
Carving each word to her feeling
Only to wish people could keep on seeing

A truth in side her damaged mind
that no man could ever heal her, only time
But fact is damaged was not her head
It was she was an angel wanting her wings to be spread

To help share the knowledge that she had
And though her many oppressors thought it bad
Like a angel would she grasp the hearts of the hopeless and sad
and gave them a reason to believe that not everyone in this world is savage

How brave you are, this angel that your able to counsel and still be factual.
And with a mind like yours nobody can stop you
Because hearts like your dont fall to simple traps..impromtues
Just hope you understand and my words and they dont fall through.
For thay girl she is a good poet.
Jonathan May 2013
Joy, shifts through my fingers, displaying true diapason
To all earth bound quality, I find truth in thw whispering wind,
Singing all true paroxysm of chaos into one binding solidarity.
For why I have benn this far? Faught this hard, Unmoved, swayed
By the pestamistic animals rotting away in this system of survival
Farther than the eye can see we run in hope of flourishing past our own beliefs.
A piviotal concept it is,  runing for deeper understanding and merriment
when the amaurotic people choose to not see it was in your hands the whole time.
I dont know the whole point of this piece is to help grasp that the manifastation of happiness is with you from the start.
Jonathan May 2013
Mind, Soul lost by the unsueing reality of deception

Bewildered, by change, unable to forget, forgiving's only inches from the pain

Strange trees seen in in this forest of lies, unable to see

What is real, and who will be real with this man's unbrageous heart

Knowing only who betrayed, blinded by who loved him once

Times are gone, for healing

Times for change swifty seize, a man's hope for redemption,

Light is seen through the darkness, sanguineness is in view now, for this betrayed soul

Grab hold, never let go

For fear of no return, to plummet in a perpetual state of disatifactory,

The man just wishes for happieness in a pernicious world
Be honest..what you think, this is my first public poem

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