What if love gave way to hate, and hate as equal to love

What a wondrous deed it would be!

To leave Athena confounded in the heavens above

The gods suspended among amusement and jealousy

How tranquil would the movements of adoration and goddess be

If hate were thief to an expression called love

"An expression called love" -JP

If the sun shone a little less you would leave it behind
If the moon became unfaithful you would abandon your forgiveness

Sometimes life forgets to keep on living
If only death could forget to keep on dying
I wish our breath could part ways with the kinship of sighing

And that disappointment would move just a few doors down

While there is hope in need of mending
Stitching together a promise that never stopped believing in the hem of tomorrow
I, yes I… have found a friend in the depths and lakes of sorrow

So my dove
Won’t you swim good
And carry us straight on til morning    

"My Dove" -JP

I could use a dose of gray
A little pepper of gloom
The heavy rain of a thousand skies
Or the four corners of a windowless room
I could use a dab of dark
An intriquite weaving of color
Steal a shade of black
And coerce it into another
I could use the oceans darkest hours
Or the deepest regrets of the night
I would love to meet blues sinister side
Or the pigment of Lizzy’s flower
As if gray in every shade were the only primary color
I could use some heavy rain
“Heavy Rain” -JP

Then what is a door that is open
With beauty before me I walk
Though I go drunken to her door
Beaten and black
Guarded by brilliance
Here I am there you are
One hand on the trigger one hand on the hand  
Let both of us together leave our lives
Wealthy and wine flushed
Who would exchange compassion for a drink
Oh Lord almighty who hast formed us weak
I will have done with it I will not stand
The pain is real here's your life’s end  
It is over, what is over?
The door is closed

"Finale" -JP

Our words often create a barrier
Weather mis-communication or dialect of the carrier
We are often mistaken in our strive to be understood
And our attempts to erase preconceived ideas often do us no good

But language has a Jackal side
One of divine intent and clarity
One we take a little pride
When we are understood quite sincerely

A bridge over mote is our words
We let others in with every noun and every verb

For how we think and how we speak, is a narrator to how we act
And unlike words on paper, words once spoken we can never fully take back  

Our language is a weapon but more discreet than not
Because the barbs of our words catch every idea and every thought

Verbal homicide leads to dismantle and disgrace
It’s the instigator of hate crimes, discrimination and slavery of a race

Language is a lover, the reconstruction of your ruins
Language is the difference between being animal and barley human

“Barley Human” -JP