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Marco Jimenez Sep 2010
If the clear blue sky
And the stars of night,
Could combine together,
Then the sleep of stars
And the color of light,
Will have made the perfect weather,

Such weather in which
The sun and the moon,
Stop in the hour of twilight,
An hour in which
The creatures of day and night
Take flight,

The perfect hour
Extended until the end of time,
The perfect weather
In which I may take your hand with mine,

An ambient moment
To tell you one thing,
Under the twilight in the sky
And the winds that sing,

I will love you beyond the stars,
Beyond the oceans sleeping in the sky,
Beyond the light no shadow can touch,
Even beyond life after I happily die,
true love has no limit. if you disagree, then you know not what true love is.
Marco Jimenez Sep 2010
I wonder what it’s like to live for someone,
I could give it a try,
To live in their name,
And even to die,

I wonder if I could live in the forest,
Survive on what it wants to give,
Breathe for every day,
What an interesting way to live,

I wonder about the ocean,
Absorb the sun and the sea,
Travel the world,
Be completely free,

I wonder about the clouds,
Spread my wings and fly,
Be like a bird
Soaring through the sky,

I wonder
sometimes i just like to sit, stare into nothing, and wander off to the places my life might take me someday
Marco Jimenez Sep 2010
a fresh scent always comes from her hair,
and as i catch it i receive a blow to my chest,
it flows through the softness in the air,
such beauty that i can breathe at best,

it hurts my heart that she is oblivious to my love,
so painful to know i may never hold her hand,
and though i know i cannot hold her back,
i cannot bare to see her with another man,

because this man is not right for her,
he is not the man that she deserves,
i want to tell her so very bad,
but i am forced to keep my self in reserves,

it scratches my skin as i try to sleep,
it whispers into my ear every day,
it pulls my hair as i sit and weep,
it drains all my hope and strength away,

and i sit here staring at a picture of her face,
dreaming of the one i long to hold,
and i let go in this strange place,
as all my emotions begin to unfold,

so i must resort to simply dreaming
of one day meeting a girl that's for me,
i don't believe it's possible,
because how could something so perfect really be?
if i cannot have her then i must let her go. i deserve someone that i can touch and feel instead of simply dreaming.
Marco Jimenez Sep 2010
The jester dances
For his king host,
The king host asks the jester,
What makes you different from most?

The jester replies
In an interesting manner,
He bows forward
And taps his head with a hammer,

The king host laughs
then tells the jester to go on,
The king host then whispers to his queen,
Is this jester a *****?

The jester begins to dance
As he says aloud,
I am no more *****
Than wind is cloud

The king host keeps silent
With a puzzled look on his face,
As the jester dances and hops
All over the place,

The jester begins to speak again,
Oh people what you be?
You are what you are
And all that I see,

For look at our king host,
As I have perplexed his mind,
With simple words that I spoke
Not rude but kind,

Oh look a bee!
Look what I see!
So close to me!
So happily free!

Oh king host be as this bee,
Do not be thrown by a simple thing as me,
Oh king host be kind and wise,
For every man comes and dies,
Oh king host finish your war,
Win it with honor but fight no more,
Oh king host know your lands,
There is much to be offered from many hands,

As for me the jester,
I travel to the next king,
And I travel with a smile
As I dance and sing,
be the jester of your world. laugh, play, dance, and sing, but offer what wisdom you have by all means
Marco Jimenez Sep 2010
The walls are cracked
They’re stained with water
Don’t try fixing it
Just don’t even bother

The sinks don’t work
The pipes are always leaking
All the beds creak
I don’t even try sleeping

The doors won’t close
The handles won’t stay
The grass won’t grow
It just rots away

Every window is broken
If not shattered
Its always so cold
As if it ever mattered

All the paint is chipping off
All the wood is breaking apart
It reminds me of my wounded body
It reminds me of my broken heart

It reminds me of myself
Of what I’ve come to see
That this broken home
Is a reflection of me
the worlds we live in are reflections of ourselves.
Marco Jimenez Sep 2010
go to bed
go to sleep
go to school
don't weep

follow the rules
don't disobey
do what we want
or you'll be cast away

get good grades
learn what we choose
don't follow your heart
or else you'll lose

the world is not nice
it's completely cruel
don't fight it
don't be a fool

i am older so i am smarter
you are younger so you are dumber
because to us
you are just another bar code

we are your owners
you obey our command
we created you
we brought you into this land

we can destroy you
we can unplug you from the wall
no one else is in control
no one at all
sometimes the kids who have nothing are the kids who seem to have everything. a lot of people just want robots but all kids want childhoods.
Marco Jimenez Sep 2010
feel your flow,
feel who you are,
feel the light
that connects every star,

create your waves,
your body of emotion,
your passionate love,
your powerful devotion,

lift your spirits,
be as the kind river,
move with its motion,
don't be afraid to sweat or shiver,

breathe the wind,
the calmness of the lake,
the beauty of the forest,
the sweet melody you make,

listen to the water,
listen to the trees,
listen to the earth,
and be the mind that it frees

fall into a dream,
close your eyes,
be quiet and calm,
as you soar the skies,

reach out your hand,
think of who you are,
and when you open your eyes,
you'll be holding onto a star,
i always enjoy going to many different places just to close my eyes and listen to all the life i can hear around me. its my meditation. you can discover a lot about yourself when you really focus.
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