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Jun 2015 · 598
stories on tv
mark john junor Jun 2015
there are monsters out there
see them on tv
people killing people
people doing unspeakable things
and they make entertainment shows
with the stories of human monsters and the terrible things they do
make epic movies about it
maybe there would be less monsters in our world
if we didn't celebrate them
if we didn't have ten shows on television about killing
if there weren't all this glorification of death
maybe we should celebrate saving lives instead of taking them
find a way to celebrate beauty not death
May 2015 · 779
dance the summer day
mark john junor May 2015
long day shuffling back n forth
long day of seeing nothing but clouds
with dancing free on my mind
with dancing itching my feet
i want joy
i want to feel the wind in my hair
but i got a long day here
in the hot weeds
wont you ease my headache
wont you ease my weary mind
tell me the news
tell me whats a cookin in that beautiful heart of yours
show me the way home
lets dance together in the falling rain
and see the rainbows shatter on the morning sky
wont you show me the way home
show me the way to the beautiful dreams
lets dance the summer day
lets dance moonlight in each others arms
i want joy
feel the summer wind in my hair
but i got this long hour in the the hot weeds
waiting for you to rescue me
waiting to dance
May 2015 · 727
the peaceful way
mark john junor May 2015
pickin and singin with my good ole boys
what laughing we got we share
a song of the peaceful way
a song of the beautiful day
rich tapestry of song to be taken with such tender care
history behind each note'
a smile behind every lyric
listen to it dance in your heart
listen to it do its dance in your dreams
you know i got me a tune for every brother and sister
you know i got me a hippie song for everyone
let me share it with you
a song of the peaceful way
a song of the beautiful day
lets dance together with care in our hearts
lets find what a living thing this peaceful way is
what a wonderful way it should be
its a beautiful life this hippie thing
its a giving thing
its the only way to live
let me share it with all you now
let me sing you my little song
let me strike up a tune that you will see with your heart
a song of the peaceful way
a song of the beautiful day
May 2015 · 491
heart pure to the intent
mark john junor May 2015
she was down in the shadows
and there was nobody there to cry to
she just wandered the cool night
with a flare for the dramatic and a vision of the wild sea
i stood there on the sandy beach
my arms full of gifts of yesterdays funeral pyre
and a head full of dreams of her
she gave me five pieces of paper
each one was written in a strangers hand
each had despair written in invisible illustration
but i couldn't leave her that way
i had to help her
no matter the cost
money is clean if the heart is pure to the intent
sweet paradise can be if your in the right state of mind
she came down to the store
and with smiles in her hand
she shook me loose from my apologies
and with a grin she started to dance
with a grin she gave up the darkness
and in the night i found my voice
and so the flames of my words found the lovin dawn
turn to the darkness no more fair child
is what i said to her
no matter the cost
dance in the light
if your heart is pure to the intent
May 2015 · 517
unseasonal rain
mark john junor May 2015
out of season rain
falls steady on my roof
its pattern on the slate walkway is a confusion of circles
birds continue to sing
cars continue to speed by
it is only i that has ground to a halt by this
gentle downpour
rainy season isnt supposed to be here yet
so why have you clogged my day
with your wet bedraggled deluge
away with you rain
away with you
May 2015 · 957
optional titles
mark john junor May 2015
how do you feel
lost and alone at the end of your dime
someplace on the road between the here and the now
out of smokes and outa luck
barefaced to the carnival of night
the day passes slowly into the vastness of the past
hungry eyes puddled with traces of regret
for all the places you've been and think you belong
for all the treasures of the past yet to be plundered
and all the sweetness to which your heart has succumb
convinced of the need to find a home
a place to breath easy
you take a few tentative steps to the road
in hopes of finding its easier than it seems
to kickstart your old bones
and write a new tale for you to sing
how do you feel down here at the end of your last dime
finger-licking good or foretastes of gloom
waiting here for the prize you know aint comin'
waiting here for the explanation you aint buyin'
thin and looking a little like a ghost
see you on the other side
May 2015 · 555
carpet of dreams
mark john junor May 2015
like a carpet of dreams
woven from the purest hearts
stitched with the tenderest notions
only dreamers who are sweetly guided by
their inner truth could tread in her heart
her golden light dreamscape fraught with her desire for beauty
with her need for love's true dream
with her heart's lovingly crafted magical hope chest
where she has keepsakes of every lover she has known
where she keeps a smile from every friend she was blessed with
where she keeps a carpet of dreams
that she dances on in moonlight
May 2015 · 417
young man
mark john junor May 2015
so easy to believe
so easy to write it all off as illusion
so easy to bury head in the sand
and wish it all away
but that's the tragic tale

i was a young man
so full of strife and never wondered why
knowing the hammer strike would solve
never looked to see beyond what my fists could do
after all i would live forever
and i knew all the answers had all the secrets
all the summer bright day
the world was mine
and i breathed easy never considering
but time changes everything

knowin' is the key
seeing is believing
and you cant deny what is in your hand
fistful of angers or the open heart of wanting
wanting a better life
wanting a better world
now i'm an old man
and my hand isn't a fist anymore
cause the hard lesson learned
cause the hard road traveled
mark john junor May 2015
old man feeding the birds
he stands slightly bent as he casts
down the bits of bread
that the birds milling around his feet
devour with soulless eyes
he casts each piece like a sacrament
like an uttered prayer
his large brown coat soiled by winter
now hangs on his springtime frame

old man with his bag in hand
walks slowly along the fence line
the rubber of his shoe squeaking like a
small animal
he is amused by the thought
he feeds the birds once again
after all that is what old men do
they die slowly and they feed birds
they walk in silence like a tomb
casting bread upon the waters
like a prayer

old man feeding the birds
what old man dose not dream of younger women
what old man dose not wish he was young again
so the birds feed upon his dying wish
with soulless eyes
watch him walk into the city of night
with nothing but his loaf of bread
and a newspaper full of yesterdays stories
walking the fence line between heaven and hell
on his way to feed the birds
Apr 2015 · 569
to cook my head
mark john junor Apr 2015
it was hot
makes you feel spent just breathin'
but she was comfortable as judas in hades
just like ice cool in the shade
you shout and dance about with all this jealousy
you are electric hot under the collar
but the winds are blowing in her favor
but the rivers are sweet on her lips
it was hot as death warmed over
not an ounce of inked shade to be had
and you got issues hounding your thoughts
beginning to feel like its a church to the
apostle's of rage
darken your horizons with her
like the universe is her little game
the wind walks its ignorant gesture across you
and that just fans the flames
after all she just acknowledged her divinity
its hot enough to cook my head
but you are wrapped tighter than a prisoner
all used up and jealous
key to surviving this day lay in her eyes
in them you see your forgiven soul
in them you see your salvation's way
if you can forgive yourself first
if you can grow that fast
Apr 2015 · 827
fistful of snakes
mark john junor Apr 2015
she suffered in silence
the inglorious dirt of rumor
as she tried unweave the web it wraps round her
far from being willing to live this way
the lies and the stink of deception settle in
but she keeps struggling against the tide
she is a sweet beauty incongruous
the late day clouds roll in
and she casts a weary glance at the troubled skies
trouble enough on my own
don't need another fistful of snakes
but deep down inside she knew she could handle
another dark day
long as there is the bright promise of someday
and as the rain and stink of decay settles in
she rises above like she always dose
people will always talk
spite is a hunger that is never sated
jealousy is a disease that has no cure
she suffered in silence
the inglorious dirt of rumor
but she is made of better steel
and this will never break the likes of her
and as she unweaves the web of lies
she feels stronger with the knowledge that she will win
Apr 2015 · 308
two women
mark john junor Apr 2015
the two women sit in
absolute silence
worlds apart in the small room
they look at the polished wooden floor
and wait
she shifts in her seat
nervously looking at her watch
while the other woman plays on her phone
each had taken time to be here
each had a role to play in this daydream
she gets up
and like an obscene gesture walks to the door
a thousand eyes film her as she leaves the silent room
a thousand wishes embrace her as she leaves the silent room
the other woman flinches back into
the confines of her chair
and puts away her phone
she glares at the door
wishing for the courage to escape
knowing nothing would try to stop her
except her own fear
two women sat in absolute silence
only the younger fled
the older woman trapped by her own mind
waits for rescue that may never come
the mind is a dangerous place to wander
too easy to become lost in its maze of reality
she waits there
Apr 2015 · 771
cowboy's crux
mark john junor Apr 2015
a cooler breeze
takes the edge off the south florida heat haze
lizards and shallow drinkers keep you company
on your front porch in the night
a fiesta of lights moves slowly by
an old mans toothless grin and the never ending party
you call it mercy to have all these friends
but as you sink they just keep toasting the queen
that cooler breeze entertains your hair and
scatters the plastic baubles she saved for you
as she absently sweeps up bits of dust
and waits for her someday
there is the crux of it
cause her plans don't include washed up cowboys
or the ragtag company they keep
for pieces of loose change you gamble away
all those hard to face burning desires
you just keep your cards close
and bet to win
dawn filters in humid as breathing water
and she slings another drink to you
as the tropical sunrise really gets moving
she gives you your plastic baubles and a raincoat
kisses you on the cheek
wishes you goodnight
and floats away on the cooler florida breeze
Apr 2015 · 898
road man
mark john junor Apr 2015
all teeth and eyes
the road-man wears diesel and grease
he wears leather and jeans
his is the hard life
but he lives it like no other
the road-man is a mouthful of bullets and bones
and his eyes are dust and gravel
his motorbike's engine growls like a living thing
its pipes shine in the unforgiving sun
it runs the road like lightening
the road-man is a creature of the
high desert road
where dust devils and snakes crawl the
unforgiving landscape
he is a hard man to know
has not much to say
but you will never meet another man
so ready to lay it on the line
so ready to face the burning road
a dying breed
Apr 2015 · 1.1k
promises he wore on his grin
mark john junor Apr 2015
there were lights blazing to the east
but her eyes were fixed to the west
someplace out in that darkness he rode into the night
with his gun in hand to regulate the doubters
she lay in the aftermath of the gunfight
with her cards and flowers
wondering where she had gone so wrong
wondering if she would ever get that white picket fence
with the two kids and all the fixins of her dreams
dawn begins to do its silent dance
as she worried the edge of her dress
and looked so like a lost angel
fallen from grace but holding her own
she will make breakfast for the townsmen
and serve up the hard liquors
just a matter of time she thinks to herself
before he will come back this way
take her up to the bedroom with promises on his grin
and for a moment she will believe once again
that itll all change
he will take her far away from this place
someday she will have the dreams
but for now she slips the ring into her pocket
and gets back to work
someday
someday
Apr 2015 · 393
joy shine
mark john junor Apr 2015
she laid a mean line down
but her heart was too kind
and seemed like she was always getting burned
after all what can you do
more of the real you you give up
the less you got when the chips are thrown down
fight back at encroaching darkness
only to be accused
aint nobody nicer than you
you know you are the apple of my eye
but babydoll something got to change
sick of seeing the world chip away at you
you got to find your peace of mind
got to remember that we all may be sinners
but you only got one price to pay
cant let the darkness catch you
have to let your joy shine
let it loose in a freeform dance when the music plays
let it loose when your in my arms
got to find your way home
to all those summer roads where we
smiled with brothers and sisters
all those dreams that we lived
Apr 2015 · 532
the wonderful dreams
mark john junor Apr 2015
she wandered the twilight
like a beautiful dream
bathed in moonlight and sweet thoughts
her heart flutters
like a powerful butterfly
a link in the chain of events
between falling in love and being in love
the kiss between the hearts desire and its dreams
she is just a woman
but there is magic in the moments
there is true beauty to be found in the touch
a symphony of sublime in her every movement
a truth to the world expressed in her eyes
the heart is a place where all is possible
where it all can be at your fingertips
all the wonderful dreams
all the promise of tonight
she wandered the twilight
like a beautiful dream
and that dream is moonlight
and its wonderful to be lost there
in the fluttering of the silent wings
of a heart
for kjs
Apr 2015 · 684
a bare toothy grin
mark john junor Apr 2015
gone are the days
when frail old men appeared in the looking glass
to be full of song and wine
they sit back now and spin their tales
on the summer night breeze with knitting needles
and crayola crayons
mischief in their eyes for the season is upon them
no better place to reap ruin than midsummer night
no better time than now
polyester suits now march in unison
cheap shoes clicking on the hardscrabble
a bare toothy grin echoes the moonlight
these once frail old men are a force to be reckoned with after all
they march on through the pine forest of night
into the creeping dawn
they knit madly and draw with crayons recklessly
in a crescendo of insanity's come to fruition
these looking glass souls with cheap shoes and ties
these johnny-come-lately wind up madmen
gone are the days when you could dismiss them
they have come to own the night
when they hold court over all the world
in the looking glass
Apr 2015 · 663
is not was
mark john junor Apr 2015
beautifully inspired by the quiet moments
the rapture of words is short lived
and passes by like a swift summer rain
filled with glorious life yet to be lived
with promise of tomorrows never ending sunshine
all in the briefest of moments
captured by the heart like a photograph
distilled joy in the frame of memory
only to be handled with cherished fondness
as the years roll by
as the memory's are distilled into
a panoramic of life's adventure
a vision of what we perceived
was not is
but cherished nonetheless
Apr 2015 · 696
the brightest stars
mark john junor Apr 2015
feel your heart race
like a busy dreamer caught up in
such a perfectly beautiful dream
like a soul boxer making his last stand
throwing fruitful punches at the star strewn skies

watch as the brightest stars fall
watch as the words you labored so hard to write
are taken from their context
poor boy don't you know words serve
whatever mouth willin' to speak them

and to that end you can sucker punch the dawn
but itll hit back with blue skies and summer breeze
feel your heart race
keep pace with your wildest dreams
falling like the brightest stars
Apr 2015 · 851
that lonesome journey
mark john junor Apr 2015
frail light shines in this
midnight place
a deep feeling of peace clings to the air
a resting of sorrows
an end of troubled journeys
a place of forgetting

the dove comes to sing here
and the song is of tomorrows never changing
is of sleep that devours all the bad dreams

grey this haven
like pearly dawn crept near
that lonesome journey taken
parted from all ever known
to walk neath these beautiful trees
to walk this paradise of quiet passages
dream now your fondest dreams
dream now of loves tenderest kiss
the dove has come to sing you to your slumbering beauty
she waits there for you
at the crossroads of the lonesome journey
Apr 2015 · 518
that open hearted day
mark john junor Apr 2015
summer come now again
kiss me in your special way
give me your beautiful way
give me that open hearted day

summer come now again
save my sleepy head from these dreams
bring the dead winters snow away from me
give me that open hearted day

summer come now again
with your daisy chain nights
with your lazy plain dawns
give me that open hearted day

summer come now again
with your vagabond starlight
with your afternoon delight
give me that open hearted day
Apr 2015 · 1.6k
peek-a-boo
mark john junor Apr 2015
a solider and a sailor
sing a lonesome song just for your entertainment
but in it you are betrayed by visions of heaven
shine with the late night ribald drinkers
after all after a few bottles even mortality seems lively
disjointedly you pick your way
through all these salvation's
never quite believing that you could exceed
your worth and standing
after all you can buy a new life for dirt cheap
long as your willing to give up your lifestyle
long as your willing to be disarmed
of all those quick witted answers you think fit so well
and give up all her peek-a-boo paradise's
the solider and sailor buy a round
and toasting the queen they bury the hatchet
no expectations can lead you on to the
brink of such strange bedfellows but you'll try
you can only hope not to be a victim of such defeatism
when all the ribald drinkers have left the saloon
walking in the thin light of dawn
you will remember all these beautiful things
and dream better dreams
build better sunrises from the gloom of days ending
Apr 2015 · 629
sex
mark john junor Apr 2015
***
she deliciously stirs the fire within
with her soft hot eyes
her very breath on the air becomes
an ****** invitation to delve into
the magic of her sensual essence

she slowly walks across the rose petals
to the edge of the bed
letting her clothes slip away with her inhibitions
willing and ready for
tenderness and heat
for passion and delight
ready for play and pursuit

she melts into your embrace
with a soul searching kiss
and the breathtaking beauty of
loves sweetest moments
alive with passions heat
she gives into the exquisite wrestling of your body
gives in to your will with a gasp of pleasure
Mar 2015 · 378
dry eyed heart
mark john junor Mar 2015
light a match to the dry eyed heart
bring back the romance
bring back your heart
while there is life there is hope
you've been through the darkness
now come back to the light
the world needs bold hearts like yours
bring the love you have in you
bring it home
light a match to the dry eyed heart
bring back the romance
bring back the light
Mar 2015 · 656
free range chicken
mark john junor Mar 2015
...she kept her heart on a chain
never let it run mad like it was born to do
she kept her head in a box
never let it see the light of day
she has keepsakes for a heart
and romance novels on shelves
little dragons decorate her hallway
with little knights to slay them
natural and homespun as can be
she lives in her books
and lives for the day prince charming will come her way
she knits and tinkers her days away
always busy never stops
she is a model prisoner in her homemade jail
ever ready to pardon the thief for a kiss
ever ready to take the burden from the beast
she thinks someday will come tomorrow
and itll be better than promised
itll be sunshine cakes and sweet wine
and she will be done doing time for being a lover not a sinner
she kept her heart on a chain
and her head in a box
and never gave chase to the wild boys
now grown and old
Mar 2015 · 3.0k
brave boy
mark john junor Mar 2015
brave boy
brave as a king
stand there and show them
the man you will become
sunlight is your great kingdom
forest glade your throne
brave boy
wrestle your freedom from invisible army
fight to win the hand of some princess
long into summer you play hour upon hour
with friends around you to conquer kingdoms
play young man
proud young man
brave brave boy
Mar 2015 · 428
personal heaven abdicated
mark john junor Mar 2015
golden sunshine goddess notwithstanding the rain
she gives her grace so easily to the fleeting fast day
so apparent in her eyes that she in concept loves the ideal of him
but its the reality that leaves shame's ***** scar
her presence speaks to me in difficult times
her heartbeat whispers nonchalant beauty
like she had spoken into existence the very truth of love itself
only to find the darkness of him as he shadowed her artistic creation
standing with him in the last light of day
its plain to see that they are two sides to the same coin
opposites forever mirroring the other
forever embraced in turbulent attraction
she gives me one last fare thee well
her soft hand gracing me with tears of joy
i leave her to her desired fate
locked in a desperate dance with her lover
like the suns fire kissing the cool sea
like loves first kiss
she was my personal heaven abdicated
and i miss her so much
Mar 2015 · 369
hearts hunger (haiku)
mark john junor Mar 2015
beauty is a hearts hunger
beauty of feeling or beauty of sight
i live for her
she is my light
Mar 2015 · 752
her reddish brown hair
mark john junor Mar 2015
surrounded by sunlight's softest kiss
in pantomime of surrender she gives up her smile
she gives romance of the eyes to me
and with few words softly spoken
ushers me into her world
perfections kitten she growls then laugh's
as i marvel at her nearness
her eyes have become pools of green warmth
as we sit to talk and talk to sit
she asks why have i come
i illustrate on the breeze with words so profuse
i illuminate the room with light of reason
but fail to sway her
she ponders me and all my attachments
with gentle grace
gives me a door
sunlight plays in her reddish brown hair
plays upon her earring of diamonds
she gives me romance of the heart
as she holds me there by the door
long enough to convince me of her goodness
long enough for me to see her divinity
a spring snow clings to the breeze
on the beach which she walked
forever more young and fierce as a lioness
young and bold
Mar 2015 · 722
paris dreams
mark john junor Mar 2015
her paris dreams had become jersey jaded
but she held onto the romance at heart
after all you can take the dreams out of the girl
but you'll never stop the girl from being a dreamer
and its the beautiful things in the world
that were close to her heart
and it was the beauty inside her that counted
and she was a field of stars in the night
she was a dreamer and a lover
she was summer and joy
she had paris dreams that were as big as the sky
she had paris dreams as warm as her heart
alive with every breath her dreams lived for her
and she for them
her paris dreams will never really die
they are sunshine
even jaded they are beautiful
Mar 2015 · 657
the devil and delight
mark john junor Mar 2015
fire in her eyes
the belly of the beast in her mind
trapped between day and night
trapped between the devil and delight

what madness she asks
every madness she replies
trapped between day and night
trapped between the devil and delight

her lover is a mental game
her lust is a puzzle trap
every turn she takes brings her closer to the end
closer to the truth that she is alone
trapped between day and night
trapped between the devil and delight

what to choose what is fun what is right
the devil has his perks
so can delight
what to choose what is right
trapped between day and night
trapped between the devil and delight
Mar 2015 · 465
vulture's way
mark john junor Mar 2015
his rustic way
the easy as they come grin
the soft shine in a hard land
had a gift in his brotherly manner
it was vulture's way
the name didn't fit the man but few do
he was a kind soul
always had time to mend fences
had time to build bridges
and the boy could dance
look at him go in the firelight
while the music sang softly
always thought he was most at home
sharing a meal and the comforts of conversation
few knew him as well as I
spent years chasing dawns early light with my friend
laughing and carrying on like two kids
it was vulture's way
last time ever laid eyes on him
he was laughing and talking with some fine young girl
just as natural as can be
a true hippie
relaxed and at ease with the world
he died later that spring
but to me he will always be alive
in summer breeze and moonlight
watch him dance and shake thous old bones
my good friend will always be there
in every smile i ever see
Mar 2015 · 1.3k
angel in disguise
mark john junor Mar 2015
she paints ugly things in pretty colors
she runs with the devil and whispers with the saints
she is a good girl in bad times
she's a angel in disguise
you can find her riding shotgun
in the roughest part of town
you can find in her the softest heart
she is a flower blooming in a field of thorns
she is a woman to be reckoned with
and a force of nature to be feared
but she will always be kind and gentle
she paints ugly things pretty colors
and gives them happy homes
she really is an angel in disguise
(for the grocery store girl)
Mar 2015 · 420
the waiting game
mark john junor Mar 2015
a waiting room
the rain outside the single small window
gives aspects to the room of comfort
a woman sits next to me
her phone makes water droplet sounds
as she taps gently on its screen
office sounds and smells

the room has pieces of home to decorate
like the painting of country road
its summer feel meant to warm the room
makes me think of childhood
the vase with plastic flowers
and magazines scattered on the meek coffee table

the steady office noises are interrupted by a womans strident voice
her words obscured but her angry intent clear
the waiting rooms occupants all turn to look at
the closed door
then return to the task at hand
of trying to play a good waiting game
of glancing at each other

waiting
waiting
so polite and proper we wait
for this doctors quick words
soon enough to head home
with prescriptions in hand
with answers in heart
Mar 2015 · 1.0k
she is romance
mark john junor Mar 2015
her bare knuckled eyes punch you
with the kind of hard hitting softness
that makes lesser men weep
shes one of a kind
in her junk food fashion clothes
that makes other girls hungry for her looks
shes eccentric in fun ways
dumpster dives for baubles and dimes
she is a work of art in the light that shines
she is most delicious when she just smiles
and cool peppermint when she just licks her lips
so let her show you the nirvana of her eyes
let her kiss your sorrows away
let your tomorrows be hers
let your world be her romance story
Mar 2015 · 17.8k
madness sunshine
mark john junor Mar 2015
flawed to near insanity
but long as you could hold down a job then its alright
isn't that a wise policy she asked
i'm not so sure
watching the clowns strut their stuff
in the midnight sun
they are reckless to be certain but self aware to a fault
just makes it all the more bizarre
watch em go at it with each other over the simplest thing
its no way to live
you can vouch for the living as long as you haven't died
and this madness is just shy of being in a pine box
so darling lets get outa this crazy place
get away from the thinking
that you gotta be like everybody else
get away from the plastic hippie rat-race
roll down the easy highway
find us some sweet sunshine to breath in
find us a better life to be
Mar 2015 · 514
beauty decays
mark john junor Mar 2015
time crawls in my head
cries out knowledge secretive and sweet
its words are a paradise of the mouth
spoken clearly and precise
illustrating beautiful scenes
but beneath such delight is true nature revealed
such smooth to the tongue beauty is easily upturned
by crafty hand
by crafty mind
time crawls like an ugly beast in my head
tick tock tick tock
turn now to see the best of me wash away
like bitter free dream
time crawls in my head  
like the world burning
its words are sweet to the mind
secretive they are whispered in my ear
but all beauty decays with time
and that is all that is on my mind
Mar 2015 · 461
new poem today
mark john junor Mar 2015
trundle out your weary poem
dust it off and polish it up
its going to be one those days
it wont trend
it wont get a bunch of thumbs up
but it'll be a nice piece
worth reading
worth believing
so run up the hardware to top speed
get that pen going  
give it your best shot
today is another day
and this is a new poem to reflect the new man you've become
this is a new start
on a fresh page
so get your game face on
and write that poem for me
Mar 2015 · 541
true sunlight
mark john junor Mar 2015
there are more dreams in a moment of sunshine
than a century of night
Feb 2015 · 979
romeo on fire
mark john junor Feb 2015
a romeo on fire
his heart ablaze with the glory of being in love
his mind fixed upon beauty of her presence
dances with his future in the balance so precarious
lounge with style was the way to be or so he would say
better to be relaxed and let it all flow whichever way
cause nothing matters much but the love
yes nothing but love
dealing the cards with such style
dealing the days with such finesse
and oh the nights
when it was all glittering lights
when it was all just him and her out on the dance floor
smooth so skilled with his moves
a romeo on fire
his burning loves light up the night for every lonely girl
his passion play makes them believe they will be hollywood starlets
in the shadows his is the place for the girls to be
but morning light will reveal his hollow words
morning light will reveal his dark world
a romeo on fire fades away before the dream can come true
leaves the girls crying  
romeo oh romeo where for art thou?
Feb 2015 · 946
winter holds her
mark john junor Feb 2015
winter holds her
barren with beauty's decay
she gives silent flowers of the mind to the cold wind
that transports them like dreams into the distant landscape
she gives her soft heart
to the falling snow
which transpires like a whisper flowing down to melt on soft ground
like a passage of the nights tale told and retold
by the fairest of souls in the solitude of starlight...
so intoxicating is the falling snow
it leaves her with numb lips from the verse unsung
it leaves her with aching in her limbs from
the untried ballet of winters solstice...
such is winter's night
a possession of the snow and cold
a rite to be passed with delicate thoughts...
winter holds her in its hand
and yet even barren she flourishes like a rose blooming
in beautiful spring
Feb 2015 · 481
fragments
mark john junor Feb 2015
fondly the fragments of childhood memory gathered
a smile so decorated with sweet sunshine of summer day
a carefree moment of pure abandon
where the world seemed endless
where possibility boundless
seems so far away from the bed you lay in
its night in this moment of your remembering
but you can still feel the sun on your face
still taste the sweetness of the breeze
can you imagine where those days have gone
can you believe in the magic as you did so long ago
can you pause in all this getting old
to live once more in the summer moment
breath the magic
live the day
take a chance and believe
that your heart can still be young
that the world is still beautiful in its way
that there are still rainbows to chase
Feb 2015 · 1.2k
renew the life fulfilled
mark john junor Feb 2015
the spring day so longed for
its crisp sunlight such deep reflection of joy
its warm breeze so like a gentle kiss from a lover
so full of promise and possibility
this spring day so long dreamed of in the winter
what laughter this day holds
what adventures with friends
what beautiful moment with sweet lover
as the warm day sweeps away winters chill
as the spring gives light and life to your world once again
breath deeply its clean fresh breeze
breath deeply its sweet flowers bloom
this is a time to rejoice
this is a time to renew the life fulfilled
spring is joy and wonder
spring has come to us once again
let the days of spring renew your heart
Jan 2015 · 771
written at birth
mark john junor Jan 2015
poem that comes pretty much out of blue skies
full versed song of a heavier soul roll in out of the darkened plains
novella written in the sweaty moments
before dawn after a night of  *******
in the the thick of it
where the words are physical
where the vision is blinding
who would you be if you were face to face with impossible me
bent and broken or loud and proud
would you be the poem
sweet and true
would you be some unfamiliar rhyme
distant and cold in your features as the sun set on your face
you are like that
you drop in on me out of the clear cold blue sky
whole and unhurt
unhinged but unchanged
a poem written at birth
you are still being written
so dazzle shine
be mine
Jan 2015 · 1.1k
add a light angelic
mark john junor Jan 2015
she is the neon glow but i am the rusty sign
she is the moonlight but i am the the dusty ground
everybody says they need to add a light angelic
the kind that only can be found in the hearts of
pretty girls like her on nights like this
a light that leaves you in such peace with all you have done
and become
a light that leaves you beautifully complete
with mind romancing reasons to capitulate
its not so bad after all this carpetbagger life
with your tidal water jewels and ransom notes
with your fragrant notions
and whispered dreams
its that angelic light that leaves hope when all other lights have gone
its that angelic light from the young girls heart that gives
breath to old man dreams
and a younger man's schemes
let me dance a little longer in her angelic light
let me taste these last few passing moments sweetly
it is that angelic light that gave me reason to go on
its that promise that still keeps the daylight alive
so let me sell you some tidal jewels
and strands of golden thread
let me invite you to sit in the angelic light while we sip the wine
and pass the summer's time
old man dreams
and young man's schemes
they seem so kind
in the angelic light
mark john junor Jan 2015
insurmountable sorrows
unaccountable to the heart mad blank check reign of terror
just waiting now for the quiet to claim
just waiting for the darkness without shame

its possible that i may have gone too far
in all i wanted was just a hand to hold
lips to kiss oh so gentle
tell me i would have known
tell me i would have been good to her

insurmountable day has come
the gasping breath has come
unaccountable to the madness run
stand in the falling rain one hand clutching the flowers
the others peppered with papers
inked with silence
and broken with phrase
Jan 2015 · 718
tail-lights for eyes
mark john junor Jan 2015
she has tail-lights for eyes
see her leaving all the time
but you cant wait to try her on
just for a good time
till you see
there is more to that reality
no home
no warm place to go back to
she has tail-lights for eyes
see her fading away all the the time
into the darkness that is your pasts
Jan 2015 · 571
inked pallet
mark john junor Jan 2015
illustrated in ink
her dark hearts tales all told
all but one
his visage haunts her every breath
her bronzed skin
the inked pallet upon which i lay
the foundations of this dream
like a golden chalice laid upon a roughian's hand
wet lips pause round the more difficult things
like things she would never wish to say
as she weighs them carefully on her pierced tongue
dry eyes as she weighs implications on her unadorned mind
find her soft hand
and unleash my aloneness on it gently
she smiles a quick vulnerable smile
i reassure with strength
she looks up into my eyes with doe in headlights love look
we draw images of ourselves for others to dream upon
we draw images of what others tell us we are
end of the day
its alone in that mirror of your own closed eyes
that you must measure
you must pass or fail
Jan 2015 · 387
it gets better
mark john junor Jan 2015
you can see it all from a twisted lens
if that gets ya thru yer day
you can tear it all down
claw your way to sunlight just to
claw your way back out of sight
if that floats your boat

as strange as your song might be
the one next to you got a stranger song
he just ate his ear lobe
so lets get something straight
your gonna be ok
we been at this for thousands of years
nobody got it right yet

burning your shoes while your
walking in the snow will keep your feet warm
but  its not exactly a great plan for getting thru the night
we been at this for thousands of years
can see the guy thumping his head
painted on the caveman's wall
just like you doing now in your living room
so set your shoes on fire
and smile
it gets better
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