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John B
Poems
Aug 2011
The sinner and the saint
Let me spin you all a story bout the sinner and the saint
Because happiness and sunshine in this world there ****** ain't
So the party and the running form are problems is the paint
On the tapestry In limbo were the gods and man embrace
In our land of independence we still fail to contemplate
That there's a ripple in the water radiating form the date
That you stepped into this world and began to find your place
But I digress my minds a mess
And making sense of all the rest
Has been a chore but I feel blessed
So just ignore the ranting stress
His name is John and so is mine
For several years are lives entwined
He had no roof I had one spare
I scooped him up and put him there
He started off tried to improve
But he still had the need to use
His drug of choice a moral vice
Not a nihilist's first word choice
But man it fit him like a glove
We did our best to show him love
But it was pain that brought him here
So love to him was cash and drugs
That's not to say he didn't care
He felt like crap he so bad it scared him
Maybe if he had a mother
She was there but 6 feet under
Same addiction kept her smothered
Not a drug, not one but many
Gravity just felt so heavy
Anything to ease the weight
Until the day she couldn't take
All the love that she couldn't make
Never said bye to her husband and her son
Just coped out and left this place
So coming home one day from school
Cuz fates a ***** and life is cruel
He found his mom laying there dead
He shook her arm and slapped her head
She wouldn't wake but in her place
Were left the words she couldn't say
Like a tragedy incarnate god knows no one won that day
But he went on
His dad a wreck
He tried to scoop up the hole mess
And put the peace's back together
But I guess is dad was next
He talked A lot about his father
How he taught him all he knew
And how he hated that he left him
How he should have just puled through
What ever happened next
The peace's of his life turned to dust
There was no more need for tape
It blew away with just a gust
Alone and scared beyond repair
Hopping one day not to care
And even though he keeps on living
You cant live never admitting
What he did he did the best
H and ***, ******* and ****
But when he picked up a guitar
His pain was clear beyond the eye
It filed the room
With sorrowed gloom that Erebus could not deny
But this was real not angst but fear
When yesterday was never here
Maybe he'd Play a song of cheer
If one day death brought peace to all men
And even now on present day
His sins are ghosts and sades of days went
But he was safe at least wile here
Tucked in my arm stead fast was kept well
God nor man could best me here
Because no strength was left we both fell
Like bullets, in bile the drugs were expelled
In pain none see, not here, not in hell
We keep him up, we knew that he'd drowned
If life was left to keep him down
And so he moved on inch by inch
He kept in stride with every pitch
And of his life he makes the best
He's back in school, passing life's tests
I think one day he'll know there's time left
A saint of men still marching on
And I am blessed to sing his song
But who's the sinner here you coo
The same that made this world of blue
Its true.
Written by
John B
28/M/Within The Omniverse
(28/M/Within The Omniverse)
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