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Ryan Jakes Jun 2014
My brother comes to stay today
flown home from distant shores
my twin in all but choices
I have little, he has more.
He mocks my lack of money
and loathes my simple life
but that's ok, I get my kicks
by sleeping with his wife.

He tells me I'm too laid back
Says I should be more slick
though slick is what his wife gets
when I tease her with my ****
Id really love to tell him
how I scratch his darlings itch
and wipe that smirk clean off his face
the condescending *****!
A bit of fun.....or is it.
  Jun 2014 Ryan Jakes
Jack
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I harness every fear I’ve witnessed
And lock them very far away
Within a box of heavy armor
In hopes that hidden truths will stay

Beneath a mound of spent emotions
This vessel sleeps among the pile
In endless days of hope delivered
So that my heart may live a while

But somehow in the mass confusion
The lid it opens slightly so
Releasing harm now mist like sweeping
Upon the air its breath will go

I scream; my lungs in deep frustration
Accustomed not, my eyes they stare
How dare you touch the skin of angels
And harm the one that I so care

I capture most and yet a tiny
Piece does slip my hands that reach
I cling and claw for all that matters
Oh God, my gate this fear does breach

Then word does find my ears a’ waiting
The news not good as headlines feed
I’ve failed this one of my affection
Planted firm this dire seed

And now I stand with one direction
In focus of the days we see
Broken chains still not releasing
Tethered by this fear I've freed

Yes happiness does have its season
For cloudy skies will show us true
Atop this dream of voiced emotion
While falling on this tarnished view

This torrent felt of my own doing
In moments of the failed and fell
Drunk with fear and sad decisions
Foundering amongst the swell

So please I pray a chance is given
That I may but redeem this fault
In lessons learned of distant vision
Within a web of pain now caught

If not, I fall a wounded soldier
Battlefields of spoken war
Accidents are bound to happen
Cut of splintered weathered floor

Anger prompts the resolution
On my cheeks the streaming tear
Lost, I find my only reason
Decided by a touch of fear
Ok, I know it is long...sorry
  Jun 2014 Ryan Jakes
Kudu R A
You judge my color I judge your accent
Either way I think we’re both right
You think my color makes me dark inside
I think your accent makes you worst outside
So it ends with you and I in a fight.

Why do we seek flaws in this God-made beauty?
If my color makes me stronger
And your accent makes you wiser
Don’t you think it makes a team whose strength is broader
And it sure will please Him if we held hands and walk together ?

Why think me less human
While I see you more of a beast?
When you and I are equal before Him
Because when God made man and gave him his image,
Carefully crafted to perfection, much to His pleasing

So it is not about how I see you or what you think of me
But it’s about how the Father sees us.
He came and bled on our cause
Making obvious why He chose to die on the Cross.
It's crazy that sometimes we are quick to forget what makes us complete, which is the unity found in our diversity. Our differences should not be the reason for differences among us rather, it should bind us to each other.
Ryan Jakes Jun 2014
Haters gotta hate
Writers gotta write
Poets gotta wax and wane
about a moonlit night.
Singers gotta sing
Lovers gotta sigh
Me, I gotta go to work
See ya later folks, goodbye!
A quickie on a dull commute, written to the rhythm of the second hand rap I hear coming from the headphones of the dude sat next to me.
The poet sits in lamplit gloom
alone in ebb and flow
how strange it seems to write of love
but never feel it's glow

A sigh, a lie, a broken heart,
a kiss on untouched skin
yet still this writers heart it sits
uncharted deep within.

The poet sits in lamplit gloom
and stares at paper bare,
then puts to it her broken heart
and leaves it bleeding there.
Ryan Jakes Jun 2014
Why fight against the world so hard?
Does your hatred never stop?
Your poems sit here on my tongue
Like bitter lemon drops

What's shaken your compassion?
who put darkness at your core?
Do you scowl down at the paper
As you write your nevermores?

Why not try being happy
try some kindness one or twice
and shed your bitter cloak for good
defrost your heart of ice

I sit and read your poems
and I wonder who's behind
this anger oozing through the screen
but the truth I'll never find

So I say to you good lady
Get a grip, some therapy
and let a little light in
to your tower of misery.
To she I fear to name :-)
  Jun 2014 Ryan Jakes
Jack
I know that some of us, well many of else have noticed the tiny hemorrhoid who has been festering around HP for a while now. He pops in, leaves his unkind marks on our skin, causing us to scratch and irritate the area. What I am wondering is how many have noticed his poems (for lack of a better term and in an attempt to be somewhat nice) trending with only 1 like?  My friends, they trend because so many people view them…not like them.  That is how it works here at times. Views vs. people following you. He has only a few following him (proof drugs are still running rampant) and it only takes a few views to cause his used toilet paper offerings to trend. This, in my opinion is his goal. He spends his time trying to discourage anyone he comes in contact with so that it will cause us to view his vomited works. (Ok, getting a little uglier). He slaps and then runs, waiting to see what we will do to feed his regurgitated ego, and we follow, accepting his bait.

My suggestion is to completely ignore this hemorrhoid, block him, no reading, no leaving ugly remarks on his work…just make him invisible to you and every one else. Let him write his little crayon projects and post them on his own fridge (because I’m sure his mom won’t even put them on hers). Will he eventually go away?   Probably not, he is so full of himself; he could not live without himself. But, we can go away…not from the site, but from him.

There are people like this everywhere…people who get joy from hurting others, people who sit there with a pen in one hand and something else in the other. (use you imagination)  Ignore this pain; don’t let it get you down. If we all do this then maybe, just maybe he will get the hint…probably not. But maybe the swelling will go down a little.

This is just my opinion and my suggestions.
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