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Jul 2019 · 88
The long night
Junior McIntyre Jul 2019
Passion has been an elusive being
At least when it comes to me
In exile from my slightest touch
Yearning to be set free
A passionate pursuit of inspiration
An energetic dive without much caution
Yet passion grows more weak and frail
Enclosed within my mind’s own jail
The rage of youth the calm of age
The touch of brute the whisper of sage
Ashes now dwell where fire once raged
Pens without ink on a fresh white page
I wonder will passion return
Where there is calm with fire burn
Can a broken heart somehow ignite
And like lighting to skies bring light
Life without fervor cannot be right
The death of passion is the long night
Jul 2019 · 141
Junior McIntyre Jul 2019
I hear the screaming in my soul
The darkness drawing near
Calling me back to where I was
A life of hurt and fear
The gapping hunting of my will
How long can I hold on
I know that for my daughter sake
I must remain the strong
Maybe for now just one more hit
Nobody knows my pain
I’ll give in just for one more try
And then I’ll stop again
But some evil gets in me
And ravishes my soul
Now I can never let go
I’m lost in this drugs hold
I know I’m in a well of pain
Wishing I was stronger
Guess I’ll have to just hide the truth
Just a little longer
Jul 2019 · 51
Junior McIntyre Jul 2019
The fish have the sea
The birds build nests
Because making a home
Shows life at it’s best
The fish have the ocean
The birds have the air
Because being together
Brings hope trust and care
The fish have the rivers
The birds have the trees
Because joy under a roof
Liberates and sets free
The fish have a lake
The birds have a sanctuary
But what do humans have
Without a home or a family
Jul 2019 · 78
Junior McIntyre Jul 2019
The world is like a circus and everyone a clown, but instead of smiles on their face, each person wears a frown.
Jul 2019 · 324
If Only
Junior McIntyre Jul 2019
A two-word sentence
That makes one yearn
For what may never be
A stagnant truth
That makes one cry
The sentence if only
If only are such big words
Colossal and infinite
Saying a whole heart it fills
Is completely accurate
If only comes from a broken place
As many wonder why
But these two words are defeated
By tomorrow, I shall try.
Jul 2019 · 125
Freedom cry
Junior McIntyre Jul 2019
As birds in cages, they wonder why
My people don’t sing but freedom cry
They store us low but we dream of high
From jail to skies our freedom cry
From chains to thrones Crowd or alone
The earth can’t hold when skies our home
From depths to hills to mountain tops
We chant cries to winds which lift us up
Blue skies escaped from gravity
Archaic prisons shall not hold we
Freedom our new reality
Our freedom cry is destiny
Jun 2019 · 93
Junior McIntyre Jun 2019
She bleeds because she loves
She loves because she bleeds
In a crowd, she cannot find the one
To fulfill all her needs
The resilience’s of the human soul
Has now faded to black
And all they see when they look at her
Are sad eyes pain and lack
Her heart is torn and battered
Her eyes jaded and red
She hunted by words spoken
When she was five and bled
The blood flow never stopped
She never found the cure
Since then she has been searching
Somewhere for something more
She bleeds because she loves
She loves because she bleeds
When will her prince ride in someday
And fulfill all her needs
But will she let him in
Before it is too late
Or will she be consumed
By turmoil rage and hate
Jun 2019 · 289
The Birthday
Junior McIntyre Jun 2019
Sometimes my body feels so foreign
I look in the mirror unable to recognize
This stranger before me
And I realize I’ve never cried
At my slow meticulous demise
They call it my birthday
I call it one step closer to the grave
Jun 2019 · 251
Deep Within
Junior McIntyre Jun 2019
The broken and the batted
The shattered and the weary
The things that bring you down
The things which seem so scary
In life some measure others
By just the naked eye
Not realizing that deep within
There dwells a butterfly
May 2019 · 133
Junior McIntyre May 2019
You were blinded by your own flaws
When you tried to see your own beauty
Unimpressed by your works of greatness
As you consider them acts of duty
Everyone could see your halo
A shining true unsung hero
But all this to you was dark
Value of your priceless heart
So on that fateful  day
You took your own life away
And you’ll never know the bliss
Of how you are truly missed
You were blinded from your youth
From this simple powerful truth
Could not see my now lost friend
That this should not be the end
I've seen a lot of depressing poems on this page and I hope they never end in suicide because everyone should know how priceless they are
May 2019 · 134
A thing of worth
Junior McIntyre May 2019
Writing has stained me!
The words have sunk deep, deep within my blood
And I yearn to bleed upon a pure unadulterated page
Bleed until my soul leaves my body and I am no more
Fade into the darkness till all that remains are my words
Then maybe my life will be a thing of worth.
May 2019 · 114
Junior McIntyre May 2019
What makes a mom a thing of worth?
It’s certainly not just giving birth
A special flare now wrapped in love
A golden touch that’s from above
The glance that stops you in your tracks
Her sayings that’s a matter of fact
Her grace which easily forgives
A charm that shows her heart is big
What makes a mom a thing of worth?
The way she comforts when you’re hurt
She’ll fight and die to save her child
And sees right through a foe with guile
The sweetest whisper the gentlest kiss
The way she speaks when things are amiss
Her beauty which is like a rose
The way she bakes and cooks and sews
What makes a mom a thing of worth?
The way she stops to feel your hurt
And this will always remain true
The way she sees the best in you
This makes a mom a thing of worth
The love of God she does assert
And this will remain for all time
For moms like yours and moms like mine.
Just wishing all the moms out there Happy Mothers Day
Apr 2019 · 174
Perfectly Human
Junior McIntyre Apr 2019
As I reminisce I wonder why I think in fragments  
Some days my feelings calls my heart a lunatic
My heart speaks back exempt from regret
And like a skilled director brings up a forgotten scene  
And then I wonder is logic even necessary for any of my decisions
Because to be human is to err and practice makes perfect
So I guess in that case I am perfectly human
Apr 2019 · 99
Junior McIntyre Apr 2019
A lifetime with the right person may seem like mere hours
But hours with the wrong person may seem like a lifetime
How time passes
Apr 2019 · 153
More than just surviving.
Junior McIntyre Apr 2019
For one moment I want to be weightless
For one moment I want to be free
For one moment I want to be airborne
For one moment I want to be me
For one minute I want to be waitless
For one minute to hold life’s prize
For one minute to have what I’m seeking
For one minute to be truly alive
Apr 2019 · 84
A poem for Holy Week
Junior McIntyre Apr 2019
Celestial wayfarer the perfect sin-bearer, in all the earth was not one found,
The blood of sheep’s and goats covered but could not dull sins awful sound,
It cried for vengeance it cried for carnage it cried for pure and utter death,
Men’s hearts bear witness their conscience spoke it,
Their perfect sacrifice God would reject.
Celestial wayfarer the perfect sin-bearer, on Calvary your blood you shed,
Washed in your blood there is removal from all sins shame pain and dread,
Now in the spirit reborn in glory, we stand before your holy throne,
Revived in relationship alive no more dead and sick,
We cry Abba father to you alone.
Celestial wayfarer the perfect sin-bearer, you died but then you rose again,
Defeated death and rose victorious, with love and peace unto the end,
No grave could hold your sinless soul, and chain you in death’s prison
The angel rolled the stone away and declared Christ is risen.
Celestial wayfarer the perfect sin-bearer, what you have done no man could do
Celestial wayfarer the perfect sin-bearer, I dedicate my life to you.
Apr 2019 · 355
Junior McIntyre Apr 2019
In a jar of emotions, why am I always chosen by pain?
Why does sunshine stay hidden?
And I always get rain
Until I realize a truth
That has set me free
I may have an emotion
But that emotion isn’t me
I don’t have to be controlled
By the way, I feel
I’m so much more than just emotion
I’m a person that’s real
Apr 2019 · 57
Mid week blues
Junior McIntyre Apr 2019
Wednesday has arrived
And I wish it was weekend
On Wednesday paid is done
And I have not one friend
At Wednesday steak is gone
And all I have is crackers
At Wednesday I am in no man land
So close to Monday I cry
And so close to Friday I dream
And I wonder why God created Wednesday
Apr 2019 · 89
Junior McIntyre Apr 2019
And as we have been slaves to life, we will one day be slaves to death.
Apr 2019 · 83
Show her you love her
Junior McIntyre Apr 2019
Write her poems make her blush
Melt her heart with every touch
Give her roses aim to please
Kiss her softly, before you leave
Show her that your love is true
Cherish her each day anew
Wine and dine her, hold her close
Prove to her you love her most
Hold her hand wipe her tears
Calm her storms and chase her fears
Listen to each word she speaks
Take her, to bliss mountain peaks
Rub her feet when days are long
Dance and sing romantic songs
And make sure when days are through
You always whisper  I love you.
Mar 2019 · 175
The cycle of abuse
Junior McIntyre Mar 2019
They taught her to aim low
She was too much of a mess
No good man could love someone so flawed
So she loved a man that would hurt her
And now they ask her why?
Mar 2019 · 86
Junior McIntyre Mar 2019
We thought we all had it figured out as kids
When I grow up I’m going to do what I want
Then why do we grow up to be so hurt
Whole children grew into broken adults
Mar 2019 · 58
The Female
Junior McIntyre Mar 2019
She was chaos in a bottle
Atomic energy in a can
So much passion it was destructive
That is unless you were her man
Dauntless like the best snake charmer
The precision of a surgeon’s best
Ending of a fairytale last chapter
Wrapped in racing lies and vicious treats
She was pleasure in a veil
Amazing camouflaged by the ordinary
The stuff of which men construct tales  
A quest that was so ******* worthy
She destroyed lives or made men heroes
Her power was second to none
And her disguise made her look simple
Her given name liquor or ***
Mar 2019 · 89
Junior McIntyre Mar 2019
If you must be a cat be the kitten who learned to roar
If you must be a bird be the chicken who learned to soar
If you must be a frog be the one who learned to kiss
If you must be a human be the one who learned kindness
Mar 2019 · 168
Junior McIntyre Mar 2019
I’ll like to grow wings like a bird
And rest upon the clouds
Make the sky my other home
And soar above the crowds
Engrossed in all life’s beauty
As I look from up on high
No more captured by gravity
But boundless in the sky
Feb 2019 · 85
Junior McIntyre Feb 2019
Softly my screams are muzzled
So my lips lay mute wearing a proverbial smile
The noise of pain has no outlet
So it seeps into my blood like bitter water
An earthquake on the inside cannot be felt in my touch
Or seen by the naked eye instead fantasies are told
About how I stand strong and shed not a tear
In the midst of calamity
So strong in the eyes of others
That softly I die

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