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In the reality of beauty
She is, Everything
Looking back
The light was glistening
There was, WOMAN
Mother to a kingdom
Who is named, no self-worth
Light consumed by darkness
Sorrow, the face she wore
Down kisser was the path she rode
Lies, lies, deceptive tasks kept her
From what she was meant to be
Truth, evades the brightest of mind
With the greatest of ease
Flashing bright lights
Mind’s movie player
Only viewing lies
Time travels onward, the sun’s wicked curse
Moons move shadows
Scattering
Trample down whisper kisser’s path
Positive remarks
Like hooks for rocks
Never taking hold
Dark little words
Parsimonious really
Wonder is life passing along
Before a make-believe, QUEEN
Discovers never what is real
True self only ever made whole
when lies are no more
while the time reads 3:13
Now she is out the door
John Smith
John Smith
He sure was smart
Enlightened
Gifted
Intelligent
John Smith
Had an Inner Flame
Native was his breed in English name
It was the hunger
That constantly burned
John Smith
The wild one
A torch out of control
Just burn, you bastard, burn
Melt it away
Remnants, items, toss them in
All fake with no meaning
Nothing- All based on fantasy
Eyes opened
Truth makes one
ANNIHILATED
John Smith
Water; life's juice
Washes mud, the dirty filth away
Dirty little fish
Swim fish, just SWIM
John Smith
A local guy
Grew up tough
Hard edged
Tested, tried, true
Gifted with off the earth gifts from the wolf
Sure, he was blinder than a bat
He had some luck
He had no hope in sight
Another lost soul
Born on loser’s road
John Smith
Didn't give two shit’s
Lived for the day
A moment in given time
Thought of everyone else
Never, not ever
Seeking for self
Looking at death with love
Death seemed to be found
Finding assentator's, users, talkers and thieves
Companionship in groups of brutes
Living not for the day, more like the minute
John Smith
Intelligent, not today though
They tossed him off a bridge
He was in too deep
Money, they would say
More, way, way more
Than he bargained for
John Smith
Swimming down a river
Swimming like a fish
All for some serving wench
Fish like asking the tough questions
“How do you swim, John Smith?”
John Smith
He can’t swim
All those times at the river
Being kids
Not once, not ever one time
Did he swim
John Smith was scared of the deep
Sink, John Smith, sink
His eyes, must be blank
The release
That lease of air
Bubbles go to the surface
Returned to the sky god
Back to the crow
Shit is only leased, he would say
Bye, bye, John Smith
Bye, Bye
Don’t worry not one fret
It’s alright
PEOPLE DIE
John Smith