JP's Poems

A View
Morning view from the location which I stand,
sacred domain, I like to stay,
here I can see her wake up, and walk her way to the shore,
and dance her feet to the beat of silence.
Her hair blows in the breeze,
and I start to talk to myself, I know she can hear me.

She's got me on highwire, she's in love,
I'm feeling sensational, she's just alive.
I feel like I should walk down from where I stand,
because I'm just a figure in the sky,
and talk to her, and she could show the world to me,
she could show me where to go, and who to be.

In all honesty, I don't want to lie,
but this girl has everything I want and need,
no one else can replace her.
I really really want to give her everything I have,
and just appreciate her for what she is,
and what the world has given.

Run
Bottle up this emotion,
and through into the ocean,
it's my only SOS.
I feel like a lion in the cage,
pushing on the bars with all this unspoken rage,
I just want to be free from this place,
of unfresh being, I just want to find a home.

In this moment, I've got your attention,
I just want somewhere to run to,
because I'm born to run.

Where are you going? they say,
I make it up and paddle on into a new place,
where I can breathe.
I'll take a chance to run because I'm really hard as hell,
comprehend.

Where are you going?

Society Warfare
I'm losing surface and control,
they're pushing back, and taking control,
I've seen to little, yet too much.
The same thing gets old, the same thing gets too damn old.
I've seen too much, yet too little.
Lies and disappointment,
all at the same time.

I feel this cold wave of heat pushing me under,
I feel like I'm on fire, and I can't believe this is really happening,
this angel in front of me just walks past,
the robots all around, man I feel like I'm tripping.
this is the first time this has happened,
this is the first time I've felt so different.

I sense this sensation of sense,
because it could be something worth my time,
and if not it's just a sensational lie.
I really have no idea where I am,
or where these people come from,
uprising and skills are poor,
because they are like everyone else.

Man, this robotic climate of cold,
sure has gotten me cold hearted too,
where I've watched these people evolve into a downgrade,
of what they are, fighting what they need,
and stealing what was not theirs,
the first angel walks past me unharmed and untouched,
yet she keeps walking...

A war is going on, and who knows how to finish it?


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