September 2011
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August 2011
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Dear Truth
They sell dreams easier to shred with their images and data;
back on that bullshit I pledge to everything, fuck the politics. I’m tired of
sugar coating these feelings; their selfish intents bring out the passion in
this.
Knowing there’s faces behind every statistic putting lives at risk.We root for
decisions by the selfless.
Listening living and seeking you truth, no worries I...
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Solace
There’s solace in poetry; I rest in strokes of ink drips on scrolls my veins like broken roads pieced together leading, and I can see. There’s solace when it rains reminds me of sunny days, reflections in her eyes like pearls shining discovered in ancient lands. I land watching the scenery on rooftops drinking leaving on leaves, breezing with the wind lost in her...
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Beautiful Woman. r.i.p.
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Anchorman
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There's More To It
Feathers lit drips of passion suspended in air; as she lays still flammable waiting with the outlines of her curves speaking to me. The glistening of her lips thirsting burst in flavors, so amazing and insatiable. All she ever needed was a whole soul; a redeemable love something to believe in, someone to believe in her.
There’s More To It by John (j.t.) is licensed under a Creative...
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Music
This is the kind of track you play after a healthy fight with someone you love ha..some songs are so powerful it just evokes feelings real deep inside of us. I always respected Snow Patrol for their raw honesty & still do. The last verse is amazing:
“We need to feel breathless with love
and not collapse under it’s weight
I’m gasping for the air to fill
My lungs with...
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4Her
My heart speaks louder through my eyes words couldn’t ever express how I feel inside
4Her by John (j.t.) is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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From The Soul
This darkness in the mind; a peace I find in gritty visions and rhymes of lessons, a curse a blessing. I felt a helplessness and overwhelming strength, a possession overtaken me a presence seeking to teach or intents unknown. Feelings put aside back to focusing had to know before I chose to take it in, the light was suffocating waiting to breathe. I hear her speaking in whispers a sweet...
