| Lonely Hours |
| Page two of poems |
| Puppeteer Like a puppeteer I am your master Destroying all hope Creating Disaster The planets revole on A path I have set The end is not near I am not done yet I have conquered the world I can control time whether you know it or not I am manipulating your mind The power is around me It courses through my veins Energy I use So I may gain What you have is not yours It was given to you by me And if I will it back Then so it shall be John Paul Deschambault Iraq, 09 Nov 03 |
| On a night like tonight In your arms i should be Yet I'm a would away Seperated by the sea There's not a mountian around i would not move for you Not an ocean can hold me from A love this true So while I'm still gone Dream of my soft kiss For when i get home There will be no need to miss. John Paul Deschambault Kuwait, 12 Mar 04 |
| A crescent moom on a clear black night Accomanied only by the soft star light The mid-night sea with thier waves of white Join the ship on this lonely night Tonight's wind suggest the intence oceans salt Yet I still enjoy its pleasent assult My love for adventure brings this result Instead of my Angel's lips, I taste the salt. John Paul Deschambault The Oman Sea, 24 Mar 04 |
| DESULTORY Deep In thought my true fear hides. A fear of those built on lies. Who am I but a king in life's game. Controlling people so I may gain. Defying the theory that says we're alike. Destroying hope, and all in spite. To whom do i seem a fiend and keen? But really this is all a dream. My friends that know me know me well. It is they who push me to prevail. All life's mysteries are with in reach. To you this I need not preach. A message here fresh from my heart. Leaves me now without a place to start. For lack of a place from where to begin. I will continue life until it ends. John Paul Deschambault Iraq, 25 Oct 03 |
| DESUETUDE A beauty unseen Truths untold The world around us As time unfolds The myth of heaven Warnings of hell A faith built just On things they tell Our reality of life Phantasies we dream Days continue to go by Built on a theatrical theme The dark creeps in An end to its day A life falls still The spirt slips away John Paul Deschambault Iraq, 02 Oct 03 |
| Invitation A poem of inspiration This is an invitation The world of an author And the ideas he fathers An explanation is displayed His words from a maze Its meaning to be discovered Left up to you to uncover As thoughts are put together Your view will become better The lines continue to grow With a rhythm that flows When the story is told His feelings will then unfold A lesson we will learn Of how his world turns. John Paul Deschambault Iraq, 06 Jul 03 |
| I must be given the time to fall I have to have a chance to call The demons in me sit a lurk There is little left to do then hurt What emotions lay deep within Haven't already turned to sin The pain that keeps me from desire Is the fuel that burns the fire John Paul Deschambault Iraq, 25 Jun 03 |
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