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This page is dedicated to poetry written by me
over a period of about 2 years. Unfortunately the dates
of each will not be included as I forgot to do so back
when they were created.


**Please excuse some of the poems, as they may come
off as incoherent thoughts...which some of them are**


Nightmare

wondering what to do after the worst day,
asking God 'why did I mention it in the first place'?

now that I know the truth, I don't look at her the same,
I could close my eyes forever, but the memories will still remain,

never in my life have I given so much away,
never have I wanted someone so much, I'd pray,

they say its better to have 'loved and lost than not at all',
I would rather have lost it all than watched love fall,

gradually I saw her, beginning to lose interest,
how do you fall out of love? mustn't have been in it,

now I lay in my bed, thinking of shattered hope,
'who will 'really' love me'? maybe I'll never know,

reminiscing about the early days, when emotion was strong,
things moving too quickly, but we still had a bond,

closing my eyes and hearing her sweet sigh,
she leans a little closer and I kiss her good bye,

as she fades into the darkness I wonder why she was here,
where is 'here' anyway? ignorance is fear.

I raise up off the grass and begin walking,
not one person around, but I wish they would stop talking.

Voices........voices....laughing....and crying,
representing the words she told, every time she was lying,

over there I see a rose. But what's the meanin?
as I draw near, it turns out to be a demon,

while I'm escaping I realize the wise is the patient,
this must be what love had disguised as. Infatuation.

Its hot now, I never ran so fast in my life,
I sit down by the river of lost souls and I cry,

unexpectedly the ground is beginning to shake,
I watch as the river transforms to a lake,

the souls rise up, their cries will never be forgotten,
to be loved and accepted is all they ever wanted,

Voices........voices....laughing....crying,
sweat beading down, I'm awake and its silent,

seemed like forever, into the darkness I stare,
not far from reality, 'it was a nightmare'

- J Speezy


Untitled

The road of life can seem full of potholes and hills,
Seemingly have nothing, no goals, but bills.

There will always be brighter days, no matter how dim it seems,
As long as your light burns, you can attain your every need.

Motivational movers, Intelligent individuals,
Soul still searching, for the key which is spiritual.

Hold your head high to God, he means guidance,
To entrust a soul to man, is a demonic alliance.

We all need to draw closer to Him,
For without the almighty we'll die in our sin.

How can I believe in something that I cannot see?
Simply have faith and he will reveal his prophecy.

- J Speezy


Ode to Rain

Darkness all around, the earth is still,
From industrial cities, to across the hills.

A cool breeze brushes my hair, a soothing wind,
Into the sky I stare, at the mysteries within.

Falling from above, like treasures I can't keep,
Drop after drop, even the sky weeps.

Each crystallize tear, brings comforting revelation,
I rest and am listless, through solemn meditation.

The sounds of this night, are not without wonder,
I can hear the air, the lightning and even the thunder.

My thoughts flow fluently, in rain I can confide,
I attained the inner freedom, that coins cannot provide.

Whether in drizzle or downpour, the rain it purifies,
Heals the open wound to all my hurt inside.

-J Speezy


Untitled

Time passes slowly, don't nobody know me,
At times it gets lonely, no friends or homies.

Can't see straight, my eyes in a blur,
Like a weak fox hunted, stripped of his fur.

Usin' similes but speaking metaphorically,
My mind is a barren land, where life dies easily.

No respect, no life in this home,
All stress, all night, when I'm left on my own.

But, my bones stay strong in the sin,
Holy water fill my cup, up right to the brim.

Cleansing fluid as it flows through my heart and my soul,
Buried deep, as I speak, like a snake with a mole
.

Brining the past to the present, the life of my story,
While the story of my life, remains bloody and gory.

-J Speezy

 

 

 

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