Poems about life 1: Humanity

What is humanity?

Is it a soldier taking a death bullet for his enemy’s son?

Is it picking up trash from where it is not suppose to be?

Is it a surgeon heartbroken over the one he loses in the battle of healing?

Is it a woman loving a man to the fullest?

Is it a hidden identity of a dark and intensified nature of a sort?

Is it holding on to life as possible as you can?

Is it a mother alluring a group of enemy soldiers to her private corners so her child could escape for a chance of another moment of breathe?

Is it dying for a belief ?

Humanity is a representation of subconscious oath that our closeness makes for us.

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Poems about life 2 : Dumb Old Jack

In the streets of Folly town,
Dumb Old Jack skipped and hopped.
Nonsensical rants favored by the masses but never admired.
Come, witness the legend that no one desires to be like.
Infamous, daftness earned him an undisputed spot in the lime light.

“Hello Jack, how are you?” They ask.
“I love being dumb!” Jack replies with such joy,”
The crowd laughed and cheered:
“Jack, tell us your favorite color”
“Color blind!” Jack replied cheerfully.
Laughter filled the room.
“Why do you love being called dumb?”
The whole crowd cheered and clapped.
As they watched and waited to hear what mindless thought the fool has to offer.

“Adorability and cuteness is what seems to pass for greatness in the world these days,
My heart breaks as it yearns for the days of intriguing brilliance.
You are not guilty of letting the self-selected few paint an illusion of evolution and freedom;
You are guilty of taking things as it is and making it your reality.
Because I love being dumb!”
Dumb old Jack concluded.

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Poems about life 3: Dumb Old Jack 2

Dumb old Jack skipped and hopped in his usual fulfilled ways in the streets of folly town.

“Test his wits once more and you will see that his luck is spent” they said with a frown.

Yet another moment for the Misunderstood to prove how much his “insanity” has grown

How does it feel to know that you got to the ending of a beginning you started?

It feels like success

What do you define as success?

The pursuit of a willful purpose

So if my purpose was to destroy the world and lay waist to the idea of freewill and freedom,

Will  you consider that success if I pursue with ferocious precision?

Yes.

The people began, for the first few times to listen to what the Castaway has to offer.

Dumb Old Jack smile, laughed, jumped, tussled and bustled ,danced and continued:

Alas! I see hope in form of open mindedness I see unity because of the openness

I am but a mind in a vessel or a vessel in a mind, that disguises my madness. Not the other way around.

If you understand me then I smile with kindness But in all seriousness

My name is Jack and I love being dumb!

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Poems about life 4: Dumb Old Jack 3

In the streets of folly town

Where dumb old jack was known as the clown

Angry voice rises to bring him down

As the mass begin to recognize Jack as the one with the crown Instead of the reputation he use to have that did not make them frown, People from low and high gather around him in suits and lovely gown

Dumb old Jack wobbled and hopped as he sings loud and proud:

“Smile you wondrous beast

You have outshined the outshinner Gyrate you mystical monster

You have beaten Tough to a pulp

Dance you mental calculator

I see minds wander with a wonder of how the founder makes thunder that could seem yonder from me

Take my words however you may but know

You are a lion of your domain when you are master of your choices even in the snow

Take whatever life hands over and craft into an irresistible force so the world may hear your roar

On that note,

I am Jack and I love being dumb!”

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Poems about life 5: My Angel

Fresh dew of a breezy morning

Love as pure as the heavens. Sunset and sunrise,

Alluring beyond words could compare; ’tis my angel is ones sight.

The most beautiful radiant of the earth, Rarest beauty in all the worlds,

Thrill of a lifetime,

Looks that send soothing chills down my vein, ’tis how my angel feels.

Search the mountains so high, Ocean so big,

Land so vast,

To the end of ends,

’tis how my angel unrivaled.

My song to you, an eternal oath. To be with and to love, Till the next day after eternity.

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Poems about life 6: Dark Upon a Time

Once upon a time in the land of the weary,

There lived three friends – Horse, Tortoise and Canary.

Horse runs far and wide so they may stay ahead and be savvy.

Canary flies ahead as she sings so Horse may hear and follow her melody.

Tortoise keeps the group’s spirit up with gifts of laughter and love for deserved victory.

Horse and Canary claim and boast of self sufficiency in surviving their doomed journey of misery.

Horse and Canary also claims Tortoise cannot survive without their help in their town of treachery.

Tortoise rebutted with friends of sort as they undermine is deeds until the point of passed boundary.

Horse and Canary proved their worth by masterfully navigating in their gloomy area of damnatory.

The Soar- flyer and the Road- runner pridefully ignored warnings of the Gift-giver expressed allegory

Times changed. So did friendship formed in conditioned circumstanced and overwhelming annihilatory.

The gift-giver left the group but in truth only perished in worry.

Horse and Canary separated ways shortly after for there was no merry. How they wish they could turn back time when things were as ordinary.

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Poems about life 7: Hello Molly

A realistic weird story Quite simple really.

There was a man named Murry.

For many years he ran the ship called Betty .

As a captain at sea and money.

A man of comfort and luxury .

His greatest pride, Lori.

The woman that makes him merry.

Captain Murry rushed with a hurry to marry the wonder of his glory, Lori .

Lori and Murry happily live in jolly closeness like they were ebony and ivory .

They travelled the world together on watery adventures mostly.

Captain Murry and slyly gunned down his filthy enemy, Jacky because of an act of disloyalty.

His Ship took damages of great worry

He was thankful his Lori was not abode the fatty, Betty.

High waters defeated the rest of the captain’s men of gritty.

Captain ended up in a place that he called muddy.

His thought of Lori got him through many years of lonely and taunting varieties of memory.

After a nearly decade, captain Murry finally gets to see Lori.

Lori is with another Murry who is not a captain and not sorry

Murry sadly moved on and married another honey.

Lori shot her with a deadly gun she calls Lovely.

Captain Murry recruited mates and celebrated by lodging bullets into not Notacaptain Murry.

Murry and Lori love is of different energy but definitely more fiery.

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 Poems about life 8: It Rhymes

A man who puts a vest on to blow up another fellow man giving an excuse of love for religion Is a pathetic excuse of a man and a despicable thing.

Have your life no worth or do you hate yourself so much to desecrate your beautiful form With such loathing thing

I have no doubt that there is an entity that is beyond our greatest level of understanding but religion is a man-made thing.

Hopelessness of the highest measure lies in wait for the ones who take another for selfish reason of anything.

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 Poems about life 9: Positive Outlook

I am fighting

I am fighting hard The harder I fight

The lower I fall it seems

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I fought,

I am fighting,

I will always fight

I keep falling it feels!

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Keep fighting

 I am a fighter

Iwant to stopbut then I don’t.

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I am fighting but falling?

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I fought

And I am still fighting,

Could only mean I won my previous fights

So I am not falling, and I am still fighting

Fighting and rising

As for the winner, Attitude will be the judge.

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Poems about life 10: Dreamer

I need that capable enough to quench my starving soul’s thirst I need that capable of directing me to the path of joy

I need that capable of making the mirror image of myself in my mind always perfect

I need that capable of turning my sorrows into strong motivations for the pursuit of happiness I need that capable of bringing peace to the monsters that lives in my head

I need that powerful enough to make words move like water into the minds of the thirsty

I need that which makes me undefeatable at all times compulsory and deemed necessary

I need my strength wisdom and spirit at the highest of levels never dreamed possible or attainable

I want to be a force difficult to surpass

I want to be proud of the world because I helped build it to betterlity I want to be able to make words like betterlity

I want to win all my failures over to the side only champions know about I want to belief in a better world than this present one

I want to help make a difference I want to be differently unique

I want to be genuine at all times

I want to become a better man through the way I treat the reality I live in

I want to break the rules of limitations and veer off towards dream thought impossible I want to be an impossible phenomenon in this world of mine

I want to shine

My needs and wants are the same to me

So by the power invested in me through faith and serendipity, I need what I want and I want what I need.